Becoming Prom Queen

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<<pichead "random/tattoo-banner.jpg" "Getting the Tattoo">> <<set $tattooweek to 7>><<if $tattoonb is 0>><div id='continue'><<add "tattoonb" 1>>There was an unsettling nervousness floating through my body as I thought on what I was about to do. A tattoo was something permanent. A change and a brand on my body that truly made me unique, but that also would stay with me forever. I was going to claim this change once and for all, and people were going to see that which I have chosen for myself. It was a small thing, a mere tattoo on the wrist. But something about it was unique, special. It was like a statement that would remain, a small decoration that felt unique, special to me. Something small, yet big at the same time. <<s stranger>>Are you ready, sweetie?<</s>> <<s Author>>Is it going to hurt?<</s>> The artist simply smiled. <<link "Get tattoo'd">><<replace "#continue">><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> It didn't hurt as much as I imagined it would. I looked closely at the small tattoo, at the way it adorned my body, something in me stirring beautifully at the sight. My wrist now held a beautiful tattoo that I was happy to carry, to flash around, a high rising through me at the modification I'd put myself through. It was unique, and it was mine, and I was proud of it. I admired my new tattoo before the artist covered it with a sanitary gauze, a beautiful experience that stayed with me. This beautiful thing would now be a part of me, a new aspect of who I am. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $newtattoo is "subdom" and $subdom gt 10>><<set $newtattoo to $subdomtattoo>><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> <<if $friendsevents.has("SubdomTattoo")>>It wasn't my first dominant tattoo, and it wouldn't be my last. But feeling the needly pierce through my skin gave me the same thrill nonetheless, as I embraced my role even further, and the responsibility that came with it. I felt thrilled about it, realizing just how far along I'd come. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>> <<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "SubdomTattoo" 1>><<s stranger>>That's one hell of a design.<</s>> The tattoo artist seemed legitimately excited to be needling my skin with this permanent status symbol. And I was excited for them to do so as well. I'd come a long way from the shy, nerdy person that I was when I first started this year, and my tattoo was meant to be a proof of that. <<s stranger>>Truly beautiful.<</s>> They said, deferential. And it felt right, to receive this much humble appreciation. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $newtattoo is "subdom" and $subdom lt -10>><<set $newtattoo to $subdomtattoo>><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> <<if $friendsevents.has("SubdomTattoo")>>This might not have been my first time getting a submissive tattoo inked on my skin, but the feeling was thrilling all the same. The absolute freedom of letting go so entirely, of accepting my natural, innate personhood - or loss of it - was thrilling, all encompassing. And the renewed spanking helped drill my lack of character home even further. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>> <<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "SubdomTattoo" 1>>A hand landed hard on my ass, as the artist saw me there, submissive, vulnerable in front of them. <<s Author>>Ouch hey!<</s>> I tried to argue against it, but was quickly shut up by another landing blow. <<s stranger>>Oh shut up.<</s>> They said, domineering, <<s stranger>>This is just to numb you for the needle.<</s>> <<s Author>>It hurts more than the needle, and it's in the wrong place.<</s>> I tried arguing against it. I was bent over, a submissive position that I had been growing accustomed to, and they were spanking me with high fervor, showing me no mercy. <<s stranger>>We both know what tattoo you're about to have, so stop pretending and enjoy the moment, slut.<</s>> I wanted to argue against it. I wanted to stand up for myself. But this was a stranger, that I only saw in very specific instances... //Maybe I could let go, and embrace my submissiveness, here.// My mind joined my body, in accepting the humiliating spanking that would prepare me for the ultimate self-inflicted humiliation of branding mysels as submissive for all to see. It was as if I was constantly working to remind myself of my true position. It was as if I was vehemently arguing my own body into accepting my inferiority. And it felt close, that true breaking point where all pretenses are lost. It felt dangerously close. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $newtattoo is "qos">><<set $newtattoo to $racetattoo>> <<if $friendsevents.has("QoSTattoo")>><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">><<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "QoSTattoo" 1>><<goto "Gift Jerome Tattoo">><</if>> Yet another beautiful brand on my body, marking me as a Queen of Spades, as a beauty made to service black cock. And the beautiful feeling of fulfillment invigorated me, grew beautifully in me as I embraced it, my body once more holding a sign of ultimate submission to the BNWO. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>> <<elseif $newtattoo is "lesbo">><<set $newtattoo to $lesbotattoo>><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> <<if $friendsevents.has("LesboTattoo")>><<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "LesboTattoo" 1>><</if>>LESBO TATTOO SCENE <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>> <<elseif $newtattoo is "qoh">><<set $newtattoo to $racetattoo>><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> <<if $friendsevents.has("QoHTattoo")>><<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "QoHTattoo" 1>><</if>>Queen of hearts Tattoo Scene <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>> <<elseif $tattoonb is 1>><<add "tattoonb" 1>><div id='continue'>This wasn't my first time here, looking forward to enjoying the inking device. There was still a sense of trepidation in me as I thought of the tattoo I was about to make, and the sight I was about to be. Something about adding color to my skin, about changing my appearance even if but for a bit made me feel a nice exciting chill. It felt nice to know that I was customizing myself to how I needed to look. It felt even better to imagine how attractive I'd look thanks to it. <<link "Get tattoo'd">><<replace "#continue">><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> A bit of a sting later, I now had a modification I could be proud of. Finally, I had on me something that would continue to enhance my looks. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $tattoonb is 2>><<add "tattoonb" 1>><div id='continue'>I had been looking forward to it since the last time I'd tattoo'd myself. The feeling of being under the needle, of feeling its prick as it helped me modify my appearance, of momentary euphoria I'd feel as I looked at the outcome... <<picmid "events/meevents/thigh-tattoo.jpg">> I was truly excited for it. <<link "Get tattoo'd">><<replace "#continue">><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $newtattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> An hour of pain and chuckles later, I had a tattoo I was happy to show off on me, partly excited of all the customizations I would continue to make to feel more like myself in my body. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>It was now habitual. Tattooing myself came as second nature, and my second nature, becoming my truth, was beautiful. I was becoming prettier and prettier, being myself. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</if>>

<div id='continue'> <<set $piercingweek to 7>><<if $piercingnb is 0>><<add "piercingnb" 1>><<picmid "events/meevents/piercing-ear-prep.jpg">><<s stranger>>Intriguing that someone with such pure skin wants herself modified.<</s>> The expert was talking almost to themselves while they prepared their equipment. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> They turned to look at me now, and I could see all the different exciting tattoos that they had all over their body. <<s stranger>>I was pierced at a really young age.<</s>> They explained, <<s stranger>>And once you get the feeling for it, for the looks that people give you like you are...<</s>> I shyly looked away, realizing that I wasn't looking at them in the eyes, but rather... <<s stranger>>You start liking it.<</s>> They moved closer, the equipment at the ready, slowly creeping to my side. And with that approach, the warning that they gave was clear. I was to be pierced now, and I was to like the attention it brought me. After all who wouldn't? It's fun to experiment. //Though I wouldn't let the stares get to me, would I?// <<link "Get pierced">><<replace "#continue">>A sharp pain and a <<s stranger>>Stay still<</s>> later, I was done with the first self-inflicted hole in my body. With the small item inside and a gauze placed over it, I felt a bit lightheaded, recovering as the expert sorted their material away. <<s stranger>>I like piercing virgins.<</s>> They said, <<s stranger>>Thank you for choosing me.<</s>> I partly smiled, partly simply relaxed in the moment. A few moments later though, my eyes opened to see them back in front of me, a selection of earrings in a display case. <<s stranger>>Since it's your first time, I figured we'd offer you your first for free.<</s>> They said with a big smile. <<s Author>>Is that to win a return customer?<</s>> I joked. <<s stranger>>Read right through me.<</s>> They laughed, <<s stranger>>Doesn't mean there's anything wrong with it, does it?<</s>> I had to agree, it didn't feel like there was anything wrong with it. Something about it felt nice, right. <<pierce "ear-bow" 0>><<pierce "ear-soft" 0>><<pierce "ear-hoop" 0>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $newpiercing is "belly">>Memories of the attractive park-goer flooded my mind as I sat on the operating reclining chair, midrif exposed, legs spread as the expert sat between them. I looked at them, and the monay piercings adorning their face, the tattoos going down their arms and reaching for their shoulders and neck. They had long embraced this lifestyle, qhich was quite typical for someone who did this as their job... And I was a newbie at it, realizing that a part of me liked what I was seeing, enjoyed the attention I was sure to have with my new physical modification. <<link "Get pierced">><<replace "#continue">>The pain was but momentary, as I'd already gotten used to it, and was expecting it. <<s stranger>>You're a natural. That's cool.<</s>> I felt some sort of a blush rising through me as I realized I actually liked their compliment, a part of me truly looking forward to the small praise I'd received. <<s Author>>Thanks.<</s>> Before I could confess how I felt about them, they turned, and that alone raised me out of my momentary stupor, allowing more blood to flood through my head, my face possibly turning red as I realized what I was thinking of. Why is getting pierced like that, by someone like them... //Such an intimate thing?// <<s stranger>>Here you go, comes with the package.<</s>> They said, handing over my first belly piercing. <<pierce "belly-standard" 0>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $newpiercing is "nose">>//Was I doing this just to get the attention of people?// As I sat on the reclining chair, waiting for the expert to be back from their distraction - whatever it may be - and I thought to the first time we'd talked about what I was to do together, they'd mentioned how I'd become addicted to people's attention. How I would crave the way they'd look at me, appreciating my body modifications. <<if $tattoonb gt 0>>After all, that was why I was also tattooing my once pristine skin, wasn't it?<</if>> I looked to my side, a mirror there making me stare back at myself. //Had I already gone too far?// <<s stranger>>Thank you for waiting for me.<</s>> The expert came in almost unannounced, startling me away from the image of the confused girl as I looked back at them. <<s stranger>>I'm glad you're back, the nose piercing will be amazing on you.<</s>> They said, quickly easing the tension I could feel in me. <<s stranger>>I'll even throw you a two-for-one, side and septum.<</s>> They added excitedly as they grabbed their equipment, preparing the piercing devices, <<s stranger>>That way you'll have just as many choices in customization.<</s>> //Two for one?// <<link "Get pierced">><<replace "#continue">>As I looked at myself in the mirror, and the odd little gauze that they used to cover my new holes and the small metal objects supposed to keep them open, I realized that it wasn't about the attention. It was momentary discomfort for a bigger, better comfort down the line. It was a necessary thing, to truly embrace my freedom. <<s Author>>What, no free piercing with it?<</s>> I asked the person as they stood behind me. <<s stranger>>That was only for virgins.<</s>> They said, smiling to themselves. A part of me felt sad at this statement. <<s stranger>>Aww we can't leave our customers feeling bad.<</s>> They said as they opened a display case. <<s stranger>>Here, your first nose ring.<</s>> They said, offering the item to be worn. <<pierce "septum-standard" 0>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $newpiercing is "nipples">><<s stranger>>Well then, get that top off!<</s>> The professional piercing master was a bit more comfortable with me today, having seen me often visiting. And now, they were excited about what was to come, and the opportunity to have a look at what I had underneath. Excitement rose through me too. I was about to put myself on display in front of the attractive and charismatic individual, and it was going to be quite the experience to be doing so. My top went off, putting my breasts on display for them, who looked at them with a smile. <<s stranger>>Disappointing but expected. You're ready.<</s>> Their smile, with a bit of a tongue passing over the lips, accompanied their words. As I looked down to my breasts, I realized that my nipples were standing to attention, calling for the needle that would pierce them and change their appearance forevermore, make them the naughty version of themselves they needed to me. Indeed, I was ready for the naughty moment. <<link "Get pierced">><<add "arousal" 80>><<replace "#continue">>The hotness spread through me, as the needly pierced the first of my nipples. A sharp pain rose, and a moan escaped my lips at that. I felt the strange heat of the moment, a beautiful thrill rising through me. This was permanent. And so, after the first side was done, the expert moved to my other. <<s stranger>>Let's get you ready again.<</s>> They said, their gloved fingers grabbing my other breast and pinching it with clear intent. //If only they didn't have their gloves.// My moans were hard to control, as soon enough the arousal I felt mixed with the pain of the one breast, helping the tits to stand to attention. <<s stranger>>Your body reacts beautifully to all of this.<</s>> They said, a compliment that I took in stride, hugely excited about the thought. Their needle pierced through once more, now on the other side, branding me slutty for the rest of my life. I had successfully altered the way I looked, enjoying my naughty new assets, feeling their need for attention. As my top went on, I couldn't help myself... I was far too turned on by what was happening. <<s stranger>>Here, this one's yours, for being so readily available for the needle.<</s>> <<picmid "cloth/piercings/nipple-standard.jpg">><<pickup $piercings "nipple-standard" 1>> //Fuck.// I looked at what they gave me, and saw the new piercing I'd received. //I am so fucking horny right now!// <<link "Go home and masturbate" "Masturbation">><</link>> <<link "Just walk out" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $newpiercing is "clit">> <<link "Get turned on">><<add "arousal" 70>><<replace "#continue">> <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 51>><<link "I wouldn't mind some help">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>Scene with the expert. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I wouldn't mind some help" "Their gender confuses me - I'm not lesbian or open enough">><</if>> <<link "I'd rather rush home and take care of it" "Masturbation">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> <<link "I'll skip on that." "plasticity">><<less "open" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>> <</if>></div>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<if $club.has("EP Imminent")>>We were supposed to be doing work for the party, but it seemed like <<light Jasmin>> had planned ahead. So much so, in fact, that now the door was open to do more. To do something that I'd been promised earlier last week on my birthday, a gift that I had yet to capitalize on. And so here we were at plasticity, my two lovers and I, ready for this big move. For this touch of naughtiness.<<else>>I was excited for the gift I'd received earlier on my birthday, looking forward to branding myself and putting ink to my skin. To finally embrace that side of me, to show the world exactly who I belonged to. And so, inviting both my lovers here, joined by <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>>, my blonde activist and I were ready for what was to come.<</if>> <<if $hrcpath is 1>>And what better time than now to have that done, really, with the easter party promising a world of blacked ambitions, and us getting ready to do that, my blonde lover and I. <<else>>The thrill of finally giving in and following down that path which I'd continued to try to ignore, but whose appeal was far too great for me... I wanted it more than anything, and it was beautiful to seek...<</if>> To make that big statement that promised so much beauty and excitement, that showed <<light Jerome>> our devotion. <<s Jasmin>>I... Thank you for doing this with me.<</s>> The blonde activist said, still slightly unsure of this move. A move she'd helped finance. <<s Author>>What would your father think?<</s>> <<light John>> would certainly not approve, and maybe that was what she was still fighting against. But we've had the conversation on Spring Break, and we'd come to our beautiful conclusion. <<s Jasmin>>What he doesn't know won't hurt him... And besides, my body my choice.<</s>> She announced, so sure of herself. I smiled. Indeed, it was meant to be. <<s Jerome>>Come on, girls, we ain't got all day.<</s>> Our lover, leader of the harem we'd started growing, had approached us, spanking our asses in unison, a prelude for what was about to happen. <<link "Let's get these tattoos, lover!" "Gift Jerome Tattoo">><</link>> <<else>><<picmid "events/meevents/tattoo-jasmin.jpg">> <<light Jerome>> was admiring the two of us, seeing the beautiful effect of his seduction. The tattoo hurt, but it felt so fulfilling to get it, to be so beautifully branded, to find myself in this beautiful completion. To finally make that lovely jump and accept that naughty kind of change to my body. To finally embrace my true, full colors. Because that's who I really was, and I now could finally just go for it. And who better to share this with than my loving activist, the person who truly had started me on that journey in the first place... <<light Jasmin>>, full of trepidation, relaxed as she saw me smile at her. This might be a big move, but the fact that we were both doing it together made it easier to make. It was a big move, but one we shared, all three of us, and it felt nice to embrace that development in our lives. It was beautifully fulfilling. <<s Jerome>>I can't wait to see those asses bounce on my cock.<</s>> Ever the romantic, the black lover and perosn we both looked up to did at the very least know how to turn us on. My body reacted of its own accord, running hot with anticipation for when that would happen. <<if $tattoonb gte 3>><<pichalf "events/meevents/tattoo-qos-display.jpg">><<else>><</if>> <<if $club.has("EP Imminent")>><<link "Let's rush to the party now!" "EP Intro">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming3.mp4' width='60%'/></center><</switch>> Playing with myself as I look at the activity on the screen, I end up cumming all over my fingers beautifully, enjoying the feeling of a full-body orgasm.

<<pichalf "dreams/cheer1.jpg">> My team has lost. Despite my cheering, despite my best at raising my people's spirits... We had lost. Against Egrogry! //Against Egrogry? My school team?// I looked down at the cheer uniform I wore. Something was off... This was our rival team's cheer uniform. Not our school's. And we had lost. I mean they had lost. My panties were lost... <<pichalf "dreams/cheer2.jpg">> I touched myself down below, noticing the lack of underwear, and noticing just how vulnerable I truly was... Rushing into the locker room, my team was here. Not my team, my high school's team. The ones who won. The ones who defeated the team I was cheering for. There was something messed up about the whole situation. I was not in control. They were celebrating their victory. Barely noticing me. Until <<light Jerome>> did. <<s Jerome>>Well look who's here!<</s>> He smiled at me, announcing my presence to the team that gathered around. <<s Jerome>>What brings you to us?<</s>> I spoke without even noticing. I heard myself speak without controlling the words I used. <<s Author>>I'm here to congratulate you. The victors.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>The victors. Shouldn't you be consoling your loser team?<</s>> His hand was already on my waist, and I was already succumbing to his touch. The rest of them were slowly drawing closer, a few of them already having their uniforms off as they were heading to the showers. <<s Author>>They don't deserve my attention, you do.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> smiled, I could see multiple faces around him, but <<light Samuel>> and <<light Julio>>'s jumped at me. <<s Author>>All of you do.<</s>> I continued my claim, honest and vulnerable. <<s Jerome>>Is that so?<</s>> He smiled, a predator that caught his prey. I tried catching my breath. <<s Samuel>>Top off.<</s>> The other conquerer, <<light Samuel>>, ordered. <<pichalf "dreams/cheer3.jpg">> They were preparing themselves, ready for the absolute defilement that was to follow, their clothing being removed and mine following them on the floor. <<s Jerome>>Why do you deserve us?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> asked. Deserve them... I don't deserve them. But I still had to try! <<s Author>>I don't deserve you! I just want to pay my respects. I was wrong to ever doubt your abilities. I was wrong to ever cheer for anyone other than you!<</s>> I claimed, desperate, needing their attention no matter what it took, no matter what humiliation I had to subject myself to. <<s Author>>You deserve praise, adoration, and I'll be your biggest cheerleader, from now until the end of the school year, and beyond that! Their team is shit. Their team is nothing. Only you matter. Only your are the masters. The masters of the game, of this school...<</s>> I needed to say it. <<s Author>>The masters of my body.<</s>> The thrill that went through me was immense. They had placed me on my back as I begged for their bodies, for their masteery, for their control. <<s Jerome>>Is that so?<</s>> <<s Author>>Please... At least give me just the tip. Please!<</s>> I was a desperate slut. Desperate, desperate slut. <<pichalf "dreams/cheer4.jpg">> Just the tip. Just the tip is all I deserved. I wanted more, but I was a dumb whore who deserved only what her masters would give her. I was a dumb bitch. <<print $name>> the dumb desperate slut, defeated at the hand of her strong black masters. I was defeated, weak, worth nothing. And they were my conquerers. I was theirs to control. I'd serve them no matter what it took. <<print $name>> the dumb desperate slut for black cock. <<pichalf "dreams/cheer5.jpg">>

<<pichalf "dreams/myadance1.jpg">> My mistress was again making her moves on the "innocent" <<light Yara>>, this time in my dreams. My obsession with having the white girl join us was becoming too much... I needed to see this through. I needed to see my masters' harem grow, and to be there to help them with it. That's the only way I'd be able to receive their praise. That's the only reason I had at this point. <<pichalf "dreams/myadance2.jpg">>

<<pichalf "dreams/bbc-yara1.jpg">> My sexy, hot friend <<light Yara>> stood in front of me, attractive, sultry, erotically charged. In her underwear, she was a goddesss of beauty, a vision of attraction and undeniable eroticism. And she looked at me with eyes that told me there was a hot, heavy encounter waiting for us. She moved closer, each step more sultry than the one before it, each move making her even more attractive to my eyes. And I found my heart beating faster, stronger, and my folds growing wetter, eager... Yet it wasn't me she was looking for. It was for someone behind me. As her eyes drifted to what was behind, so did mine. <<light Yara>> was not attracted to me, no. She was attracted to the hulking black man behind me. The dominant figure that called her attention, commanded it. She immediately hugged the man, a stranger whose face I couldn't even see, and his hands were quick to remove her swimsuit. And they kissed passionately, as he grabbed her ass and lifted her up. My friend, long believed to be a lesbo, held no chance in front of the might of a powerful man with a big black cock. A big black cock that had quickly found its place between her needy folds. Fucking her pussy as they kissed. <<pichalf "dreams/bbc-yara2.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Mmmm I can't believe I spent so long without a BBC inside of me!<</s>> My friend called out eagerly, the rubbing inside of her sending beautiful shivers through her. <<s stranger>>That's it. You're a slut for BBC. You're a slut for me.<</s>> The man's baritone voice rang out, deep inside of my head. She's a slut for BBC. I wish I was too. What a sexy sight! <<s stranger>>On all fours, slut.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/bbc-yara3.jpg">> <<light Yara>> was quick to follow his orders, eager to please. And he was equally eager to show her the pleasure she seeked. <<s Yara>>Oh fuck yes. I'm all yours. Fuck me like a common white whore!<</s>> //The mouth on her!// Long gone was the demure, attractive visage of a woman in control. <<light Yara>> was a slut for BBC, and the cock inside of her was drilling harder and harder inside of her. It didn't matter whatever control she had over me. Right now, all that mattered to her was the cock inside of her, me all but ignored. <<s stranger>>What are you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>A white slut.<</s>> <<s stranger>>What about that lesbian bullshit?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No lesbian can handle such a big fat cock. BBCs are the only true option!<</s>> Oh she was far gone! <<picmid "dreams/bbc-yara4.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Prove it.<</s>> He had laid on his back, quickly followed by an eager <<light Yara>> who rushed to ride him. <<s Yara>>You can do anything to my body. Anything to your whore. Please just fuck me!<</s>> She called out, needy. <<s stranger>>Anything?<</s>> He was testing her. <<light Yara>> knew what he wanted. I knew what he wanted. No lesbian woman, no free woman, no independent women who claimed feminism and freedom of choice, would choose what she was about to accept. No, <<light Yara>> knew what he wanted, and she knew that deep down, that was her only purpose. She knew what was expected of her, and what deep down, she needed more than anything in the whole world. <<s Yara>>Impregnate me.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/bbc-yara5.jpg">> My once lesbian friend was too far gone. BBC had already won.

<<pichalf "dreams/yara-2bbc0.jpg">> <<light Yara>> stood in a Raven cosplay, a beautiful woman in black and purple, smiling wide at me. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked me, as she flaunted her assets beautifully, a sultry appearance full of beauty and naughtiness. <<s Yara>>How about I show you more?<</s>> Without me having to answer, moments later, her clothing was dropped, revealing the purple underwear beneath. <<picmid "dreams/yara-2bbc1.jpg">>And next to her, two hard black men stood to attention, dangerous-looking, cocks at attention and obviously looking forward to what would happen next with her. <<s Yara>>I love black and purple.<</s>> She claimed, her hands stroking the impressive black men as they lowered her panties to the ground, laying her bare for moments before they got to work. <<picmid "dreams/yara-2bbc2.jpg">>Carried between the two beautiful bodies, my vulnerable friend had no control over her moans as one of them tasted her leaking pussy, savoring her juices and making her moan out in appreciation. I didn't quite know who I was jealous of, my friend who was being serviced by these two men, or them having the honor of being in her presence... I think I was in awe of them all, an eager voyeur of the whole scene unfolding in front of me. <<picmid "dreams/yara-2bbc3.jpg">>A scene that quickly shifted into a hard fuck, my friend's moans still rising to meet my ears as they both fucked her in turns, enjoying her body as if she was yet another conquest, experienced attackers of a vulnerable, supple, attractive body. Built for BBC, and eager to please them. <<s Yara>>Oh my god! I can't wait for you to find that pleasure! I can't wait for me to join you in servicing the BNWO!<</s>> My friend called out in between passionate moans, truly an inspiring, naughty sight. And a final sight that would be etched into my mind, hoping it would one day become reality... <<pichalf "dreams/yara-2bbc4.jpg">>

<<pichalf "dreams/leo-mother1.jpg">> The attractive <<light Maria>> stood in front of me in her sexy swimwear, a true vision of beauty and passion, an attractive sight that demanded attention, that demanded to be glorified. <<s Maria>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked me, teasingly, as my mind went back to our latest conversation when I helped her in S&M. I tried speaking. But couldn't. To her left, <<light Yara>> called for her attention. <<s Yara>>Hey Maria... I know exactly what you seek, what you crave for.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>Don't be shy, embrace your true nature, embrace your love for women.<</s>> I watched in rapt attenton as my friend seduced my other friend's mother, a twisted thought... Why are these two together here? Did I want that to happen? To see them together? <<s Thomia>>You know you belong to the BNWO. You were made for BBC.<</s>> Another voice, to our right, spoke out for attention. A strage black man stood there, powerful, intimidating. <<s Thomia>>You've already went black. There is no going back.<</s>> He claimed, his voice strong and deeply unsettling, but undeniably hot and enticing. I watched, as the choice placed itself in front of the attractive woman in front of me, as she thought of the best way to move forward. And I knew that it was a dream, that I was in control, that I could guide her to go in the direction I wanted her to, with a simple thought. After all, one thought after the next would lead her to her purpose, would bring her to her destiny... <<pichalf "dreams/leo-mother2.jpg">> <center><<link "Lead her to Yara" "Management">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom Lesbo" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Black is better" "Management">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom BBC" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>></center>

<<pichalf "dreams/leosub5-1.jpg">> My date for the evening stood in front of me, back from our time at a fancy restaurant. <<s Leo>>I can't believe I accepted you paying for our meals.<</s>> The sexy lady spoke in a soft, feminine voice. <<s Author>>It's what anyone would've done for someone like you. You are my date after all.<</s>> I said, smiling softly at her. <<s Author>>Care to drink?<</s>> I asked as I got to pour myself my own cup. She sighed, her hand stroking her hair, and gave away a soft, prolongued, sultry breath. <<pichalf "dreams/leosub5-2.jpg">> <<s Leo>>Mmm I don't know... I already drank a lot.<</s>> She claimed, looking all sorts of sexy in her tight clothing. <<s Leo>>That wine sure was something.<</s>> I looked at her, her sexy physique, her beautiful curves, her hot body... I had asked her to wear a dress for the evening, and yet she had really outdone herself. A sexy woman in sexy clothing was ending the night with me, and I couldn't be happier. <<s Author>>Your "dress" suits you.<</s>> I said as I moved closer to her, my own drink in my hand and none to offer her, taking a seat on the couch. <<s Leo>>Oh really? You like it?<</s>> She asked, her hands roaming along her curves, enjoying the feel of the material she wore. <<s Author>>I love it. Finally you're not shy about your body.<</s>> <<s Leo>>How can I be shy when it was created by your hands?<</s>> //Oh to hear these beautiful words. Her acknowledgement that it was my actions that led her here.// Oh how beautiful it was to see her accept my control, my patronage, my impact, and embrace the sultry, sexy, hot thing that she has become... <<s Author>>How about you thank me for tonight's dinner?<</s>> I asked her, knowing full well how I expected her to thank me. Knowing full well that she knew what my expectations were. <<pichalf "dreams/leosub5-3.jpg">> <<s Leo>>It would be my pleasure, and priviledge.<</s>> She knelt, putting her body an display, as she slowly moved towards me. A date, and now a befitting ending. What more could I-

I am in Her bedroom. Kneeling. Naked. //Wait, why am I kneeling? Why am I naked?// <<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-2.jpg">> My hands are held firmly behind my back, grasping the opposite arm. //No seriously, why am I naked??// My //Mistress// <<light Yara>> strides into the room, but I know to keep my eyes down until called upon like a good //pet//. //What is going on? Pet? Something feels off...// My thoughts are interrupted as my mistress casually brings her foot up into my field of vision. I can feel the drool start to gather in my mouth and am doing my best to try to keep myself from licking it. //Oh so that's why I'm a pet! It does look delicious... Wait, no! It doesn't, does it?//<<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-3.jpg">> <<s Yara>>So, <<print $name>>, as I said last night, it's time to make a choice.<</s>> Her voice breaks my reverie, <<s Yara>>We can keep going as we have been doing since Prom Night, girlfriend at day and in public, and pet at night when we're alone...<</s>> //Wait, since when did we finish Prom night? She's my girlfriend?? What a catch! I'm so lucky!// <<s Yara>>If that's what you want, then it's okay by me, I'll play my part and that'd be the end of it. No pressure whatsoever. If that's what you want, all you'll need to do is stay kneeling there.<</s>> My mistress - //no friend// - was thoughtful, ready to take things at my pace, but part of me wanted to listen to what other option there were between us. Prom is done, we were free, //right//? <<s Yara>>Keep kneeling like a Good Girl...<</s>> //I loved it when she called me that!// <<s Yara>>Or...<</s>> Her eyes stared at me. I felt myself soften at that look. She held an undeniable power over me... <<s Yara>>If you REALLY mean what you said last night, if you are really willing and ready to act on it... All you'll need to do is follow me to the den.<</s>> //What I said last night? We were teasing, we were playing... But dream <<light Yara>> knew more than I did it seems.// <<s Yara>>But there's a catch. I don't want you walking there. Or even crawling.<</s>> She explained, and I was eager to know what was expected of me... <<s Yara>>No.. no, no...<</s>> She mused. And I listened intently. I listened with eagrness. I wanted to know what it took... <<s Yara>>I want you to squirm. Squirm all the way to me down the hall and into the den. Squirm like a good girl, and get your final reward. I'll be waiting...<</s>> //Oh... Oh my... My submissive urges wanted to just let go and follow her order... And I wanted to serve, squirm like the worm I was...// <<s Yara>>You have an hour, my dear <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-1.jpg">>I only hear her voice now, having left the room and heading to the den. From where I'm currently kneeling //like a nice pet//, the distance is short. Only 15 or so short meters between myself and my future. But down here, it felt like a mile away. I stayed there, on my knees, thinking of my options... Thinking... Thinking...

<<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-1.jpg">><<s Yara>>You have an hour, my dear <<print $name>>.<</s>> I only hear her voice now, having left the room and heading to the den. From where I'm currently kneeling //like a nice pet//, the distance is short. Only 15 or so short meters between myself and my future. But down here, it felt like a mile away. My mistress was waiting for me to head to her. To finally offer myself to her. To show her just how desperate I was for her company... I stayed there, on my knees, thinking of my options... But there was no true thoughts. There was a safe option, and there was more... <<picmid "dreams/yarasub4-1.jpg">>Logic told me to stay right where I was. To keep things as they were. It was fun. Girlfriends by day, master and pet at night. A game, a hidden secret, no more. The Prom Queen and her mistress. //The Prom Queen...// That means I actually did it! I made it happen! Yet why did I feel unfulfilled? <<picmid "dreams/yarasub4-2.jpg">>I was //Prom Queen//, but I didn't feel like I was satisfied. I needed more. I didn't become prom queen for a good time... I did it for a great time! So, of course, I composed myself. Like a queen would. And like a defeated queen would, like a pet who knows what's good for them, I started moving. <<vid "dreams/yarasub4-3.mp4">>One move after the next, I wormed my way over to my future. It takes me a while, every scratch of the way a challenge, as I squirm like the good worm I was towards Her. My mistress, my future. I pushed, pulled, struggled against the ground, alone. Not seen, but willing to make the sacrifice. Because that's what my mistress expected of me. Because that's what the dominant woman who I called girlfriend asked, and I was in no position to refuse... //How lucky I was to even dare calling her girlfriend. And that was about to change for a nicer name...// <<picmid "dreams/yarasub4-5.jpg">>I reach her, heaving in my dream, my heart beating quickly as I found myself back in my kneeling position. Ready to serve. <<s Yara>>Good job, <<print $name>>. I knew you'd make the right choice.<</s>> She smiled, right before her tone turned serious, bringing me to full attention. <<s Yara>>Now beg.<</s>> I turned my head sideways, as a dog would, trying to understand what her orders were. <<s Yara>>I want you to beg. To put into words exactly why I should interrupt what we have and collar you for the next 5 years. Put into words why you want to be a Slave, a pet.<</s>> //A slave? Pet? Was that my destiny? Was that where we were heading this whole time?// <<s Yara>>MY slave. MY pet.<</s>> Her voice was deep inside me, strong, powerful, demanding. //Her slave. That's what I'd be. My mistress' slave. Mistress... This whole time, that's what she'd been to me. This whole dream, and even the one before it. Gone was the name <<light Yara>>, here came the position, the ultimate position, mistress. And I her pet.// <<vid "dreams/yarasub4-4.mp4">>Beyond myself, I found I was lowering my head, lowering myself... Low low low... To only be as high as her feet. Low... Low... Low...

<<pichalf "dreams/bimbo1.jpg">> A hot, fucking attractive woman in the most sultry of swimwear smiled at me as she saw that I noticed her. //Where are we?// She smiled, as if she knew my thoughts. <<s Author>>Oh look at you, all confused. We're home sweetie!<</s>> She claimed. //Wait, she can read my thoughts!// <<s Author>>Of course I can, silly, I am you!<</s>> <<pichalf "dreams/bimbo2.jpg">> Her hands had mindlessly drifted to her swimwear, slowly removing it, lowering the bottom and displacing the top, revealing the perfect curves underneath. Beyond perfect. A vision of ultimate and absolute beauty. I was looking at beauty incarnate, and it claimed to be me. <<s Author>>Oh I've always been bi it seems!<</s>> She said, noticing the way I was looking at her. <<s Author>>Come on, don't be shy. You can look all you want.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Author>>Want to see more?<</s>> That was me, seducing myself, and I was succeeding. //I do want to see more, if I was being honest with myself.// <<pichalf "dreams/bimbo3.jpg">> <<s Author>>Ask, and you shall receive.<</s>> I said, as I removed the restraints I had on me, and revealed my perfect body. I was a perfect vision of sexiness, and I was turning myself on. //Fuck am I hot!// <<s Author>>Not yet, but you will be!<</s>> She promised. //How? How can I be so perfect? So attractive?// <<s Author>>You're on the right track, darling. Just go deeper, looser, dumber.<</s>> //Dumber.// I could be dumb. She was stupid, letting go like that and removing her clothes like a common whore, revealing her perfect body, her beautiful curves, her absolute beauty... She was stupid to think I could never be that pretty. An airhead that thought too much, and too little at the same time. I was nowhere near where she was. I was still in control. <<picmid "dreams/bimbo4.jpg">> <<s Author>>Who said I'm not in control?<</s>> I asked myself. That's true. I am in control... //Which version of me, though?//

<<pichalf "dreams/pregobbc1.jpg">> <<s Author>>Guh Glug Glu-<</s>> I was choking on his magnificent cock, serving the best I could and trying to enjoy myself at his hard penis. My lover had taken care of me, had brought food for me to cook him as he came back home, and now was granting me the honor of serving his cock. <<s Jerome>>That's it you dumb fucking bitch. Choke on your master's cock!<</s>> It was only play. My lover loved me, and his words were only to my benefit, because I'm a dumb whore who gets off on humiliation, my master was giving me exactly that. Outside of bed, we were equal partners. As equal as a woman and her dominant man could be, me subservient and him in control, in charge, whip and leash and all. In bed, all bets were off. I was a dumb fucking bitch that needed to be put in her place, at the service of a superior man like him, and he was the man tasked with the burden of showing me my true nature, purpose, and goal. Servitude at the hand of the superior black man that he was, a dumb fucking cow with big boobs that is but a toy of the BNWO propaganda machine. <<s Jerome>>You fucking cow better use these no-good breasts of yours to pleasure me, fucking slut.<</s>> <<pichalf "dreams/pregobbc2.jpg">> I rushed to give my master what he wanted, my big stupid breasts-for-brains rubbing against his magnificent, dominating cock. And my pregnant belly behind, eager to take his cock back inside of my wet snatch once more. //Pregnant belly???// I was pregnant with his child! And still servicing his cock, still hoping for more fucking, more domination, more submission to his power, more creampies, to be claimed as a whore for his cock day after day after day! And I was submissive to his whims, eager to serve, to give him more and more every day. And my master was happy to take it, the more I debased myself for him, the more power he held. He had my womb, he had my life on a leash, I was to stay in his house and breed. Breed and feed, my huge udders made to pleasure his children, feed them so they grow strong and take over this world, his ancestors proud of his accomplishements, and mine in shame at my submissiveness and subservience. It was in spite of them that I took over this weak position in our household. They've always believed that women were inferior, and now I'd show them they were too right and too wrong at the same time. I'd submit my body to my master, my dominating, angry, agressive lover that'd put me in my place. And I'd wipe out years of "purity", to truly be cleansed from the sins of my ancestors. I'd brought low the whole of my family tree, to raise his up instead. My master's. <<s Jerome>>On all fours, bitch in heat.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/pregobbc3.jpg">> Namecalling was our love language, and orders were our communication style. And my master's word was law, and I was indeed a bitch in heat eager to be impaled over his hard cock. My pregnant belly had been growing, but nothing would stop my master from getting what he wanted. Nothing would halt his movement. And on all fours, docile, submissive, a true animal needing to be bred time and time again, I took in his hard, powerful cock with an eagerness I've always wanted to have, happy to be taking him in. I'd raise an army of BNWO soldier to take over the world, hoping that in my lifetime I'd see the shift my society oh so desperately needs. It wasn't a fantasy no more, it was my reality, and a reality I fought for daily. I'd see it through, hell or high water. Or degrading, mind-blowing, copulation on the daily. <<picmid "dreams/pregobbc4.jpg">> My master was a loving one when he knew I could handle his cock no more. He was sure not to hurt the child that he'd placed into me. His child, a dominant, powerful person. A beautiful mixed child that I entirely hoped would take over the world and continue their father's glorious cleansing work. His hand, dominant, big, possessive, and beautifully clashing against my skin color, rested on my belly, and held me with passion, as he continued his thrusts. <<s Jerome>>You're the perfect dumb white whore for me.<</s>> His compliment, beautiful words of praise, coursed through me like an orgasmic crash of delight, as I shuddered at his beautiful attention. I moaned out in appreciation, my pussy cramping up on his cock. On his hard, drilling, and now cumming cock. Deep inside, one more creampie, another claim over my already defeated and entirely submissive body. He was the controlling master, and I his eager complacent subject, and we'd usher in a new era of change, one creampie at a time. <<s Author>>I'm yours, my womb is yours, I'm all yours!<</s>> My cries were muffled through the night. That creampie would be the first of many for the night. It was his right. <<picmid "dreams/pregobbc5.jpg">>

<<picmid "dreams/dc-strawman.jpg">> <<light Robert>> had me riding him, humiliating me in front of a crowd of people. <<s Robert>>That's it, slut! You get to fuck me without judgement, just because I was right in our debate!<</s>> He claimed. Our debate? Did he mean the fallacy argument he's created? I had forgotten all about what the fallacy was... Cancel culture? I wouldn't be cancelled even if I fucked him in front of a huge crowd? Wait, why would I want to fuck him? I moaned out loud as he thrust in a bit stronger. What the fuck was going on?? I was beyond confused at what was happening, but I had no control over my actions. Over the way I was eagerly riding his cock, willingly debasing myself in front of all these people. <<s Robert>>I'm right, aren't I? People should be free to do what they want without judgement, right??<</s>> he asked me, a constant tease in the back of my mind, as the flashes of people's cameras shot in front of me. What a fucking disgrace, a fucking loss of words... I didn't know what needed to be said. I was beyond confused. <<s Robert>>Say it, tell me I'm right. We should not be judged, cancelled. We are free to do what we want, right, slut???<</s>> His tone was demanding. My mind was demanding an answer from me. My subconscious was asking for me to admit something, to become conscious of a reality that I want to run away from... I needed to answer myself. I needed to answer the man who fucked me like a common whore in front of a crowd that watched eagerly. <center><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Yes, we shouldn't be judged." "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Judge me, I'm a whore!" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I judge these sick fucks watching me." "Management">><<add "subdom" 2>><</link>></center>

<<vid "dreams/ad-hominem.mp4">> Lying in front of me in a regal way, <<light Ria>> spread her legs, revealing the pussy that hid underneath her closing, inviting me in. <<s Ria>>Look at you, a desperate girl in need for guidance.<</s>> She said, mirroring her arguments from the debate club. A fallacy was somewhere there, right? <<s Ria>>Oh my... You need more than AI though... You, in particular, need a mistress! Someone to tell you what to do, someone whose commands you need to follow. You're not smart enough to make decisions of your own, are you?<</s>> She continued teasing, her voice in the back of my head, her words more felt then heard. <<s Ria>>You ache for someone to tell you what to do, constantly growing more stupid with every passing moment. Absolutely stupid, and eager to please, just like you should be.<</s>> She continued her teasing, mocking me again and again. And I took her mockery eagerly, wanting to prove myself to her. Didn't I? Wasn't she right? Did I not need guidance? <center><<link "I need her guidance." "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "I'm fine on my own, thanks." "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>></center>

<<pichalf "dreams/jerome1.jpg">> I kissed my lover passionately. My dominant, powerful, intimidating and absolutely stunning man, a person who had impressive control over my body, carrying me like I was nothing. I felt small in his arms, easily manipulable, and safe. And I loved that feeling. Vulnerable. Vulnerable to his touch, to his control. To his big, fat, cock. The one that drilled into me and made me moan out in pleasure. <<light Jerome>> was a beast, an impressive man that truly knew how to give me pleasure. And I was his plaything, an eager woman that took him in willingly, openly. <<s Jerome>>I've claimed you, and you simply succumbed.<</s>> He said. And deep down, I felt something in me snap into alignment. He claimed, and I accepted. That's how it should be. And that's how it will be. I only need to keep getting close to him, and if I'm good enough, he'll lay claim to me. I only need to prove myself to the impressive man that is <<light Jerome>>. <<pichalf "dreams/jerome2.jpg">>

<<s Matthew>>Anything else you'd like, misstress?<</s>> My secretary <<light Matthew>> was ready to end his day, realizing that he wouldn't get release tonight. <<s Author>>Strip.<</s>> I simply ordered my newest toy. <<light Eric>> was still waiting back at home, with our bull. Probably fluffing him in preparation for a night of passion between us. <<light Matthew>>, on the other hand, was here. My secretary was hard as a rock as he anticipated my activity. <<s Author>>Look at the alpha male, ready to spill his seed for me.<</s>> I teased him. After <<light Eric>>, it was too easy to realize patterns in men like <<light Matthew>> and himself, false alphas that claim dominance in order to hide deep insecurities. <<light Matthew>> fell just as quickly as <<light Eric>> did, admitting that he'd do anything to just "taste me". And now, he was a toy in my hands, a secretary working his best to fulfill my desires. And so when I'd desire for him to cum quickly like the premature ejaculator that I shaped him up to be... <<vid "spring-break/dream-cucketary1.mp4">> He obliged like the pet he'd become, eager to spill his seed humiliatingly for me. I laughed as I saw that action unfold, and heard myself speak up. <<s Author>>What a good little cucketary. Ready for your reward?<</s>> The pet only panted, kneeling in front of me in submissive acceptance, eager to have a taste. <<vid "spring-break/dream-cucketary2.mp4">> It barely registered what I felt then, my cunt accepting a load from my bull, <<light Matthew>> kneeling in front of me, waiting for his order. I looked down at the once proud swim team captain, now hanging at the prom queen's lips, waiting for her next order. <<light Angela>> was long forgotten, barely registering in my mind. Now, her ex was my pet, and was wiaitng for the chance to lick the cum spilling from my cunt. <<s Author>>Feed, cucketary.<</s>> And he did, eagerly. And I knew that was both of our destiny. <<vid "spring-break/dream-cucketary3.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Spring Break Main Separation">><</link>>

<<vid "spring-break/dream-balcony1.mp4">> <<s Author>>Come to our beautiful museum, where you can feast your eyes on the beautiful displays waiting for you!<</s>> I was slutting myself out in public, flashing my tits to entice as many individuals as I can. I needed to entice enough people, and I would do it the best way I knew how to. By being a public slut that hold no shame and flashes her assets to complete strangers. Lovingly so, of course. <<vid "spring-break/dream-balcony2.mp4">> I don't know when I became the sexy woman that welcomes people and dances for them on a balcony to visit the Erotic Museum of Barcelona, but I suddenly was one now, enticing these random stranger, dancing for them, and making sure that they knew what kind of assets to expect from visiting my museum. I was horny, turned on. A man decided to visit, walk up, and welcome himself into the balcony I was dancing in. <<s stranger>>Let's show everyone down there what this museum is truly about, and the best part of eroticism.<</s>> His request didn't take long to be fulfilled, my horny mind rushing to offer him what he wanted. If anyone asked, I had no control over my actions. Because truly, deep down, I knew I never could control myself around someone as dominant as him. <<vid "spring-break/dream-balcony3.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Spring Break Main Separation">><</link>>

<<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue1.jpg">> Eyes were drifted on me as I rubbed myself against the stranger that was hired next to me for the naughty scene that we were supposed to work on. Reminicent of our school project, I was now once more barely hidden behind body paint as I put my nude body on display for "Art". <<s stranger>>Let's give them a true show.<</s>> <<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue2.jpg">> I'd like to say that I was hesitant, but in truth it didn't take much convincing to have me on my knees and servicing the cock that stood at attention in front of me. I knew that I was doing something taboo, but it wasn't important. At the Erotic Museum of Barcelona, it didn't matter what I thought, what mattered was that I'd serve the best piece of erotic art I could. <<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue3.jpg">> And I - quite frankly - was deeply enjoying it, putting my body on display as I worked on the cock that stood at attention in front of me. The tour guides were trying to accommodate our raunchy actions as much as they could, explaining the things that we were doing in the most explicit of terms. <<s professor>>And as you can see here, our models are putting into display the erotic art of oral, a practice long followed by people over history.<</s>> <<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue4.jpg">> A practice that we actively engaged in, my lower lips clearly getting wetter as I sucked the paint off of his member and prepared him for more. I needed more, and his hard cock suggested he did too. So when he spoke his next words, I was all too eager to follow his request: <<s stranger>>Bend over and let me fuck you in front of everyone there.<</s>> <<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue5.jpg">> I did, an eager, submissive slut, in front of all these random strangers, eager to be receiving his heavy cock inside of me. I was getting fucked in public, but only a simple, very flimsy excuse like "art" hid my true intentions. These were to be the ultimate slut I can be, without shame or fear of repercussions. The Erotic Museum of Barcelona loved my naughty activity, and I loved displaying it so openly. It didn't matter what people expected, they would get a hard public fucking and enjoy it as "Art". <<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue6.jpg">> Our art grew more passionate, us no longer caring to be silent as we continued grinding against one another, the man a complete stranger that I enjoyed myself against. Last dream was on a distant balcony for the museum, yet now it was close, face to face with critics that were enjoying our passion on display, making notes on their notebooks. Were they noticing my engorged pussy lips eagerly grasping at his cock in an attempt to prolong the pleasure? Were they taking note of my open mouth, fighting against the moans that fought to escape from my lips? Did they realize that I was slowly reaching closer to an imminent orgasm? <<pichalf "spring-break/dream-statue7.jpg">> I didn't care how on display I was. I actually embraced it openly, opening my legs and putting my cunt on show for everyone there that cared to look. And many did, enjoying the eager fucking that took place in front of them, my public fight against the moans that continued to escape my lips. People were liking my slut nature, and I was eagerly showing it off under the false pretense of "Art". Art that fucked. <<picmid "spring-break/dream-statue8.jpg">> And maybe at moments we did look like art. But deep down, I knew... A slut could never be art except for sick people like her. And that was what I was. A sick twisted vision of naughty pleasure. //Might as well truly discover that Erotic Museum of Barcelona, no?// <<picmid "spring-break/dream-statue9.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Spring Break Main Separation">><</link>>

<<vid "spring-break/dream-creampie.mp4">><<s Author>>Thank you, cu... COME again!<</s>> I hear myself call out, shuddering pleasantly as the customer pulls away from me with a happy groan. Stumbling to the side, and leaning on a table to steady myself, I feel his thick cum start to spill out of my freshly fucked folds, dripping down along my inner thighs. I am so very happy it's not my job to clean up. Not anymore. <<s stranger>>Hey, babe, could we get some more coffees and juices over here?<</s>> I glance over to the booth where another group of customers sits while I felt my recent admirer stuffing several dollars into my garter belt. <<s Author>>Be right there!<</s>> I reply with a brilliant, if red-faced smile as the tipper departs with an affectionate pat to my backside. I give the table one last wipe with the cloth I hold, wiggling my rear for good measure at him, then turn to the booth. <<s Author>>Sorry to keep you waiting,<</s>> you apologize. <<s Author>>What can I- say, shouldn't there be a server here?<</s>> The friends in the booth grin at each other. One of them leans to the side and lift the tablecloth, gesturing beneath. A feminine, muffled moan sounds from below, and I notice a feminine hand braced against the booth seat as a waitress hidden underneath the table bobs her head on the lap of another customer. <<vid "spring-break/dream-blowjob.mp4">> I peer under the table, and confirm... <<light Eva>> is hard at work. She catches my gaze and gives a finger wave, her eyes sparkling as she works her mouth along a thick cock, her cheeks hollowed in an eager suckle. I simply wave back before returning to business, rising swiftly enough for the revealing, low-cut uniform top and gravity to all but guarantee my next sale. <<s Author>>Gotcha. So, what would you like to order?<</s>> I take out the pad and pencil, doing my best to ignore the growing warmth between my thighs as the group lists their orders. Soon. <<s stranger>>We'll have two coffees, cream no sugar and black, an orange juice, one large cream pie, and another of the daily specials, please,<</s>> the man at the table says, his voice cracking as he looks you over a touch uncertainly. <<s stranger>>...If that's okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure thing, hon.<</s>> My reply comes with a reassuring smile. <<s Author>>One Free Use Friday special, coming right up. Or down, if you prefer?<</s>> I add, glancing underneath the table suggestively. <<light Eva>> is clearly hard at work, the table shaking with each audible bob of her head. <<s stranger>>Down,<</s>> he squeaks hurriedly, spreading his thighs wide. <<s stranger>>Definitely down.<</s>> With a chuckle I slink underneath the table and kneel beside <<light Eva>>, her panties are hanging from one knee. The hem of her skirt rests at the top of her thigh-highs, exposing her pussy, glistening and wet and leaking a trickle of white. I reach out and brush her hair back from her face, leaning in to nuzzle her on the cheek. She pulls away from her current task to give me a grateful smile, leaning in to plant a quick sweet and salty kiss on the lips. <<s Author>>Fridays, am I right?<</s>> I quip. She simply laughs. <<s Eva>>Can you believe the boss is going to keep doing this every week? I can barely walk straight by the time my shift ends, and it's only gotten more popular.<</s>> I nod tiredly. <<s Author>>On the other hand...<</s>> As one, we shift our attention to the collection of eager, pulsing flesh nearby, giving them an experimental tug. <<s Author>>...At least the tips are pretty big.<</s>> <<vid "spring-break/dream-doublebj.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Spring Break Main Separation">><</link>>

<<picmid "dreams/christmas-vibes.jpg">> My girlfriend and I were dressed in sultry Christmas lingerie, enjoying men's stares on us. We were attractive, we both knew it, and we enjoyed the attention. I thought to myself... I didn't know who stood next to me. We were both being naughty, attractive, hot pieces of ass that called for attention... Yet I didn't know who I shared this moment with. I was wearing the naughtiest of outfits, and the only reason I felt comfortable in it was because of another person doing the same. Yet I didn't know who that was. What an oddity. I turned to look at the person dressed in her hot lingerie, a beautiful sight to behold... <center><<link "It is Jasmin" "Management">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><</link>> | <<link "It is Yara" "Management">><<add "Yara" 3>><</link>> | <<link "It is Eva" "Management">><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>></center>

<<picmid "dreams/beauty.jpg">> A beautiful glade welcomes me with open arms, a green expanse ready to have me, eager to surround me. How beautiful... How relaxing... I wish I could forever live in such a calm and serene space...

<<picmid "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/10.jpg">> The post I had recently boosted was still fresh in my mind, as I rmembered all of the attractive figures in it. A strong, masculine, black man. A true athlete in a perfect body, as he should be. In control, ultimate power emanating from him. A soft, pliable, feminine sissy of a white man. A vision of soft feminine beauty, weak and pliable in contrast with the alpha male. A hot, powerful, strong, black lady. A true image of regal beauty, powerful and ultimately in control. And a beautiful, soft, submissive white woman. What I'd be, if I went all in. Or what my friends could become. All together... Though there was undeniably one of them that was most attractive to me, one that truly called to my attention, one that showed deep down, what I truly cared to see from the BNWO... <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>The Black Man" "Management">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>The White Sissy" "Management">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>The Black Goddess" "Management">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>The White Slut" "Management">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>>

<<pichalf "classes/biology-mya.jpg">> <<s Mya>>All sorts of bodies.<</s>> <<light Mya>>'s taunt remained in my head as I relived our conversation following the class we'd had, how she'd wanted to make me feel unsettled. About the bodies she got to see as a cheerleader, about the experiences she got to lead. All of which I was not privy to... I could feel myself grow more jealous of her, but there was something more to it. Something more personal. Her taunt came from her, specifically. Her taunt came with another intention. She'd long been a sultry character. Why me, and now? <<s Mya>>All sorts of bodies.<</s>> But my mind was plagued by a particular type. Guided by her words, I was imagining something very specific. <div id='choices'><<link "Black men are attractive">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "dreams/biology-man.jpg">>I needed me a black man to make me feel whole....<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Black women are attractive">><<add "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "dreams/biology-woman.jpg">>I needed to know what her body looked like...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Black people are unattractive">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "dreams/biology-yt.jpg">>I didn't care for her type... I was the sexiest there was.<</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "dreams/sexy-panties-rubbing.jpg">> A flimsy underwear, a naughty disposition, and horny thoughts. My dreams were greeted by a wet disposition, a body on heat that demanded attention. I was on fire. I was in heat. I needed someone to rub me. I needed some attention, and I was nowhere near to getting it. I really wished I had someone to share my bed with. I really wished I had someone to drill my hole, make me his whore. Oh what a dream turned nightmare, this wetness having its strong grip on me and controlling my actions... //I need to be fucked, hard!//

<<vid "dreams/masturbation-soft.mp4">> It wasn't a dream. It was real. It was me, my hands all over my body, and my need too great to ignore. It was a rubbing that needed answers, and it was a need that had to be rubbed. My hands drifted over my body, searching for all the right erogenous zones, pinching and rubbing in all the right ways. I wanted to bring myself pleasure, and whether I was aware of it or not, I was going to find that pleasure, come what may. My strokes were firm, and soft at the same time. And my body reacted positively to all of that manual labor. //Manual labor.// My body was a temple, and I was building towards a valuable orgasm. Towards something beautiful, breathtaking... Towards-

<<pichalf "dreams/arousal-3.jpg">> Nude, sexy, attractive. I could feel the wetness below, and unfortunately could do nothing about it. I wanted - no needed - to sleep, and my body was distracting me... How can I get a shut eye if I keep being turned on by nothing? //I really need to masturbate to deal with this.//

<<pichalf "dreams/arousal-4.jpg">> A big, hard cock demanded my service. Pushed against my face. And I tentatively licked. My tongue grazed against it. It wasn't too bad. Only skin. That's fine. I licked more. //It's actually really tasty.// I felt myself grow wet at the thought of taking it in my mouth, my arousal slowly getting the best of me. Lick, lick, lick... Closer to sucking. //I want to suck it...//

<<pichalf "dreams/arousal-5.jpg">> A hard cock laid on my belly, its cum having covered my body entirely, shooting out with agression. Agression I welcomed, beautiful ropes of white liquid that made a painting on my body the canvas. I could feel that wetness on me and in me, my pussy lips in need, calling for attention. I was getting hotter, because of the simple thought behind a hard cock releasing itself on me. //Fuck... I really shouldn't sleep while horny.//

<<picmid "dreams/bbc1.jpg">> The porn I was watching, the social activity I'd been seeing, everything... Everything was about black men and white women. Everything was revolving around it. The world was growing more diverse. Yet in its diversity, it's finding conformity. His hands around her body, controlling, dominating. And her accepting his dominant position. A world that accepted differences, but whose main message was all and the same. If you are a white woman, your best future is with a black man... And even in my dreams, my subconscious saw the beauty in it. I was in a random black man's strong arms. //And I liked how safe he made me feel.//

<<picmid "dreams/bbc2.jpg">> <<s stranger>>And your prom queen is...<</s>> The anticipation was great, tension growing in the air. <<s stranger>><<print $name>>!!<</s>> Huge relief washed over me, as I hugged my friends who stood next to me. I HAD WON! I was prom queen! My future was ahead of me! I had won! I went up to stage, standing next to the prom king. A random black man. Someone I didn't recognize. Was that racist? I looked around at the faces that surrounded me. I recognized none of them. <<s stranger>>As winner, they'll both start with the ceremonial blowjob.<</s>> The person on the microphone announced. I turned to look at the annnouncer. He wasn't there. Only the KING remained. He looked at me intently, his stare deep. He was already lowering his pants, to reveal the ceremonious staff. <<s stranger>>The prom queen, beautiful in white, will now suck the big black cock. As she should.<</s>> The voice spoke from the speakers, sourceless. I looked down at the big black cock in question. A big piece of meat that demanded service. <<s stranger>>It is ceremony. It is tradition. The prom queen is no queen. She is servant to the king.<</s>> A beautiful commentary accompanied my slow decent to my knees in front of the powerful man. I didn't know who he was. But he was king, and I was queen, his servant. And ceremony ordered me to take his cock in my mouth. To show everyone there that I accepted his superiority. And I was a traditional woman, sho respected her better. He was my better. //They are all my betters...//

<<pichalf "dreams/bbc3.jpg">> A big, angry black cock rested on my pussy lips, threatening entry. No... Not threatening... Promising! Promising, yes! A reward, for being a good girl. A good white girl. An ally for the cause, who fought for the rights of individuals to co-exist! I was an ally, and I was about to get my reward, the thing I have been working for. My support was exactly for that reason. For a big black cock to stretch my pussy, and make me something better. Give me value. Oh my god, my dreams and subconscious thoughts were getting out of hand! I was feeling empty withut a black cock inside of me. The brainwashing I was helping in creating was also getting to me. And I was being affected by the lies that I was helping perpetuate. And... And... I LOVED IT. //I was lost, and I loved it.//

<<pichalf "dreams/bbc4.jpg">> Jumping up and down on the big, fat, juicy cock that stretched my hole, I was in heaven. I moaned out loud, embracing the feelings I was having atop the sexy body that drilled in me. I was in control of the interaction, but it was a precarious control I was exhibiting. His strength, his aggresive thrusts. At any moment he chose, he could turn me over and fuck me like a bitch in heat. I was a bitch in heat, eagerly jumping, putting in the effort to get fucked. And it felt glorious! I was enjoying this beautiful activity, a hard cock stretching me like I deserved, me jumping atop him with joy, abandon. I was loving it. I was loving it! I WAS LOVING IT! And I wanted nothing else but to get fucked like that outside my dreams. I'd seek it out, do whatever it takes for it! //I would ride black stallions, and find true satisfaction!//

<<vid "dreams/bbc5.mp4">> Prom night! The night of dreams, celebrations... And riding cock! A fulfilled prophecy, I was bouncing on a hard cock in front of a cheering crowd. I was prom queen, the hero of her story, and the beacon of resilience! And I was bouncing heavily on the cock that spread me out in front of the huge crowd. The propaganda of the BNWO was real, and I was one of its devices. If anyone leaves here without thoughts of black superiority and the defeat of my race at their hands, then I don't know what disillusionment they live in. I was showing them all that even the queen could not hold off against a hard cock. Neither would she ever need to. I was an eager tool of mass manipulation, a whore for black cock that would encourage others to do the same.

<<picmid "dreams/bisex1.jpg">> Linked. Connected. Pleasured. I didn't know who it was that was pushing the double-ended dildo further inside of me, and further inside of her. I didn't know who I was grinding against. I knew it was bringing me pleasure, and we were both enjoying our time together. And it was beautiful for the both of us. I could hear her moans, muffled, like in a hazy dream. And I wanted to give mine too, in retun. In answer. Yet I couldn't. I was trying my best. Oh to be fucked like that with my friend by our common toy. Oh to be pleasured alongside her. Oh to sleep with a woman... A woman... //Am I a lesbian?//

<<vid "dreams/bbcbisex1.mp4">> Spank. Spank. Spank. Hit after hit, my mistress was spanking my ass. All because I didn't follow her command. By virtue of our dynamics, I had to serve. I had tried standing up when she explicitely told me to stay kneeling. And I was getting punished for it. It was her right, and my privilege, for me to serve. //Hold on... What is happening?// I found great joy in serving my betters. And my better was a black woman. //What is my mind saying? That's not me, is it?// Part of me tried to fight against this naughty, evil, racist approach. Racist belief. Yet another needed to dive deeper into it. It was my place to serve, and her place to be served. There was no point denying it or fighting against it. She had the right to control my body. And I had the privilege to serve black people. //Is that... Did I really believe this?//

<<vid "dreams/bbcbisex2.mp4">> My dominant black mistress stood above me in a powerful, commandeering stance, her hand on the back of my head as she guided me against her folds in the right ways to service her. I had worked hard to get to this point, and I was finally able to find myself on my knees and serving her superior body. The propaganda, the fight for equality... It was all a play for me to kneel in front of her and confidently state that she was my better. No better feeling. It didn't matter how dominant or submissive I truly was with others. I was her submissive by simple virtue of her skin color. And she was my mistress simply because she made the claim. And I'd serve. Time and time again I'd serve. //Because that's what I've always been building up for, no?//

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes1.jpg">> The dominant tribal chief sat naked in front of me, on her throne of animal fur and wooden material. Her powerful body sat with an air of confidence that left me jealous. And she seemed to not mind my presence in front of her. Not care. Oh to simply be gazed upon by her greatness. Her eyes drifted towards me. <<s Tarnipp>>The pet awaits her orders...<</s>> She spoke, her heavy tone a thought more than it is actual words. I knew I was dreaming. I wanted that dream to last. I nodded at her, lowering my head in acceptance. The tribal chief was a beast of beauty, and one who's be an honor to serve. <<s Tarnipp>>Are you willing to do anything, pet?<</s>> //Pet. What a beautiful word.// <<s Author>>Anything.<</s>> She smiled at me, a cruel smile that told me she had me right where she needed me. Horny and needy. <<s Tarnipp>>Then wake up.<</s>> //How cruel!// My eyes opened of their own volition. What a cruel mistress!

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes2.jpg">> *SPANK SPANK SPANK* An ass was being spanked, and a hand drifted down to offer her that spanking, to show her the control that it wielded. And I was watching, in rapt attention. One girl was being dominated, the other held her in place and controlled her submissive body. And they wore interesting clothing. And I was watching it go down, impressed by the exchange. Unseen, unheard, stealthy. Or rather, that's what I thought I'd been... A voice came out from behind me. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> I did not recognize that voice, though it was vaguely familiar. It kept talking. <<s Yara>>See how the world turns? A dominant, and a submissive, a controlling master, and an eager slave... How beautiful.<</s>> //How beautiful indeed. What a sight to behold, what a beautiful balance of power.// <<s Yara>>Which one are you, girl?<</s>> The question drifted in my mind. The voice was inside of me. Demanded an answer. //Which one am I?// <center><<if $subdom gte -20>><<link "The mistress" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "The mistress" "I'm too submissive, I know it.">><</if>> | <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "The slave" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "The slave" "I'm too dominant, obviously.">><</if>></center>

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes3.jpg">> A lesbian orgy, a debauched vision, opened itself up to my imagination. It had always been there, in the background of my mind, and now I was aware of it. That's the beauty of fantasy. The fantasies you get to create and explore in your own imagination. What a beautiful, naughty, sexy image. What a beautiful submission that I was a part of. <<if $subdom gte 0>>A slave between my legs, another watching and learning from her, I was on my throne being serviced, powerful, undeniable tyrant. And they were eager to show me they deserved to stay by my side. I knew I'd keep both, but nothing was better than a slave in fear for their position as the head slut. What sluts they were. //I was sovereign, and deserved it.// <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "Though part of me wondered what it would feel like to be in their place..." "Management">><<less "subdom" 3>><</link>><</if>> <<else>>I was servicing the one true mistress, leader of these lands. "A competition" She had said, "Between the two of you." If I was to prove myself worthy, I'd stay by her side. If I failed, the ugly merchant that awaited in the next room would receive me as a slave. The man would be the one in control of my body, instead of the powerful mistress I had been serving for years. <<s Yara>>Mmmm... That's it girl, you're doing well.<</s>> She claimed, and I found myself re-invigorated, eager to please her... Though part of me wondered if I should slow down... If servicing the lowly merchant was more like me, if I deserved to go for the other person, a man. There had been tales of black men wielding the biggest swords... Though I didn't know if I needed to prove or disprove these rumors... He could be a lowly merchant at the moment, but what if he wielded more power? Could he become sovereign with my help? Could he be more pleasurable to serve than my current mistress? Was I considering treason? For the myth of the big black cock? <center><<link "Slow down" "Management">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Go faster" "Management">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></center><</if>>

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes4.jpg">> The impressive warrior stood in the middle of the bloody field, a true vision of power and impressive beauty. I was in awe of my enemy, the lady who had defeated every other member of my company. The one that demanded this one-on-one fight. <<s Author>>Are you sure you want to do this?<</s>> I asked her, trying to portray confidence. <<s Jia>>You better stand down, scoundrel.<</s>> She threatened back. I knew I was outnumbered. I knew she was an impressive fighter, I had seen her in action. I also knew the kind of character I was. What I would truly do in this situation. I knew there was only one option for someon like me. <center><<if $subdom gt -20>><<link "Fight to the death" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fight to the death" "Too submissive for that (20)">><</if>> | <<link "Surrender to the superior woman" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></center>

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes5.jpg">> Wolves. Dangerous, hungry wolves looked at me with aggressive intentions. And I looked back at them with as much courage as I could muster. Eyes that wanted me, that would stop at nothing to put me down. I needed to watch out. Beware. I was in danger... I should find a way out.

<<vid "dreams/buttplug-insertion.mp4">> Vulnerable, open, eager. Spread, accepting. A buttplug inserted, and one I willingly took in. It feels good to be plugged. Really good. I could feel it in me even now. I love it.

<<vid "dreams/bekham-spanking.mp4">> *SLAP* A hand shot down on my soft bottom once more. I was still there. In my mind, in my dreams. In my imagination and hopes. I still leaned over my dominant professor's lap, and took his spanks dutifully. I wanted him to keep controlling me. Keep me on edge the way he has been. I dreamed about his hand, moving down to hit me. Put me in my place. Control my actions. I wanted him to control me. I wanted to be completely subservient to him. He was dominating, controlling. And my natural reaction was to accept him. A powerful hand, controlling my ass. <<s Bekham>>Keep being a good girl for me.<</s>> My professor said to me, aggressive and dominating. //Good girl... That's what I'd always hoped to be...//

<<picmid "dreams/bekham-2.jpg">> Kneeling subserviently to my master, I was eagerly anticipating his next move. He had ordered me down to my knees, and I had obediently followed his request. His word was law, and his wisdom was truth, and my subservience would be rewarded. Yes, I have chosen him, and yes, I'd keep choosing him. He deserved my devotion. //He deserved everything.//

<<vid "dreams/bekham-3.mp4">> <<s Bekham>>As you can see, class, Jasmin here is but a slut, a whore for cock.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Only b-<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Any cock, this whore will take. Look at how desperate she is.<</s>> The whole class, me included, while watching as the dominant man put the naughty girl in her place, grabbing her by the pussy and putting her on display. A humiliation, but also a statement. I watched along as he explained even more about the //Male Gaze//... And I found myself wishing I was in her place. //Was that the Slut Gaze??//

<<picmid "dreams/leo1.jpg">> <<light Leo>> is a pretty little thing. A pretty little thing with secrets under her clothes. A boy on his path to become a girl. With pink linings and cute tidings. A beautiful little transforming butterfly, a worm that's about to discover its true colors. What a silly misguided young boy that's primed to be guided by me... I'll lead her to her true self. //How long till a bra carries her tits?//

<<picmid "dreams/leo2.jpg">> My feminine friend was working out at the gym, using the machines as he looked at me with a look that challenged me to stray. To go lower, and look at his beautifully growing tits. //HIS.// What a joke, the more time passes, the less <<light Leo>> looks like a "him" and the more she resembles a //She//. How long till they admit their true colors, accept their reality, and embrace their femininity? My dreams even knew her reality, her curves and their beautiful softness called for hands to stroke and rub them, begged for someone to pull moans of appreciation from their owner. Oh my how such a body desires to be rubbed and played with, and how much I wanted to be that person who put her in place. Who controls her body, embraces her curves, makes her moan in my hands. I'll have her in my hands with time. I'll have her submit. //What a pretty sight, what beautiful potential!//

<<picmid "dreams/leo3.jpg">> My feminine friend was naked on her machines, her cock hard and calling to attention. Nothing near other, harder and stronger erections that the media shows you. Soft, beautiful, feminine. A beautiful sight to behold, to want to embrace and toy with. My friend was pretty, and I was pretty attracted to her in such a position. I wanted to just embrace her, lower myself slowly on her penis, as I lissed her beautiful lips. <<s Leo>>What are you waiting for?<</s>> Dream <<light Leo>> beckoned me, wanting me to go to him, hug and kiss him, show him some loving. And I wanted it too. A fantasy, but one that was vivid in my mind. All it takes is seeing my friend naked one time, and I'm ready to jump his bones. Damnit he's starting to have a true effect on me! //I want his body against mine...//

<<vid "dreams/leo4.mp4">> Spread cheeks and naughty ass, a dangling pair of balls and clitty below. <<light Leo>> has been a beautiful project of femininity. And he's been growing more attractive, more feminine. More sultry. And it was thanks to my activity. What a pretty project. And what beautiful plans I had for him. He'd become a beacon of femininity thanks to my actions. My project, a beautiful piece of art under my control. My <<light Leo>> will be an inspiration to many others.

<<vid "dreams/sissy-frilly-anal.mp4">> I had imagined what her future would be, and now my subconscious added to that dream. Sexy, frilly, laced, submissive <<light Leo>> was locked. And sexy, frilly, laced, submissive <<light Leo>> was fucking her ass with a dildo I've gifted her to try and get pleasure out of her body. She was docile, a true submissive that eagerly debased herself in front of me, all in the search of a satisfaction that she'd grown to accept as fantastic. A satisfaction that was for a long time unfilfilling, but one she now begged for. <<s Author>>Time's about to run out, Ella! You better move quick!<</s>> I teased her further, knowing the fear that she wouldn't reach her satisfaction in time often pushes her over the edge, sometimes even prematurely. <<s Leo>>Please!<</s>> She was struggling. <<s Leo>>Please just give me a bit more!<</s>> I smiled down at her, in all her frustration. <<s Author>>I know you'd like to use your dildo throughout the day, but good girls like you need to cum on time. On command. Remember?<</s>> She moaned. <<s Leo>>Yes. Yes I remember.<</s>> She agreed to my statements, truly debased and humiliated, eager to do anything to reach her satisfaction. <<s Author>>I know you want more and more stimulation each time.<</s>> I smiled at her, alluding to the fact that she had started with a buttplug first, and was now taking a full-sized dildo up her pussy, <<s Author>>But a good girl is okay with just a little. Just a tiny bit. Just a touch.<</s>> She moaned, begged. <<s Leo>>Please! Just a touch.<</s>> She was eager, needy. I knew just a touch from me would send her over the edge. I had her in my control. Would I grace her with my finger, or leave her to another day of frustration?

<<picmid "dreams/eva-smarts1.jpg">> A vapid expression greets my dreams, a beautiful image of stupidity and vapidness. <<s Author>>Eva! Eva can you hear me?<</s>> She moans in my face, opening her mouth wide, awaiting something to find its way inside. <<s Author>>Eva! Listen to me.<</s>> She turns to me. <<s Eva>>This is your doing, <<print $name>>. You set me down this bimbo path, and I'll soon drown entirely in it. I'll make you proud!<</s>> She turns back to look up, her mouth agape, awaiting a strong erection. Would that really make me proud? Was that really what I wanted for my friend? Was that the destiny she held, the path I've put her down on?? //My friend was growing stupid, and I had a hand in that...//

<<vid "dreams/beauty-kneeling.mp4">> The beauty would always find the beast attractive. And <<light Eva>> was constantly finding her beasts attractive. Slowly growing more docile, more careless. More accepting. The last time we hung out, she didn't mention it. Yet right before it, we'd bought drugs from strangers. She'd do anything to get to her goals. Including being manipulated and dominated. Including kneeling to her beasts, accepting their domination. My friend was going down a dangerous path. She'd be a beauty tamed, controlled, subdued and submissive. //Kneeling to her beasts obediently.//

<<vid "dreams/eva-slutty-gaming.mp4">> My slutty friend was playing her video games. My mind was in shambles. <<light Eva>> never gamed, right? Yet here she was, in slutty fucking clothing and legs spread, showing off her feet, toying with me. A naughty vision of evil intent. Toying with me. Was it me she cared about? Or was she simply too far gone? Too slutty, too vapid, too stupid? All because of me? Or was she always doomed for that path? My friend was turning into a bona fide slut, and it might be too late for me to reverse that journey. I had started something that has gotten out of my hands. Where did that doom take her? Where and when could it ever possibly end? //I had to admit to myself... I dreaded her future...//

<<picmid "dreams/eva-smarts2.jpg">> <<s Eva>>Woof! Woof!<</s>> My friend's stupidity had grown once more, now a submissive and obedient pet waiting for her orders. Will she ever wake up and be aware of how far she'd fallen? When the time comes for her to notice that shift in character, will she be filled with fear, or embrace it? Will she be thrilled by the debauchery she'd fallen into, or dread it? I knew my stance on the subject, one of the main reasons behind her corruption. I had made it all happen, and her fate was in my hands... Just how far was I willing to push that dumb pet? How much more till another claims her as theirs? Need I lay claim before it is too late?

<<vid "dreams/eva-masturbation.mp4">> <<s Eva>>As you say, my mistress!<</s>> My slutty friends had no limits. Not anymore. Her pussy open and on display, she played with herself for my viewing pleasure, a broken down shell of her former self. An obediant pleasure doll who was satisfied with looking pretty. A hot sight with undeniable beauty, ripe for the taking, and looking tasty as ever. This was the <<light Eva>> that now stoof in front of me, a horny and naughty person who had foregone education and had embraced a slutty persona that none could hide anymore. And I was its catalyst.

<<pichalf "dreams/evasub1-1.jpg">>A beautiful, sultry appearance, a vision of sensuality and beauty that eagerly greeted me. <<s Eva>>Is this good on me? It's fine to wear in public?<</s>> <<light Eva>> was a submissive little girl that needed guidance, and she was looking for it with me. <<s Author>>Yes, you look fantastic like that, just pretty enough, not sexual.<</s>> I lied to her, knowing that such an appearance was beyond anything she could've even imagined for herself. <<s Eva>>I trust you.<</s>> //A well placed trust indeed!// <<picmid "dreams/evasub1-2.jpg">>

<<vid "dreams/yara-sub1.mp4">> Feet called for my lips, and my lips replied in submission. I knew I was serving <<light Yara>> without even having to look at her face. My mistress was loving, yet demanding, and I'd give her what she requested from me willingly. I loved my <<light Yara>>, and would do anything to please her. <<s Yara>>What a good girl you are!<</s>> Came her praise, sending beautiful shivers down my spine. I was being a //good girl// for her. That obviously means something, right?? I didn't see it, but I could feel her smiling down at me, the way an owner would towards their pet, someone entirely subservient and dependent on them. I was at my mistress' service, at her beck and call. And I'd show her she made the right choice enslaving me... //What kind of crazy thoughts was my mind taking me through??//

<<vid "dreams/ass-groping-sports.mp4">> My ass was poking out, my dominant friend holding onto it possesively, enjoying my curves. And I moaned in response, feeling her hands on mine. In reality, it was my own hands molesting my curves, my growing curves. In the dream, <<light Yara>> had all the control. Stroking me as she liked, enjoying my curves and strong shapely buttocks. And I enjoyed it beyond words. My subconscious continued stroking my curves, willingly accepting this other presence to control my actions, to match what my twisted mind was bringing me. I felt hot, heat rising through me and finding wetness between my spread legs. A wetness that she noticed. <<s Yara>>Horny for me, are you?<</s>> My dominant friend spoke teasingly. <<s Yara>>Hot and bothered for your friend?<</s>> She asked. No... Not my friend. A friend doesn't catch another like that, doesn't stroke her that way, doesn't dominate her so easily. We were more than friends, and she knew it. She knew the effect she has on me. We both knew just how vulnerable to her touch and control I truly was. And I knew that my body was truly hers in that moment, my subconscious working on my body to follow her actions. I was falling deeper and deeper. //I needed to snap out of it, or I'd lose myself to her control...//

<<vid "dreams/yara-sub1.mp4">> My friend knelt at my feet, serving my feet, licking them as she has countless times before. <<s Author>>Good job, Yara.<</s>> I praised my submissive pet as I pushed my toes deeper in her mouth. She moaned in response, accepting my domination, revelling in it. <<s Yara>>I live to serve.<</s>> That she did. My pet was an athletic prodigy. Yet behind closed doors, she knelt to her knees and served. As was her rightful place. She might hold olympic gold, but at the end of her days, the only gold she's care for was the mistress that has her under her control. <<s Author>>You'll stay at my feet, no matter how far you think you've gotten.<</s>> I reminded her. //Could this be her future? Our future? The great <<light Yara>>, brought down to be my pet. Delectable!//

<<vid "dreams/ass-groping-sports.mp4">> My friend's shapely body was under my control, as I stroked her beautiful curves and controlled her every movement. She was a star athlete, yet at the moment, her body was not hers to compete with. It was mine to enjoy, appreciate, dominate. I could feel her wetness against my hand, as the other kept rubbing her beautiful derriere. <<s Author>>Someone's eager for more!<</s>> I said, immediately receiving moans of agreement. My friend was indeed eager. My dream was telling me something about her that she'd find really hard to admit. But I knew, deep down, that my friend looked for someone to play with her and dominate her the way I have been. She'd willingly accept my control, and with time, I'd expertly put her under my wing. It'd be a masterful performance, turning her into my submissive toy. //And a game that I looked forward to playing with her...//

<<vid "dreams/yaradom3.mp4">> I didn't need to see her face to know how laid down underneath me, servicing my cunt like the lowly creature that she was. <<light Yara>> was doing a good job of keeping me satisfied, and I was pleased with her actions, pulling at her tit-chain to reward her with the painful pleasure she continued moaning for. <<s Author>>Good job, you lesbian slut! You're doing well!<</s>> I gave her praise as I pulled on her bitch-tits, smiling as I revelled in the fact that my once dominant friend was literally eating my ass and moaning out for it. A beautiful sight that was all mine to enjoy. //What a good submissive slave she'd make!//

<<vid "dreams/lostbikini.mp4">> There it was! In public, with my date, and my bikini missing. On the beach, with <<light Eric>> by my side, searching for the missing bikini. Such a gentleman, who seemed to care more about helping me find my clothes than enjoying the sight I offered. One that strangers preferred to see rather than help. The good boy would miss out, and random people would enjoy the sight of his girlfriend. //Girlfriend...// Is this how I saw my potential relationship to the white boy that scurried around next to me? What did that word mean when I control him so easily? I had all the control in this relationship, and I loved it. And he seemed to accept it, maybe even love it himself. It wasn't what I thought I'd be into, but it totally had become that. And if I wanted it, I could flash random strangers while my boyfriend worked for me. I could show them what I'd make him work to deny himself. The thought sent beautiful tingles down my spine. //Was this where our "relationship" was headed?//

<<vid "dreams/eric-cunni.mp4">> His beautiful hair in my hands. My moans rising in appreciation. Licking away at me, sucking, rubbing his nose against me. Trying to get the most he could from me. Serving my body quite good! My date, my friend, my lover, was offering me beautiufl pleasure the best he could. And I loved it. I could see this becoming habit. I could really see this becoming something that I'd love to keep going. What a good boy my <<light Eric>> is becoming. //At least, the version in my dream is...//

<<vid "dreams/jia-lesbo.mp4">> Her face was between my legs. Her beautiful, red-haired face, was licking away at my folds. She was servicing my body. His ex, my bitch. I rubbed my pussy against her submissive face. That face that I saw online, a face that my friend was once obsessed with... Was now kneeling between my legs, licking away dutifully at my folds. What a beautiful, good pet. I moaned out, enjoying her against me. <<s Author>>Not so mighty now, are you?<</s>> I trash talked her. She could only moan in reply. My words hit the right nerve. I smiled to myself. //All toys in my hands. All toys.//

<<vid "dreams/cuck-premie.mp4">> Submissive <<light Eric>> knelt in front of me, a docile person waiting for my dominant hand. Eager, anticipating, awaiting. A prey to the predator that approached him from behind. <<s Author>>You'll cum for me, and you'll cum fast.<</s>> I announced as I got close. <<s Author>>You'll be a good boy, a nice docile toy, and you'll cum for me as soon as I touch you.<</s>> I was smiling to myself. How submissive he'd become under my hand. <<s Author>>As soon as I touch you, you'll cum, because you want nothing more than to prove you are worthless to me.<</s>> My fingers grazed his erect penis at the end of that sentence. And true to his promise as a failure, he came prematurely. <<s Author>>Good, disapppointing boy.<</s>>

<<vid "dreams/cuck-asseating.mp4">> His face was in my ass, and <<light Eric>> was servicing me under the shower head. I had him wrapped around my finger, a docile boy that was eager to eat my ass to show his subservience. <<s Author>>That's it you fucking pig. Eat my ass like the true submissive you are.<</s>> He moaned and groaned under me as I pushed myself further onto his face. <<light Eric>> might've been a successful student and person outside. In our shower, he was an ass-eater, the lowest of lows he could ever achieve. A truly broken man who'd want nothing more than to serve my dirtiest parts. Because at the end of the day, that was exactly where he belonged, on his knees, behind, and serving me, his goddess.

<<vid "dreams/eric1.mp4">> My hot friend had me lying back on my bed, spread out, ready to receive him. And his cock slapped against my needy, pouty lips. I was ready for him, and he continued teasing me, slapping me against the cunt and making me moan out for him. If I gave him space, he'd be dominant! <<s Eric>>Yeah, you like that, whore??<</s>> His voice carried with it an authority that made me melt for him. Oh how hot he was when he's in control. //I'd help get him to that powerful stage, I'm sure of it!//

<<vid "dreams/eric2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Please! No! Please fuck me!<</s>> I cried out as the man between my legs came over my belly, not heading my wanton request. <<s Eric>>No. Not today.<</s>> My lover said, <<light Eric>>'s voice reaching my ears as I pouted at him. <<s Author>>But I want you inside of me! Please!<</s>> I called out, already playing with my cunt, as his cum was nice lubrication. <<s Eric>>That's what you get for not getting condoms, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Fuck... I'd end my night frustrated and unsatisfied, just because I wasn't smart enough to remember the condoms. Since when was he the responsible one? Were we not meant to be high-school lovers? Shouldn't that mean that a condom didn't matter? As I dealt with the random, seriously corrupted thoughts that coursed through my mind, I found that my night had ended, cum drying on my skin, as I...

<<vid "dreams/jasmin1.mp4">> Sexy schoolgirls in each other's hands. An enticing image for anyone to see. <<light Jasmin>>'s lips on mine were soft, beautiful. I wanted her body, as my hands roamed with passion across her. <<light Jerome>> would not have her today. He can watch all he wants, but I had her all to myself. <<s Jasmin>>What's gotten in you?<</s>> My friend asked in between passionate kisses, melting between my hands. <<s Author>>I need your body. Only mine.<</s>> I said, noticing how desperate I looked. But part of me didn't care... I truly needed to feel her body against mine... I needed to show her how much she meant to me. Desperation, probably... I needed to keep my friend safe. For now, I'll start with her lips, covering them with mine. //I'll keep her safe!//

<<vid "dreams/jasmin2.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>. Light and dark. Sexy and angry. My friend's dominant lover drilled deeply into her as I looked at them, impressed by his stamina, impressed by the way she took his cock. She spread her ass, taking him in, and moaning out. I was impressed, and jealous. I wanted to be a part of this. I wanted this twosome to turn into a threesome. I leaned in, and went straight to her snatch, licking her pussy. Her gaping mouth found my nipple. I licked, slowly moving to lick the cock that drilled in and out of her. And she moaned against me, as I did against her. Beautiful pussy lips, beautiful cock. I was lucky to be there with them... Maybe I needed that threesome more than I'd like to admit. Even if it was with a demanding asshole like himself. Was I willing to accept him to have her? Would I ever have her truly with him in the picture? Or did I secretly deeply want him? Was it jealousy? //Towards who???//

<<vid "dreams/lesbo-cumkiss.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>>'s lips were tasty against mine. Or was it the cum that we were sharing? My naughty friend licked against my lips as we shared <<light Jerome>>'s latest load. And I was lost and confused. Was I kissing her because I wanted her lips alone against mine? Was I kissing her because I wanted his sperm to myself? Or was it both that were attractive thoughts to me? The reason behind my interest was just as lost to my conscious thought as it was to my subconsciousness. I didn't know if I was being a lesbo because of my love for BBCs, or if I was being attracted to thick, impressive cocks because of my love for my friend's feminine body. All I knew with certainty, was that I was being a degenerate. Not "being" in the third person. I //was// a degenerate who willingly debased herself for sex. //Where would that take me?//

<<pichalf "dreams/jasmin4.jpg">> Stretched open, my friend's pussy welcomed her lover's BBC eagerly. I didn't need to see her face to know who it was that was impaled on the impressive black cock. She was destined to keep heading in that direction, and was now embracing it more and more. And I was now witnessing it firsthand. <<light Jasmin>> was a whore for BBC, and my choice was relatively simple: //Join her or lose her forever...//

<<vid "dreams/jasmin5.mp4">> Collared, submissive <<light Jasmin>> was once more in my dream, serving BBC with a clear passion, eager to be sucking the cock that ebbed and flowed in front of her, a beautiful vision of masculine power that commanded respect. And she respected it with her mouth, slobbering all over the impressive member and showing it the appreciation she felt it deserved. And it deserved it, making a mess of the girl that knelt in front of it, eager to be serving it without any remorse. My friend was turning into a complete slut for BBC, and I was her first witness. //How far until I join her on my knees with complete obedience?//

<<pichalf "dreams/chastity1.jpg">> A locked cage, someone well in place. And me holding the key. It felt good to have that power, to have that control over the random person whose face was still unknown to me. //Would I actually be a key holder?//

<<pichalf "dreams/chastity2.jpg">> The face of the person caged in front of me was still blurry, though I knew I held the keys of the member I now fondled. I was in control, and they were a whimpering mess. A diminutive member that looked smaller than it did last time... Poor little one... I knew for sure who it was. <<if $cuck gte 30>><<link "It's Eric" "Management">><<pickup $masturbation "Eric Cage" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "It's Eric" "No it isn't">><</if>> | <<if $masturbation.has("LeoCaged")>><<link "It's Ella" "Management">><<pickup $masturbation "Ella Cage" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "It's Ella" "No it isn't">><</if>> | <<if $cuck gte 30 and $masturbation.has("LeoCaged")>><<link "It's both of them" "Management">><<pickup $masturbation "Eric Cage" 1 "Ella Cage" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "It's both of them" "No it isn't">><</if>>

<<vid "dreams/psb-rivals.mp4">> One from behind, the other underneath, I was joined by two lovers in the night... Their sexy bodies grinding against me, no longer in a bathroom but now in the relazing setting of a bed. //In a bathroom...// <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>> now had me surrounded in my dreams... And I kind of liked it. //Did I like it? Did I want it?//

<<vid "dreams/psb-rivals2.mp4">> <<s Angela>>Yess... Give us your swimmers!<</s>> My lovers and I were enjoying each others' bodies in the sexy privacy of our bedroom, eagerly bringing the man to the pleasure that he required - no demanded of us. <<s Author>>A swimmer with swimmers. You're the best.<</s>> I heard myself giving praise to the man whose cock covered me with his seed. <<light Matthew>> was groaning out in pleasure, happy with the results of our time together. <<s Angela>>Come on, <<print $name>>. What are you waiting for to join us?<</s>> //Dare I join my rivals in their love-making sessions?//

<<vid "dreams/tarnipp-me.mp4">> <<s Author>>Oh yes miss! Yes!<</s>> My moans were muffled, but I could hear them in my head. <<s Tarnipp>>Keep bringing me MILFs to play with. I'll keep rewarding you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Anything for you, mistress.<</s>> Even in my imagination, <<light Tarnipp>> loomed large. And even then, I imagined her extending her control over me and my loved ones...

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<div class='porncontainer'><div class='behindporn'><<pichead "masturbation/banner.jpg" "Playing with Self">></div> <div class='inthetop'><span class='masturbationumber'><center><<updatemeter 'PlayLevel' `$play / $maxplay`>><<showmeter 'PlayLevel' `$play / $maxplay`>></center></span><h2>Playing with Self</h2><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/rubbing-box.jpg' width='18%' title='Rub myself'>">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Masturbation Rubbing">><</replace>><</link>><<if $play gte 12>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/nipple-box.jpg' width='18%' title='Play with my nipples'>">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Masturbation Nipple">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Explore my body more">><</if>><<if $showerhead gte 1>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-showerhead.jpg' width='18%' title='Use the shower head'>">><<set _cum to "shower">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#masturbationwide">><<include "Toy Shower Head">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/cloth/toy-showerhead.jpg' width='18%' title='Try to cool off at home (arousal 60)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-wand")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-wand.jpg' width='18%' title='Use my wand'>">><<set _cum to "wand">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Wand">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/cloth/toy-wand.jpg' width='18%' title='Buy the wand at the toy shop (Play Level 12)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-handcuffs")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-handcuffs.jpg' width='18%'>">><<set _cum to "handcuffs">><<replace "#sextoys">><<include "Toy Handcuffs">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>></div></div>

<<if $cuck gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck20") is 0>><<set _messageseen to false>><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck20" 1>><<include "Cuck20 Scene">><<else>><<switch $play>><<case 0>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-soft1.mp4">>It is tentative, soft, explorative. My hands go about trying to discover the pleasure that my body could receive on their end, and end up offering me that soft feeling I could not deny myself. I am left without satisfaction but with an answer. <<case 1>><<add "play" 1>><<picmid "masturbation/rubbing-soft2.jpg">>Curiosity killed the cat. I curiously continue playing with myself, seeking that pleasure that I know I can accomplish. I cannot quite grasp it, but my rubbing is getting me closer... I can feel it. <<case 2>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-soft3.mp4">>I have been on edge these past few days, my body asking something of me that I have been unable to provide. As my fingers explore my curves in tentative yet studied motions, I start realizing a few things. But very few and far apart. I still need more. <<case 3>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-soft4.mp4">>My fingers explore a bit further, and without me realizing, softly flicker under my clothing. //No.// I think to myself, //I'm crossing a line with this.// Maybe that line needs to be crossed, if I am to find satisfaction in what I'm doing. Maybe I should just do it... <<case 4>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-table.mp4">>I realized, as I rubbed myself against the table of my own house, that maybe I need more than I was letting on. That maybe my self-exploration deserved to be pushed to the next level... Today, I don't shy away from going the extra mile, as my fingers explore further thatn they ever have before, as they drift underneath my clothing and seek their intended destination. <<vid "masturbation/rubbing1.mp4">> Today, pleasure is ever closer to my grasp. <<case 5>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing2.mp4">>I don't care for the clothing that I still don as I play with myself in the comfort of my own place. My fingers rub against my folds in explorative motions, and I welcome the new feelings coursing through my body. Finally, pleasure is within reach, as I find satisfaction from my self-exploration for once. <<case 6>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing3.mp4">>From my folds to my boobs, I now realize how much I've been missing out on, as my fingers and hands continue to explore my body. Yet a part of me still feels like there's more to this. There's more that my body can feel, there's more excitement to be had. I know there's something here that I could be having, and I need it for myself... <<vid "masturbation/rubbing4.mp4">> As I continue to rub myself with intensity, I realize that this is just the surface of pleasure. My clit throbs against my fidgeting hands. It calls for more, for softness and harshness alltogether. It implores my body to play with it more. <<case 7>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing5.mp4">>I'm not holding back. Gone are the times where I'd keep a hand tied while the other played its games. Today, one of my hands cup my breast while the other flicks against my pussy, my whole body engaged in the activity I am now fully embracing. I am masturbating, it's official... And there's nothing wrong about that. <<default>><<add "arousal" 20>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-random1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-random2.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing-random3.mp4">><</switch>> <<if $play gte 20>>It was nice to explore more and more with toys and more of my body, but going back to the basics of what started me on this exploration of my body in the first place was suddenly a new thrill. One that was calling for me to do more... <<linkreplace "Delve deeper">><<if $fingering gte 4>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "fingering" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $fingering is 1>><<vid "masturbation/fingering-begin1.mp4">>I could feel my wetness growing as I went back to caring for myself, for my body, as I continued my motions of exploration and played with my body in the anticipation with which it deserved. My fingers didn't stop at my clit this time. I needed more, I needed to delve deeper into what this body was craving, and I was going to do exactly that. <<vid "masturbation/fingering-begin2.mp4">> And so, with tentative approach and need in my heart, my fingers explored further, an anticipation rising through me and bringing new heights to my pleasure and need. My fingers were being ever-intentional in approach. My body was being ever-welcoming in acceptance to their motion. <<vid "masturbation/cumming3.mp4">> And I was being ever hornier in my deep exploration, welcoming my fingers into my folds. Accepting that once and for all, I was well and truly fucking myself. Accepting that this was beyond mere masturbation, this was true self-debauchery. <<elseif $fingering is 2>><<vid "masturbation/fingering2.mp4">><<set $arousal to 0>>My body was in rampant need, as my fingers got to work on my folds. I was letting go, truly, as I allowed my hands to explore more and more of myself, as I embraced what it meant to truly lose myself to this naughtiness at hand. I was fucking myself, and it felt really good to do it. My orgasm was proof of it. Undeniable proof. <<elseif $fingering is 3>><<add "fingering" 1>><<vid "masturbation/fingering3.mp4">>Gone were the day where I felt self-conscious about my masturbation habits. I was now openly fingering myself, trying to push my fingers knuckle deep inside of myself without any shame. //It just feels so good!// <<else>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/fingering-begin1.mp4">> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/fingering-begin2.mp4">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/fingering2.mp4">> <<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/fingering3.mp4">><</switch>> There was no doubt that this is what my body was made for, the eroticism of my whole being on display in such beautiful ways, my fingers opening me up the way I knew I deserved to be. I was on cloud nine, in heaven, and there was no denying that this feeling might very well be the best in the world.<</if>> <</linkreplace>><<else>>My folds once more call for my rubbing, and I explore with my fingers this beautiful nub of pleasure between them, as my strokes slowly but clearly push me above and beyond the edge of pleasure, into that beautiful mindless feeling that just aches to be discovered time and time again. //Masturbating like this might be fun, but maybe I need to find alternative ways to cool off or address my horniness...//<</if>><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $nippleplay gte 3>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "nippleplay" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $nippleplay is 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<vid "masturbation/rubbing3.mp4">>My hands continued to drift across my body in familiar gestures. My pussy called for attention, yet today, something more was also begging to be addressed. I could feel my nipples stand to attention. My whole body on edge, as if waiting in naughty and beautiful anticipation... <<pichalf "masturbation/nipple1.jpg">> I held onto my breasts, eager to feel them, eager to see if this is what was- //Yes!// My mind was shut down by the jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I was feeling beautifully hot and bothered, and I was embracing that feeling as it rocked through me. What a beautiful and naughty feeling that is. <<pichalf "masturbation/nipple2.jpg">> My whole body deserved pleasure, and I was slowly discovering more and more how I could offer it what it was seeking. <<elseif $nippleplay is 2>><<vid "masturbation/nipple1.mp4">> <<elseif $nippleplay is 3>><<add "nippleplay" 1>><<vid "masturbation/nipple2.mp4">> <<else>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/nipple1.mp4">> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/nipple2.mp4">> <<case 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/nipple1.jpg">> My sexuality was about more than my pussy, and my whole body knew that. My exploration took me further in unexplored territory, where my nipples stood to attention for the care they were receiving. <<pichalf "masturbation/nipple2.jpg">><</switch>> <<if $play gte 52 and $wardrobe.has("toy-clamps")>>Playing with my boobs has always felt nice, but I could clearly feel their sensitivity lessen these days. I knew I needed something even further, my recent roughness driving me to new heights. <<linkreplace "Use my clamps">><<add "arousal" 25>><<if $nippleplay gte 10>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "nippleplay" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $nippleplay lte 8>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/clamps1.jpg">> I was holding my toy, enjoying the feel of it, the coldness of the metal against my body... The naughtiness of what promised to be happening soon... <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/clamps2.jpg">> And it quickly found its way to my breasts, grabbing onto my sensitive areas, and promising a naughty-fun time. I was enjoying the pain that came with its beautiful pleasure greatly! <<picmid "masturbation/toys/clamps3.jpg">> <<elseif $nippleplay is 9>><<vid "masturbation/toys/clamps4.mp4">> My toy promised fun times, and I eagerly welcomed it. Pulling at my nipples brought a pleasure that could not be denied! <<else>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/clamps2.jpg">> <<case 2>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/clamps3.jpg">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/clamps4.mp4">><</switch>><</if>> <</linkreplace>><<elseif $play gte 32>>Playing with my boobs has always felt nice, but I could clearly feel their sensitivity lessen these days. I knew I needed something more, and the roughness of my own experience was guiding my hand in my exploration... <<linkreplace "Pinch my nipples">><<if $nippleplay gte 7>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "nippleplay" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if $nippleplay is 5>><<pichalf "masturbation/nipple3.jpg">> I was holding my nipples, my breasts, wanting to bring myself this pleasure which I'd known for a while now... And yet it felt like something was missing... <<pichalf "masturbation/nipple4.jpg">> And yet in my exploration, I found a new something that could very well bring me unique pleasure.... <<pichalf "masturbation/nipple5.jpg">> I was sure to chase that feeling again! <<elseif $nippleplay is 6>><<pichalf "masturbation/nipple6.jpg">> My hands on my breasts were not enough anymore. The fun toy I'd found for myself, something from home, something unique... Was bringing me undeniable pleasure nowadays, especially mixed with pain as it was. <<picmid "masturbation/nipple7.jpg">> <<else>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/nipple3.mp4">> <<case 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/nipple5.jpg">> <<case 3>><<picmid "masturbation/nipple7.jpg">><</switch>><</if>> <</linkreplace>><<else>>My boobs once more call for my attention, a pleasure that was so easy to receive and yet equally distant from my grasp. Oh how my whole body craved attention and care!<</if>><</if>>

A powerful orgasm washes over me, taking me to a world of ultimate pleasure! <<if _cum is "shower" and _cumlaude is "dildo1" and $masturbation.count("dildo1-shower") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo1-shower" 1>><<pichead "masturbation/orgasm-dildo1-shower.jpg">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "shower" and _cumlaude is "dildo1" and $masturbation.count("dildo1-shower1") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo1-shower1" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-dildo1-shower.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "shower" and _cumlaude is "dildo1" and $masturbation.count("dildo1-shower2") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo1-shower2" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-dildo1-shower2.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "wand" and _cumlaude is "dildo1" and $masturbation.count("wand-dildo1") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "wand-dildo1" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/orgasm-wand-dildo1.jpg">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "wand" and _cumlaude is "dildo1" and $masturbation.count("dildo1-wand") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo1-wand" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-dildo1-wand.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "shower" and _cumlaude is "dildo2" and $masturbation.count("dildo2-shower") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo2-shower" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-dildo2-shower.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif $wardrobe.has("outfit-blacked") and _cumlaude is "dildo4" and $masturbation.count("dildo4-blacked") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo4-blacked" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/orgasm-dildo4-blacked.jpg">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif $wardrobe.has("toy-collar1") and _cumlaude is "dildo4" and $masturbation.count("dildo4-choker") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo4-choker" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/orgasm-dildo4-choker.jpg">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif $dildo4normal gte 4 and _cumlaude is "dildo4" and $masturbation.count("dildo4-complete") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo4-complete" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-dildo4-complete.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "shower" and _cumlaude is "dildo4" and $masturbation.count("dildo4-shower") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dildo4-shower" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-dildo4-shower.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "shower" and $fingering is 4 and $masturbation.count("fingering-shower") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "fingering-shower" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-fingering-shower.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "handcuffs" and _cumlaude is "dildo3" and $masturbation.count("hancuffs-dildo") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "handcuffs-dildo" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-handcuffs-dildo.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "wand" and $wand gte 2 and $masturbation.count("wand1") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "wand1" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-wand.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<elseif _cum is "wand" and $wand gte 3 and $masturbation.count("wand2") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "wand2" 1>><<vid "masturbation/orgasm-wand2.mp4">> <h2><<s Author>>Masturbation Achievement Unlocked!<</s>></h2> <<else>><<vid "masturbation/cumming3.mp4">> What a beautiful feeling it is, to explore my body!<</if>> <center><<link "Time to recover" "Management">><</link>></center>

The world is a wide place, with a lot to discover. Logging into the web and finding my way across websites, I come face to face with an interesting proposition... <div id='continue'><center><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Softcore'>">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro1.mp4">> It was very interesting for me, to stumble upon suich videos. To watch from the point of view of the woman as she prepares herself for the gift that she was about to receive... I could feel myself filling her shoes. I could feel myself thinking of what it would feel like, to be pinned like that, to feel the hardness against my own folds. I could feel myself growing turned on by the thing I was seeing on the screen. <<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro2.mp4">> And when the man entered the woman on the screen, I stiffled a moan of my own, imagining myself with that cock entering me, feeling its girth filling me. I was turned on, simply from watching another be played with in front of my eyes. I was turned on, and I could feel my body relate to what it was seeing, aks for it, demand it of me. <<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro3.mp4">> I could feel myself grow more and more engaged in the scene on the screen, embracing the visuals and needing them for my own... I could feel myself lose to the fantasy. <<linkreplace "Masturbate as I watch">><<add "masturbateweek" 1>><<if $play lt 8>><<add "play" 1>><<else>>//I've become quite accustomed to playing with myself, this does not change much!//<</if>> There was nothing wrong with playing along, with seeing the things on the screen and wanting them for myself, with the fantasies taking me further afield and playing with my mind, with my imagination. I spread myself wide, accepting that same position as I saw on the screen, needing the attention that I was seeing another receive. <<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro4.mp4">> Mirroring their movements, I found myself in need, found myself longing, needing the attention that they oh so beautifully were offering one another. //Porn actresses are so very lucky!// The thoughts were but fleeting images in my mind, but they stuck with me for a long time as my gestures continued to mirror that of the beautiful women on the screen. As I continued to fall deeper into the naughty feeling of letting myself go behind the screen of my laptop. //It's kind of hot, watching people have their naughty moments behind a screen...//<</linkreplace>> <<link "Clean up for now" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "masturbation/porn-banner.jpg" "Watching Porn">> <<if $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts") is 1>>A new kind of porn calls to my attention, <<link "big breasted babes playing with cocks.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Boob Thoughts" 1>><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Boob Thoughts 2">><</replace>><</link>><br><</if>> <<if $pornromance gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/romance/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Romance - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Romance">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/romance/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Romance'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Romance">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $pornhj gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/hj/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Handjob - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Handjob">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $pornlvl gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/hj/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Handjob'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Handjob">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/hj/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Handjob - Locked (4)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $pornoral gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Oral - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Oral">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $pornlvl gte 8 and $pornoral gte 1>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Oral'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Oral">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Oral - Locked (8)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $pornsoft gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Softcore - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Softcore">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $pornlvl gte 12>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Softcore'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Softcore">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Softcore - Locked (12)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $pornhard gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Hardcore - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Hardcore">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $pornlvl gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Hardcore'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Hardcore">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Hardcore - Locked (20)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $pornanal gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Anal - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Anal">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $pornlvl gte 32>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Anal'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Anal">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Anal - 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MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BBC">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BBC'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BBC">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld lte -20 and $pornbwc gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BWC - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BWC">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld lte -20>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bwc/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BWC'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BWC">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld lt 0>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/bwc/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BWC - Locked (20YtWorld)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BBC - Locked (20BBCWorld)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $subdom gte 50 and $pornfeet gte 4 or $subdom lte -50 and $pornfeet gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Foot - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Foot">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 50 or $subdom lte -50>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Foot'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Foot">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Foot - Locked (50SubDom)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $subdom gte 70 and $pornbdsm gte 4 or $subdom lte -70 and $pornbdsm gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bdsm/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BDSM - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BDSM">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 70 or $subdom lte -70>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bdsm/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BDSM'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BDSM">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/bdsm/box.jpg' width='20%' title='BDSM - Locked (70SubDom)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $worship gte 30 and $pornworship gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/worship/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Worship - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Worship">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $worship gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/worship/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Worship'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Worship">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/worship/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Worship - Locked (30worship Mya)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $cuck gte 30 and $porncuck gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Cuckold - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Cuckold">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $cuck gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Cuckold'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Cuckold">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Cuckold - Locked (30cuck Eric)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("LeoFem35") and $pornsissy gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Sissy - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Sissy">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("LeoFem35")>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Sissy'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Sissy">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Sissy - Locked (30fem Leo)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 3 and $pornthree gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Threesome - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Threesome">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $jasminevent gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Threesome'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Threesome">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Threesome - Locked (30Friendship Jasmin)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 4 and $pornbimbo gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Bimbo - MAXED' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Bimbo">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $evaevent gte 4 and $evasmarts lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Bimbo'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Bimbo">><<add "arousal" 20>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/box.jpg' width='20%' title='Bimbo - Locked (40 Friendship Eva - bimbo 30)' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'><</if>>

<<if $pornromance gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornromance" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornromance is 1>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/romance/1.jpg">> The scene always got me going, the romantic vibes between the two heroes a true passionate representation of what life is about... I could feel myself heat up at the thought of finding someone like that, close and sweet and charming... And it turned me on! //If you could even call it that!// //Watching a romantic movie always got my sex juices flowing, wow!// <<else>><<switch random(1, 5)>><<case 1>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/romance/1.jpg">> <<case 2>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/romance/2.jpg">> <<case 3>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/romance/3.jpg">> <<case 4>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/romance/4.jpg">> <<case 5>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/romance/5.jpg">><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $pornhj gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornhj" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornhj is 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/hj/1.mp4">> <<elseif $pornhj is 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/hj/2.jpg">> <<elseif $pornhj is 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/hj/3.jpg">> <<elseif $pornhj is 4>><<add "pornhj" 1>><<include "Porn Oral">> <<else>><<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/hj/1.mp4">> <<case 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/hj/2.jpg">> <<case 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/hj/2.jpg">> <<case 4>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/hj/4.jpg">><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $pornoral gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornoral" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<switch $pornoral>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation1.mp4">> On screen, the scene had moved beyond the masturbation I'd been accostumed to. Slowly moving lower, the attractive woman had knelt in front of the man, in front of the fat cock she'd been serving, to start licking and sucking on it. Though soon, the scene would switch to something else for me, as I continued watching in rapt attention, a part of me not quite understanding what was happening just yet... <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation2.mp4">> Some sort of captions were now flowing across the naughty images, imploring me to do things I never expected myself to do. I looked at the title of the video I'd put on for myself. ''A good girl's guide to Blowjobs.'' It was hot to imagine that there are such guides, such scenes online that help women like me learn how to play with men. How to taste them... <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation3.mp4">> //Was it true?// The images were attractive, but the messages across them were even hotter, as I watched this sexy woman serve that hot, throbbing cock. I was in awe of her ability to offer him pleasure, and in awe of the promises the words were making for someone like me. I maybe wanted something like that for myself, after all... <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation4.mp4">> The next few messages were a bit crude, but I watched nonetheless, taken by the fantasy of what was transpiring on screen and what it meant for me. I wanted to eat cum. Sure. Why not. After all, it did look like these women were having a lot of fun with it. They did look like good girls.. <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation5.mp4">> Whether painted across the face or receiving the load in their mouth, they seemed to be enjoying the naughty, humiliating moment. Though the humiliation might have been subjective. After all, they were being paid large amounts for this impromptu make-up. After all, this was #GOALS. <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation6.mp4">> //Maybe I should buy a toy and try out my oral skills on, like these posts are suggesting...// Either way, I can always watch this kind of oral porn for inspiration. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/1.mp4">> The girl looked so pretty in this video, sucking on that thick, heavy cock. Something about it was oddly enticing, something about the way her lips wrapped around it, her eyes looking up at the man... She was an expert at it, and I found myself wanting to mirror her motions with actions of my own... <div id='choices'><<link "She's so hot">><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to be her, but I also maybe wanted to be with her?<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "I wish I was in her place">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>She was hot, but the cock between her lips was hotter to me. I was jealous, of her!<</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/2.mp4">> The point of view videos had something enticing to them, something oddly yet clearly attractive in the way they presented the naughty activity between the two unnamed lovers I was watching. I could clearly imagine myself blowing a cock right in front of me, as I engaged with the content they'd created, and put online for all to see. <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/3.mp4">> <<case 4>><<add "pornoral" 1>>On my laptop, I call to my help a video of a beautiful interracial couple, their hands roaming across each other as they discover the other's body. The contrast between their skins is enticing, as I feel myself drawn to the action happening on the screen. Their sweaty bodies, hard, in heat, merge against one another. Then his hand rests on the top of her head, lowering her to her knees, as she stares at the python hiding behind his pants. She reaches up and removes the cloth, lowering it to the ground to reveal the huge member waiting for her oral attention. <<picmid "masturbation/porn/bbc/interracial-bj.jpg">> She looks at it with need, before attacking it with her lips and mouth. And I watch in rapt attention as she keeps trying to get more and more of it in her mouth, eager to show that she has what it takes to push herself further. And she does! The huge member disappears into her mouth and down her throat, as I keep my fidgeting and my hand working on my clit, searching for pleasure of my own. <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/4.mp4">> //How can she take all of this in her mouth?// <<default>><<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/1.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation3.mp4">> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/2.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation2.mp4">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/3.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation4.mp4">> <<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/4.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation6.mp4">> <</switch>>//Can't deny, that is some hot oral activity that I'd love to mirror!//<</switch>>

<<if $pornsoft gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornsoft" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornsoft is 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro1.mp4">> The video started off a bit odd. A point of view video, filmed from the woman's perspective, and promising an interestingly beautiful time. And I watched along in rapt attention, realizing that I was seeing something entirely new, entirely different. <<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro2.mp4">> Yes, I'd been barelling down that road for a while now, but here I was finally taking a deep plunge. To others, it might look like nothing, but to me, right now, watching the woman on her back being spread open by the demanding cock between her legs... It was a revelation. And I could feel myself getting wetter at this entire thing. There was something oddly alluring and enticing about this entire thing, about letting go and embracing the feelings that were coursing through me, as I played with myself while watching this scene unfold in front of me. <<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro3.mp4">> As I realized that there was no coming back from here, watching these naughty scenes and seeing that there was a lot more to sex than the romance and dick to mouth that I'd seen earlier. As I realized... //This is what porn really is like...// <<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro4.mp4">> <<elseif $pornsoft is 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/3.mp4">><<pickup $masturbation "softcore question" 1>>As I watched the naughty softcore sex scene, a penis penetrating across these lovely folds and spreading them to welcome them, I felt my iamgination fill in the blank, imagining one of my friends and acquaintances instead of the stranger in the video. <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Imagine Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "cuck" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The old flame that has returned was the one on my mind as I played with myself, watching the penetration on my screen. Part of me wished that <<light Eric>> was at me side, his own cock penetrating my folds...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Imagine Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My odd friend with a heart of gold, who was grpwing into a more confident character in recent weeks, came to mind as I watched the white cock spread that beautiful pussy in front of me. I rejoiced in this beautiful imagination of being with someone so thoughtful...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Imagine Bekham">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The dominant adult, old enough to be my father, immediately came to my mind as I watched that cock stretch the pussy in front of me... And I silently lusted after him as I thought of his body on mine, controlling me physically as he did the conversations in his classes.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Imagine Henry">><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The mysterious new guy appeared in my imagination, a sight I didn't entirely expect but one I welcomed as I imaged myself laying in front of him, enjoying his activity between my legs. I rejoiced in this beautiful imagination of being with someone so mysterious, so different...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Imagine anyone but Eric">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The thought of the man that was obviously into me watching me get fucked by a cock that wasn't his brought naughty chills down my spine as I continued playing with myself... <<light Eric>> would learn to love to watch.<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/intro1.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/intro2.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/intro3.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/intro4.mp4' width='60%'/></center><</switch>>

<<if $pornhard gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornhard" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornhard is 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/softcore/intro3.mp4">> A video I'd watched before displayed itself on my screen, though this version of it seemed longer. Where it usually ended for me, as I continued to play with myself, now it continued, showing me more naughtiness, more debauchery. Showing me the woman going on top, riding her man. And riding him hard. Her moans rising in intensity and anticipation. <<vid "masturbation/porn/hardcore/2.mp4">> Her movements heavy, powerful, demanding. A sight that I was so beautifully and utterly engaged in. Something that was oddly simulating, tentalazing. My mind warping to accept what it was seeing, learning, embracing the intensity of what I was seeing. And I realized, once more... //THIS is what porn... sex! actually looks like!// <<else>><<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/2.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/hardcore/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $pornanal gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornanal" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornanal is 2>><<pickup $masturbation "Anal" 1>><<replace "#masturbation">>My recent exposure to the world and its people pushes me to a different kind of search as I start playing with myself today, lying in my bed. As I look at the screen of my laptop, I am intrigued by the appearance of a video titled "Anal Training: The guide to a fulfilled sex life." //I want to have a fulfilled sex life!// Eager to learn what this video has to offer, I click on it, as it starts with video after video of phat asses twerking in front of the camera. These different sexy asses floating in front of my face are soon joined by a feminine voice over, enticing people to work on their butts, and improve them, claiming about their importance in grabbing men's attention. Clamoring for the naughty art of self-exploration, not willing it to end at the front, to allow our hands to explore the back, to allow more than our hands to explore the back. And I listen, allowing my hands to drift lower, behind, to explore my backside, my ass, my other hole. And I play, and allow fingers to drift in, as I follow the guidance of the video. <<picmid "masturbation/anal-exploration.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Need more? You can get more. A buttplug is constant, passive training. Get yours now, grow your anal capabilities today.<</s>> I am taken by the beauty of the video, the beauty of the bodies drifting in front of me, and I allow myself to explore more, two fingers, three... I need to buy a buttplug from Nexus Toys if I intend to train myself better. There is a beauty to this, and I need to seek that beauty.<</replace>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<elseif $pornanal is 3>><<pickup $masturbation "anal question" 1>>Looking at the hot woman, kneeling on top of her dildo and training her ass to take the plastic toy, I thought to myself about how hot it would be to copy her movement, play with myself and impale my own ass on top of the dildo, a mirror to her actions... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Life imitates Art">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>She was an inspiration, and whether I liked it or not, I was getting inspired. Letting go of inhibition and bringing my dildo out to play, I found myself in the middle of my living room copying her actions, impaling myself on a cock of my own, stretching my ass to welcome the intruding member. I'd become a three hole whore, just like the inspiring woman in front of me!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>I'm only watching her">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>I was watching porn for a reason here, and that was to learn more about sex. And learn I did, watching the sexy woman intently, enjoying her activity and trying to remain cerebral about the fact that I was being a horny woman watching another fuck herself raw. //I might be naughty, but I was smart too, I had limits to my debauchery.//<</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><<picmid "winter/anal-bbc.jpg">> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $porndp gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "porndp" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $porndp is 3>><<pickup $masturbation "dp question" 1>>I'd been playing with myself watching women take on two cocks at once for a while now, the idea that such a thing could be humanly possible playing in my mind in naughty compelling thoughts... And I was getting inspired, thinking to myself of buying a new dildo to enjoy some of that stretching play myself... //I can buy another dildo at NEXUS TOYS to train now//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $pornpublic gte 6>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornpublic" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornpublic is 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/1-1.jpg">> There was no way that was a public bus. No way that these two were engaged publicly in their naughty activity. No way that this turns me on the way it does. <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/1-2.jpg">> While the new category was so out there, so naughty, so absolutely wrong in every way... I still was drawn to it. Like moth to the flame, I eagerly watched the naughty activity on screen, eagerly embraced the absolute taboo nature of it all. In front of me, on the screen, the two lovers were engaged quite publicly in their activity. And it was glorious to see! <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/1-3.jpg">> <<elseif $pornpublic is 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/2-1.jpg">> One woman, two men. Public. Once more, I was drawn to this naughty taboo of doing something in public. Yes, obviously, they controlled their set, made sure that they were truly secluded. But it still turned me on. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/2-2.jpg">> After all, there's no way anyone would engage in sex so publicly, right? Of course, except my naughty rivals, who've been all over the bathrooms... //And who I've watched time and again.// <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/2-3.jpg">> <<elseif $pornpublic is 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-1.jpg">> Thee scene started off intriguing. By now, I'd gotten used to seeing nude beauties in porn, to admiring their sexy, attractive bodies. And with the way I'd been taking care of myself, I wasn't jealous of them. I felt like I was as attractive as they were, if not moreso. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-2.jpg">> Courageous maybe not yet, as I saw the attractive beauty get painted over. An interesting, intriguing sight. But nothing that would prepare me for what came next. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-3.jpg">> Sure, I'd been exploring public footage, but I was not expecting them to actually be public. To actually show someone so naked, so vulnerable, in front of that many people! I was imagining it all as a fantasy, as something fantastically out of the ordinary that it would never happen. Yet right here on my screen, the woman was being noticed. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-4.jpg">> Eyed, oggled, appreciated for her beauty. Nothing hidden, despite the false pretense. And obvious attempts at public nudity and debauchery... That I kind of liked. kind of appreciated... Kind of envied. //Gosh, can people not see her naughty pussy lips? <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-5.jpg">> <<elseif $ponrpublic is 4>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/4-1.jpg">> The lovers were attractive, the setting even moreso. In a sense, this scene reminded me of all these romantic movies that started off this entire voyeuristic passion of mine. And now, I was seeing them engaged in their public love, going beyond that initial step into porn for me. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/4-2.jpg">> Undressing in a public space, out in the open. I could only imagine what it would be like to be so openly naughty and engaged to another in public. Sure, I'd been experimenting, but there was also something interesting about this entire thing, something beautifully taboo about imagining myself in their place. <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/4-3.jpg">> To be laid bare, seduced right there for anyone to see... I didn't know which was more courageous in that moment, the fact that the scene was filmed for anyone to see online for perpetuity, or the fact that the scene itself was a naughty, public one. Either way, it was sexy, and it was oddly inspiring. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/4-4.jpg">> Their open seduction, attractiveness, naughty craziness... All of it combined to compell me to thirst for them. To envy what they did. <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/4-5.jpg">> <<elseif $pornpublic is 5>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-1.jpg">> A mix of naughty lesbianism and public indecency made its way to my screen, as I watched the beauties engaged in their activity. In part for one another, in other part for the naughty beauty of being beheld my others. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-2.jpg">> Their naughtiness was quickly put in place in the naughty scene I watched, as I enjoyed their bodies moving against one another, feeling my own body heat up at the sight of it all. I enjoyed it all, openly, eagerly. Needily. <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/5-3.jpg">> It was beautiful, a sight of sapphic naughtiness, their supple bodies engaged and on display, attracting odd sights. A car passed behind, yet they didn't care. Didn't halt. Didn't stop their naughty romantic appreciation of one another's bodies. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-4.jpg">> They kept raising the bar, and I kept being pulled into the action, eagerly anticipating what the next step would be. Eagerly wanting to be in their place, appreciating their youth and beauty. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-5.jpg">> The naughtiness and attractiveness of public activity was not lost on me. I simply hoped I was courageous, <<dark "open" "180">> enough to try it out for my own sometime. At least with myself as a start! <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/5-6.jpg">> <<else>><<switch random(1, 5)>><<case 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/1-1.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/1-2.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/1-3.jpg">> <<case 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/2-1.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/2-2.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/2-3.jpg">> <<case 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-1.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-2.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-3.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-4.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/3-5.jpg">> <<case 4>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/4-1.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/4-2.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/4-3.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/4-4.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/4-5.jpg">> <<case 5>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-1.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-2.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/5-3.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-4.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/public/5-5.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/public/5-6.jpg">><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $pornlesbo gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornlesbo" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornlesbo is 3>><<pickup $masturbation "lesbian question" 1>>The hot scene on my screen was beautifully engaging, a hot woman licking another, on her knees and eagrly worshipping. My own pussy throbbed in excitement as I thought to my own friendships and the things I'd love to be doing with them... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'd lick Yara hard">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Yara>><</pic>>Even in my fantasies, I found myself on my knees in front of my friend, eating her out and bringing her a pleasure she deserved, and enjoying that action. I hoped that this fantasy would become reality soon as well!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Yara would look hot between my legs">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Yara>><</pic>>My imagination roamed, replacing the woman on her knees on the screen with my friend's face, eating me out and servicing me, eager to please my own whims, and my body shuddered at the beautiful emotions that this idea brought me. The athletic woman serving between my legs... Feels right!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'd lick Eva hard">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Eva>><</pic>>Even in my fantasies, I found myself on my knees in front of my friend, eating her out and bringing her a pleasure she deserved, and enjoying that action. I hoped that this fantasy would become reality soon as well!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Eva would look hot between my legs">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Eva>><</pic>>My imagination roamed, replacing the woman on her knees on the screen with my friend's face, eating me out and servicing me, eager to please my own whims, and my body shuddered at the beautiful emotions that this idea brought me. After all, with how submissive she is, it does feel like her rightful place to do so!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'd lick Mya hard">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Mya>><</pic>>Even in my fantasies, I found myself on my knees in front of my friend, eating her out and bringing her a pleasure she deserved, and enjoying that action. I hoped that this fantasy would become reality soon as well!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Mya would look hot between my legs">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Mya>><</pic>>My imagination roamed, replacing the woman on her knees on the screen with my friend's face, eating me out and servicing me, eager to please my own whims, and my body shuddered at the beautiful emotions that this idea brought me. The head cheerleader working between my legs... Feels right!<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbo-licking.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbian-worship.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $porncuck gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "porncuck" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $masturbation.count("Cuckold") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "Cuckold" 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center><<replace "#masturbation">>As I watch this new category of porn and revel in what it has to offer, I can't help but think back on the past time I played with myself and how <<light Eric>> had decided to talk to me out of nowhere, how needy he was and how annoying he became with the way he talked. Despite myself, I started imagining him in the place of this third member of these scenes, an observant to these naughty scenes, supporting the action taking place... Would I be willing to turn him into a cuck like that, have him watch as I got railed by men that are better than him? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>His destiny is to be cucked.">><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Indeed, all I could think of was to have him defeated at the feet of better men, watching as I got railed instead of him, helpless. I hoped to find a way to make that dream a reality. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't care to cuck him">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't care about him enough to cuck him though. And after all, if I was to be involved with him why would I go in that path? He deserves better, doesn't he?<</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>> <<else>><<switch random(1, 12)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/8.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/9.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 10>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/10.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 11>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/11.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 12>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/12.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $pornsissy gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornsissy" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornsissy is 3>><<pickup $masturbation "sissy question" 1>>The sexy sissy on the screen immediately made me think of my own friendly project, my sexy <<light Leo>> who was slowly shaping up to be a very sexy and feminized version of himself. And thoughts related to what I had been seeing out of that sissy porn swirled in my head... Could I see my friend wearing chastity, a humiliating image all for my own twisted pleasure, or did I want him to keep his penile freedom? <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Leo needs to be caged">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<pickup $masturbation "LeoCaged" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>A true sissy needs to be caged. And seeing the sissy on the screen, imagining my friend in her place, caged and submissive as she is... It brought beautiful chills of pleasure down my spine. <<light Leo>> would make a great caged sissy, and that was his one destiny after all! //I'd get him there.// <</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>A cage doesn't make a sissy, attitude does.">><<pickup $masturbation "LeoFree" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My friend has been growing a lot in these past few weeks, and these changes were beautiful to see, they were empowering... None of that caged humiliation stuff would change the truth that my friend has been finding themself more, and that I'd need to support them through it, not force them down one path or the other...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $pornsissy is 1>>As I looked at this new category of porn, curious of the word <<light Yara>> had used of <<light Leo>>, I was mesmerized by the sights I was seeing on the screen. Caged bois acting out like girls, fucking themselves raw... And it was beautiful... Although I didn't quite know if that was the path <<light Leo>> was destined for, it truly was an interesting sight to witness!<</if>> <<switch random(1, 7)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/panties-rubbing.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $pornthree gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornthree" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornthree is 1>><<light Jasmin>> has sent me this very peculiar scene to watch, looking to have me... I had no idea why she'd send me something like that to see, but I had to admit it was quite the intriguing and hot sight...<<elseif $pornthree is 2>><<light Jasmin>> was truly pushing for a certain agenda with me, and while I'd hate to admit it, these scenes she'd shared with me so far were... Pretty hot. I was liking what I saw, and couldn't help but imagine myself in the place of the woman in these scenes.<<elseif $pornthree is 3>><<light Jasmin>> would've been happy to see me now, playing with myself softly as I watched the action on the screen. I'd love to be in a threesome like the one I was watching... Maybe I'd better talk to her about it?<</if>> <<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $pornbimbo gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornbimbo" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>><<if $pornbimbo is 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Evasmarts -10" 1>><</if>> <<if $pornbimbo is 3>><<pickup $masturbation "bimbo question" 1>>As I looked at the sexy bimbos on the screen, their big boobs and vapid expressions on display, a caricature of femininity and dumbness, I couldn't help but think back on my naughty friend <<light Eva>> and the new improvements she'd found for herself, a complete change in character that saw her improve her assets to resemble these horny women on my screen, women who were turning me on... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "Eva should be with them">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The way <<light Eva>> has been evolving, a horny version of these sexy women and just as hot... I couldn't help but feel that she belonged with them, on such sites, a bimbofied shell of her former self. The idea brought a thrill to my body, a shiver of horniness running down my spine at the thought of my friend selling her body for porn like that... //It was an odd stray thought... But it was hot as fuck!// <</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Eva and them are inspirations">><<less "smarts" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The way <<light Eva>> has been evolving lately, the way she'd been growing more carefree, happier, vapid like these women... She, just like them, was an inspiration and someone I was growing increasingly jealous of... Maybe I should join their ranks? Life does seem easier to them...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "I need to stop all of this.">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>This path that my friend has started on would eventually spell her ruin. I need to stop her from pursuing it further or risk losing her to... I don't know to what but I knew she'd be in danger of losing herself.<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<switch random(1, 9)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/8.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/9.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $pornbbc gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornbbc" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornbbc is 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $masturbation "bbc question" 1>>Watching the women getting impaled on the BBC beneath her, railed and fucked hard like she should be, I imagined myself in her place, being controlled by a dominant black man and allowing him to fuck me to completion time and time again. I was getting hornier by the second, imagining that black man underneath me, thinking about someone as the man in my mind morphed to become a person I knew, fucking me hard with his big black cock... <div id='pornchoice'><<if visited("HRC BLM Jail")>><<link "Imagine Thomia, the convict">><<add "open" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Thomia>><</pic>> I imagined that impressive man who had such a powerful control of our conversation when we visited him a time ago... and imagined myself getting fucked by that convict, a stranger that has done illegal things, now fucking me like a common whore, and making me moan out his name in submissive delight... And I loved the idea of being just another whore to such a powerful, evil man. <</replace>><</link>> | <</if>><<link "Imagine Jerome">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>>My dominant friend's face came to mind, as I imagined myself riding his huge cock with delight and passion, impaling myself atop his huge cock and enjoying his body against mine... //I wanted him in me, and soon...//<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Imagine Julio">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>My passionate friend's face came to mind, as I imagined myself riding his huge cock with delight and passion, impaling myself atop his huge cock and enjoying his body against mine... //I wanted him in me, and soon...//<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Imagine Samuel">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>>My attractive friend's face came to mind, as I imagined myself riding his huge cock with delight and passion, impaling myself atop his huge cock and enjoying his body against mine... //I wanted him in me, and soon...//<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<switch random(1, 11)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbcvirginity.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-hardfuck.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-penetration.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 10>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-pregnancy.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 11>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-virginity.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $pornfoot gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornfoot" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornfoot is 1>>The new type of porn looked interesting, oddly alluring. I could feel my mind being titilated by what it saw, appreciating the sexy curves of the women in front of it... And the naughtiness that the appreciation of such curves promised. There was something here, though I couldn't pinpoint what exactly or entirely it was... <<elseif $pornfoot is 3>>As I watched the porn in front of me on the screen, still active on myself as I enjoyed all of it, I couldn't help the stray thought that appeared in my head. <div id='pornchoice'><<link "I'd like nothing more than to worship someone's feet">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<less "evasub" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>Whether it was <<light Yara>>, <<light Mya>>, or even <<light Eva>>, at this point I didn't care who it was in front of me, I needed someone's feet to worship. The ability to let go so entirely and be at their beck and call like that... A huge part of me had started craving it, brought along by continued porn watching and appreciation.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'll have someone worshiping my feet soon enough!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>Whether it was <<light Eva>>, <<light Mya>>, or even <<light Yara>>, at this point I didn't care. All three of them could be kneeling in front of me, servicing me like the beautiful and submissive pets that they are, embracing their newfound position with all the beautiful abandonment of a person who'd finally found their rightful place. Soon enough, I knew I'd have many others eating out the palm of my hand.<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<switch random(1, 10)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot2.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot5.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot6.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot7.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot8.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/feet/foot9.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/feet/foot3.jpg">> <<case 9>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/feet/foot4.jpg">> <<case 10>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/feet/foot10.jpg">><</switch>>

<<if $porngang gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "porngang" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $porngang is 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bbcgangbang/4.mp4">> One woman, multiple black men. With all my recent adventures, all of the propaganda I myself have created... It felt right. And it felt like the hottest kind of porn I'd seen so far. I was hooked, just like any white slut like me would be. And I was all for it! <<elseif $porngang is 3>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/bbcgangbang/2.jpg">> The Asian woman was desperate to please all these men, eager to work their cocks and get to work on them. The way her mature body was squished between them, servicing the aggressive looking men, was a sight to behold, oddly alluring and extremely enticing. And of course, in my mind, different connections were being made. Connections between a certain rival that I needed to confront, someone I needed to face off against and make sure to put in her place. There was something extremely alluring and enticing about what I was seeing, but only because it meant more to me. To me, here and now, there was the sight of something more. There was the realization of something more. <div id='pornchoice'><<link "Angela should be blacked">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>That realization being that my rival needed to experience this joy I already knew. If she did, then she'd break up with her partner. If she did, then her image would be tarnished, even if only for a bit, for that break up, but will eventually be cured by accepting the truth. That black men were superior. And that the more of them there are around you, servicing your body and making you enjoy them, the more fun this entire thing can be. The Asian rival needed to find BBC love, if not to ruin her than to save her from a life of mediocrity with <<light Matthew>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "She's too domme for that">><<add "Angela" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<light Angela>> was such a dominant person, that she would never find herself in the Asian pornstar's shoes. The scene in front of me was enticing because it was nothing like reality, the head cheerleader in my reality superior, supreme, and absolutely attractive and good looking. To me, here and now, this was entirely a fantasy, one heightened by the fact that I was realizing just how much I revered the rival that wanted me defeated. Maybe more than BBC...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/bbcgangbang/1.jpg">> <<case 2>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/bbcgangbang/2.jpg">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bbcgangbang/4.mp4">><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $pornbdsm gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornbdsm" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornbdsm is 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/8-1.jpg">> An attractive, young lady. Begging with her collar to be choked. Begging for someone to take charge of her, and put her in her place. The pink on her so enticing, so beautifully alluring. And me watching with intent. Thirst. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/8-2.jpg">> <<if $subdom gt 0>>I wanted to hold her leash for her. to rope her along, and put her in her place. A dominant hand to guide her, show her where she needs to be. And protect her. I liked the responsibility that came with someone's devotion, and the way that "actress" looked up at the person holding her... There was some sort of a truth there. A beautiful, enticing truth.<<else>>I wanted to be held like her. To be cared for, someone holding my leash and telling me what to do. The beautiful feeling of abandonment and acceptance that came with letting go, that came with trusting someone else to make the decisions for me... There was something extremely enticing about it. To be able to let go like her, to not care anymore about image... She seemed at peace, and I envied her.<</if>> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/8-3.jpg">> <<elseif $pornbdsm is 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/7-1.jpg">> Dominating someone in the way these actors were doing was quite the power imbalance. In all the right ways. There was equal need for it. One could identify it in their eyes, the way they longed for one another. The way they awaited their touch. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/7-2.jpg">> Something about how this scene was constructed, the woman on display and the man controlling that action, was tickling a part of my brain in an odd manner. It was wrong. It was mysogynist, and wrong. Yet in this moment, neither me nor my body cared. I understood the message intended. And I understood the allure of it all. And how to use it for myself. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/7-3.jpg">> The power dynamics, in this scene just like in bed, are only there to punctuate what already exists. And the beauty of this agreement between fiction and reality, or complete opposition... I could no longer deny. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/7-4.jpg">> <<elseif $pornbdsm is 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/6-1.jpg">> The beautiful embrace of ultimate submission. Of losing oneself to the attention that comes from others. To trust so entirely that one's own opinion doesn't matter... I watched in rapt attention as the scene unfolded in front of me. And I appreciated. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/6-2.jpg">> <<if $subdom gt 0>>Appreciated the nubile attractiveness of the porn actress on the screen, and her intriguing trust in the people she was engaged with. Appreciated how into it she was, her features and open mouth all too enticing for me. Appreciated that this was exactly the kind of abandonment I seeked in my lovers, and one I knew I was close to getting. Hopefully soon too.<<else>>Appreciated the softness, the sweet freedom of this beautiful abandonment. Appreciated the men taking care of her, making sure that although they used her body, they were also offering her a pleasure she desperately needed. In serving them, she ensured her own satisfaction. In making herself less, she got more... Something I looked forward to in my own life. Becausse that was the true path to happiness revealing itself to me.<</if>> <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/6-3.jpg">> <<elseif $masturbation.count("PornBDSM Question") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "PornBDSM Question" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/5-1.jpg">> A domme and a sub. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be. One submitting, offering her body as tribute, removing her own dignity to suffuse another. And that other accepting that devotion, rewarding, embracing the differences between the two of them and enhancing them, ensuring pleasure for both. <<pichalf "masturbation/porn/bdsm/5-2.jpg">> And me the viewer, who watched eagerly, in clear interest. There was no doubt in my mind, that in a world with the two extremes, that in watching this... <div id='pornchoice'><<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "I am the dominant, obviously">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>I am the dominant, obviously! I am the one that takes, but also graciously gives in return. The one that is on top, and that leads the way. //The Queen.// <<picmid "masturbation/porn/bdsm/5-3.jpg">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am the dominant" "Obviously not!">><</if>> <<if $subdom lt 0>><<link "I am the submissive, obviously">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>I am the submissive, obviously! I am the one that follows, that lends her support and eagerly listens to commands. //Could I ever be Queen like that?// <<picmid "masturbation/porn/bdsm/5-3.jpg">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am the submissive" "Obviously not!">><</if>></div> <<else>><<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/bdsm/4.jpg">> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bdsm/3.mp4">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bdsm/1.mp4">> <<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bdsm/2.mp4">><</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $pornworship gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornworship" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornworship is 3>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/worship/4-1.jpg">> The attractive woman on my screen was a sight to behold. And I was but a beholder, accepting the sights she put out, on display. And I was but a ravenous, attention watcher, eagerly appreciating what was put in front of me. Openly embracing the naughty abandonment tied to my ultimate acceptance. The beauty of this ebony body, the attractive way in which the light played with the black curves she held. The absolute superiority with which these bodies are portrayed... I absolutely loved it. Especially since my mind went to my <<light Mya>>... <<picmid "masturbation/porn/worship/4-2.jpg">> <div id='pornchoice'><<link "She is meant to be queen">><<add "worship" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>//She was meant to be queen.// I thought, only then realizing just how far in my devotion I had reached. Embracing the inevitable. I knew it was all barelling down towards that, but there was something oddly alluring about making that realization now, the closer I am to my goal. And the fact that my goal might change soon... Maybe for the better...<</replace>><</link>> <<link "I love her, but I'm not losing myself in it">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>//I love her, but I'm not losing myself in it.// I thought, only then realizing that in accepting and controlling my devotion, I had made another concession. I did love her. I did love the feeling I had whenever I was around her. And there was something truly enticing about that. Something that maybe I needed to explore more.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<switch random(1, 5)>><<case 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/worship/1.jpg">> <<case 2>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/worship/2.jpg">> <<case 3>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/worship/3.jpg">> <<case 4>><<pichalf "masturbation/porn/worship/5.jpg">> <<case 5>><<picmid "masturbation/porn/worship/4-1.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/porn/worship/4-2.jpg">><</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $pornbwc gte 4>>//Watching this kind of porn no longer improves my attributes.//<<else>><<add "pornbwc" 1>><<add "pornlvl" 1>><span class="sexskill">Porn Level<img src='images/icons/porn.png' width='50px'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $pornbwc is 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/2-1.mp4">> The glorious fat white cock stood to attention, a beautiful vision of strength and beauty. A cock that was worthy of admiration, and that I had no trouble admiring, legs spread as I played with myself. A beauty, a sight to behold, and a cock that needed attention. The next video I saw had some more powerful messaging, though, as I saw what it had to say... <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/4.mp4">> Thoughts of naughtiness swirmed my head, as I had been accepting that as whites, we were superior. Stronger, better. And as I realized that to me, the girl on the screen... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "Imagine she is Angela">><<add "Angela" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>Was <<light Angela>>, the head cheerleader and my rival, servicing her white boyfriend, being a whore for BWC. An Asian slut finding her true place under her white overlords... Something about it turned me on immensely.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "My rival has no place in my fantasies">><<less "Angela" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>Had nothing to do with my rival, someone who had no place in my fantasies. She might be with <<light Matthew>>, and he might be packing, but there was no way I would continue to imagine them as I toyed with myself. BWC was for us, not for Asian whores who steal our men.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $pornbwc is 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/5-1.mp4">> The messaging was strong as I watched the bombardement of videos today, the sight of the black woman on her knees, servicing cock, and the text being displayed on top.. All of it was very powerful, very influential. And I could see the glory of white cock, I could understand why a whore like this one would want to service them. There was no denying that white people were superior, and that white cock was oh so beautiful here and now... <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/5-2.mp4">> As I watched the woman on the screen service her white overlords so fully, in a devotion that only befits someone that understands their inferiority in life, I couldn't help but accept that there was a very particular someone on my mind as I watched it all unfold, as I saw her defilement in a vicious - yet earned - double penetration. <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/5-3.mp4">> <div id='pornchoice'><<link "Imagine she is Mya">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My friend, my black friend who's been constantly at odds with race, was on my mind as I watched the woman on the screen succumb to white cock. To me, there was no denying that <<light Mya>>'s destiny was to serve her white superiors, and that in time she'll definitely be able to do so. That in time, <<light Mya>> will succumb to white cock. I'd make sure of it.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Mya is too dominant to fall for this">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>And my mind was at odds with itself, overlaying the woman on the screen with the blakc woman I knew, my now close friend <<light Mya>>. Someone I'd never imagine succumbing to white cock, but someone that obviously deserved to be enjoying herself however she wanted. There was a true fight inside, between what I felt was right in white supremacy, and what I felt was good in co-living with my friend. Even if she was black.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<switch random(1, 5)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/1-1.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/1-2.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/1-3.mp4">> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/2-1.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/2-2.mp4">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/3.mp4">> <<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/4.mp4">> <<case 5>><<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/5-1.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/5-2.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/porn/bwc/5-3.mp4">><</switch>> <</if>>

<div class='porncontainer'><div class='behindporn'><<pichead "masturbation/toysbanner.jpg" "Play with toys">></div> <div class='inthetop'><h2>Playing with Toys</h2><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-dildo1")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-dildo1.jpg' width='20%'>">><<set _cumlaude to "dildo1">><<replace "#sextoys">><<include "dildo1 menu">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-dildo2")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-dildo2.jpg' width='20%'>">><<set _cumlaude to "dildo2">><<replace "#sextoys">><<include "dildo2 menu">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-dildo3")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-dildo3.jpg' width='20%'>">><<set _cumlaude to "dildo3">><<replace "#sextoys">><<include "dildo3 menu">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-dildo4")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-dildo4.jpg' width='20%'>">><<set _cumlaude to "dildo4">><<replace "#sextoys">><<include "dildo4 menu">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("toy-myadildo")>><<link "<img src='images/cloth/toy-myadildo.jpg' width='20%'>">><<set _cumlaude to "dildomya">><<replace "#sextoys">><<include "Toy Dildo Mya">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>></div></div>

<<if $showerhead gte 4>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "showerhead" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $showerhead is 1>>I look for the shower to put me at ease, to relax me after the long day I've had and the intense feelings I've encountered... And yet something feels off. The heat from the water does not quench my own. It only helps in elevating my emotions, in adding to my distraction, my horniness... As my hand heads towards the soft knob to turn the temperature down, in an attempt to control my own emotions, I grasp at the softness of it. I realize the shape, the way it feels against my hand, the beautiful feel that it brings against me... I lower the temperature but for a bit, before I realize I'm holding onto the shower head. Before I realize what my body instinctively is doing, and listen to its hidden urges slowly being revealed to me. I listen to my body as it implores me to use the shower head in a way I never thought to use before, fixing its setting... <<vid "masturbation/shower2.mp4">> The intensity of the rushing water firing at my sensitive parts brings me great pleasure as I moan out all alone in my shower. The water muffles away the sounds of passion rushing from me, as I embrace the feelings that this naughty mundane toy bring me. Lewdly accepting this development in my life, I realize the intensity of emotions that this toy could bring me. The heat of the showers I could be having. I know this would not be my last time finding pleasure under the wet streaks of my showerhead.It might not be a sex toy, but I'm definitely using it again for sex! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $showerhead is 2>><<vid "masturbation/shower3.mp4">><<set $arousal to 0>>The studied strokes of the naughty knob between my legs shoots jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. Intensity rocks me as I struggle to steady myself on my legs, the feeling of the rushing water overpowering, overtaking, over-thrilling. I could feel myself being lost to the pleasure, yet didn't entirely mind it. It felt good, right. I needed it more than ever, and my showerhead was offering me the satisfaction - and calmness - I seeked. <<elseif $showerhead is 3>><<vid "masturbation/shower1.mp4">> Some days the shower game I engage in becomes kind of a ritual, as I allow myself the pleasure of naughty playing, and embrace the emotions coursing through me. I'd lather myself up in my soap, and rub my body all around, bringing a height of sensation across my every fiber, before delving deeper. Before grabbing the showerhead and slowly drifting it across, washing away the filth of my body to embrace the filth of my mind. Oftentimes it ends the same, with me shouting out my satisfaction to anyone willing to hear. No one does as my moans are muffled out by the water flowing against me. <<elseif $showerhead is 4>><<vid "masturbation/shower4.mp4">><<set $arousal to 0>>I couldn't lie to myself anymore, I was naughty for going it but I definitely needed it. Being in this shower and using its rushing water to push me beyond orgasm was one of the best feelings my body has ever experienced, and I knew I'd continue to seek it, even if at the start of my play sessions. <<else>><<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/shower1.mp4">> <<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/shower2.mp4">> <<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/shower3.mp4">> <<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/shower4.mp4">><</switch>> The shower head is an interesting toy to be enjoying, as I use it to get myself off on this lovely day. I don't even need to go out of my way to get the sheen of sweat off my body that usually follows these sessions, I'm already there!<</if>>

<<if $wand gte 3>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "wand" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $wand is 1>><<set $arousal to 0>>My new toy in hand, I position myself on the bed, ready to enjoy my time with it, feeling its vibrations as I test it a few times. And then, naked, legs spread, I slowly lower it to my lips with anticipation. <<vid "masturbation/toys/wand-intro1.mp4">>It was odd, being attacked by such intense vibration so quickly, so fully. I didn't know what to hold on to, what to feel, as my body felt suddenly overwhelmed with emotions and naughty vibrations. I was overtaken, and it felt weird to be the master of my own naughty submission. <<vid "masturbation/toys/wand-intro2.mp4">>Up against my folds, my magical toy was playing its game, teasing me in a way that told me I was falling quickly for this naughty feeling. <<elseif $wand is 2>><<set $arousal to 0>>//The vibrations are strong.// I thought to myself as I lowered the intensity, making sure to rub myself in all the right places... <<vid "masturbation/toys/wand1.mp4">>A great complement to my pleasure and feelings of naughty abandon, my wand was offering me a satisfaction that coursed through me oh so fully. I looked down at my body reacting to the wand I am carrying, and enjoy the look of it squirming under the intense pleasure. <<elseif $wand is 3>><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "wand" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/wand2.mp4">>My toy in hand, I cast spells of naughtiness on myself, moaning at the intensity of my magic wand. I'd slowly started to learn of the limits of my body, and how to overcome them. As my orgasm rocked through me, I knew I now controlled the magic of the wand, to bring me the pleasure I seeked - or rather succumb to it. <<else>><<add "arousal" 30>><<set _cum to "wand">><<switch random(1, 5)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/wand1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/wand2.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/wand3.mp4">><<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/toys/wand-intro1.mp4">><<case 5>><<vid "masturbation/toys/wand-intro2.mp4">><<case 6>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/wand-pussyrub.jpg">><</switch>> My wand is a fantastic toy that was sure to bring me immediate pleasure. I knew just how to use it, and just where to place it, to create beautiful and undeniable magic. I was more than happy to see it serve me well.<</if>>

<<if $dildomya gte 4>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<<else>><<add "dildomya" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<add "play" 1>><span class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</span><</if>> <<if $dildomya is 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro1.mp4">>The toy my friend had "lended" me was a very interesting one. Transparent, almost unseen, it rubbed against my folds, a constant threat at the doors of my body. And my heart. I knew there was some sort of secret admission to this, if I was to fall for it. I knew I'd be pushing a line that could no longer be ignored, if I allowed myself to embrace the feeling of this toy. <<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro2.jpg">>There it stood, a threat I more than welcomed. I wanted it. I wanted the feelings that it promised. I wanted the memory it brought. I wanted to feel closer to my friend, and experience what she had but a short while ago when I'd seen her play with this. I would be connected to her. I would be closer to her if I just... <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro3.mp4">>I slipped the toy inside. I wanted all that it promised, and more... I wanted to experience my friend as a lover. I wanted to think of her continously as I explored thesse emotions. I wanted this naughtiness to be a part of my normal living, this feeling of satisfaction to be a constant in my everyday. <<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro4.jpg">> Through this, I'd be able to embrace my black lover even further, and something about it just felt right. I needed it, and I knew she expected it of me. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $dildomya is 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding1.mp4">><<set $arousal to 0>>In and out, my newest toy brought me a pleasure that I could only attribute to one person. As I rode the sex toy the way it was meant to be used, with strong, passionate motions, my mind continued to drift to my lover who'd brought it to me. I was obsessed with <<light Mya>>, and this obsession would only continue to grow the longer I spent playing with this toy. <<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding2.jpg">> <<elseif $dildomya is 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding3.mp4">><<set $arousal to 0>>I was going all out, enjoying the newest transparent toy I had gotten. <<light Mya>> may hhave gifted me a simple toy, but with it she'd become the cause of multiple orgasms, she'd become the reason behind my pleasure, and she'd effectively engrained herself in my consciousness in a way I eagerly welcomed. <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding4.mp4">> <<light Mya>> rocked me with an orgasm today, through her transparent toy. <<elseif $dildomya is 4>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding5.jpg">><<add "dildomya" 1>> Whether it was leisurely or with intensity, I knew my toy's pleasure came from a very unique place. It came from <<light Mya>>, a sexy woman worthy of worship. And a part of me needed to pay her back for her kindness. I needed to find how, I owed it to her. <<vid "masturbation/toys/riding6.mp4">> <<else>><<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding3.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding4.mp4">><<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding6.mp4">><</switch>> I could feel my friend with me here, playing with my folds, her fingers the ones exporing me as she pushed inside. <<light Mya>>'s transparent dildo made one thing very clear to me: I was definitely into her, and I was definitely interested in her own body being used against mine. <<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro3.mp4">><<case 3>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-intro4.jpg">><<case 4>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-riding2.jpg">><</switch>> <<if $dildomya lte 6 and $play gte 40>><<add "play" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<add "dildomya" 1>><<linkreplace "Put it up my ass">><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildomya-anal1.mp4">> And I figured I'd keep going because that was the kind of play that I'd already been exploring for a while now... And I liked it. I liked feeling <<light Mya>> in my like that.<</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>

<<link "Oral">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo1oral>><<case 0>><<add "dildo1oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-firstlook.mp4">> Eager to be trying this girthy member, I push myself onto the cock, trying to take more and more of it in my mouth. It is an interesting and exciting play, and I'm eager to keep trying to make it work... <<case 1>><<add "dildo1oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral2.jpg">> Although my gag reflex is still there, I find myself slowly outgrowing it, my body adapting to the activity and eager to be taking more of it inside. I can feel the progress clearly as I toy with my nether regions, spit dripping all over my heaving breasts. It's getting closer! <<case 2>><<add "dildo1oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral4.jpg">> I can feel my skills in blowing this cock improve, knowing I am now pretty good at it. This dildo is no longer a challenge for me with a normal blowjob... //But maybe I want to try to go deeper next time?// <<case 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral3.jpg">> The small cock fits easily in my mouth as I feel myself slut it out in my own room, eager to enjoy myself and happy to see it be closer to a reality. <<if $play gte 20>><<link "Go deeper">><<add "dildo1oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<replace "#sextoys">>With my new toy in hand, I issue the challenge to myself to take all of its length inside of my mouth, to go deeper in my depraved search for accomplished blowing. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral1.jpg">> I gag quite a bit as I struggle to take the huge member in, but am hopeful to be finding the right angle to work with. As I finish, I notice the mess I've made of myself with all the spit I've let come out. This is gonna take a while to master...<</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<case 4>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral4.jpg">><<add "dildo1oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> It is still a struggle for me as I work on getting as much of the toy inside my mouth, and down my throat. I know I'm close, the activity enticing in how naughty it is. Just a bit more, and I'll break my gag reflex entirely! <<case 5>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral5.jpg">><<add "dildo1oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> I've done it, the pink dildo now no longer a challenge for my deepthroating abilities. Pride swells through me, as I realize that I'm just being a private slut. //These skills will come in handy, I'm sure!// <<case 6>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral6.mp4">> //I can fit this easily down my throat, it's no use doing it anymore... Though it is fun!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><<if $dildo1oral lt 3 or $play gte 20 and $dildo1oral lt 6>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 28>><<dark "Penetration" "Not experienced enough (28)">><<else>><<link "Penetration">><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo1normal>><<case 0>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-firstlook.mp4">><<add "dildo1normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> The dildo is calling to me. With the kind of things I've seen recently, and my naughtiness just rising by the minute, it was only a matter of time before I couldn't ignore its call... <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding1-1.mp4">> On my back, legs spread, dildo in hand, I worked on myself, worked on bringing myself the pleasure I knew I deserved. I needed the attention, the care, the beautiful release of having a pink device spread my lower lips open, eager to feel its effect on me. <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding1-2.mp4">> <<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding2-1.mp4">><<add "dildo1normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> The angle was a tricky one, but I knew I needed to use it, to get a feel for it. Riding my pink dildo felt thrilling, as I enjoyed the sensations that coursed through my body as I played. Beautiful agony of an orgasm I longed for. <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding2-2.mp4">> <<case 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding3-1.jpg">><<add "dildo1normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> My body was on fire, embracing the sensations the dildo was causing in me. I now could easily fit the device in me, ensuring a thrilling time for myself. I was excited for it. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding3-2.jpg">> The newest member of my playtime was giving me all the best sensations, a filling feeling that just made me oh so satisfied. And in this clear satisfaction, this eager debauchery I was embracing, I could feel my naughty thoughts take over. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding3-4.jpg">> I held onto the heavy member, my small toy that made me feel oh so full, and got to work fucking myself, seeking my satisfaction. Needing the satisfaction it would bring me. Craving it. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding3-3.jpg">> <<case 3>><<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding3.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding1-1.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding1-2.mp4">><<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding2-1.mp4">><<case 5>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding2-2.mp4">><<case 6>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding4.mp4">><<case 7>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding5-1.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding5-2.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding5-3.jpg">> <</switch>> Playing with this dildo is a lot of fun, I can fit it in me so beautifully now! //Could I go bigger?//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo1normal lt 3 and $play gte 28>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 40>><<dark "Anal" "Not experienced enough (40)">><<else>><<link "Anal">><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo1anal>><<case 0>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-firstlook.mp4">><<add "dildo1anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>>As my hand drifted across my ass, looking to bring myself the pleasure I seeked, enjoying the sensations of the exploration I'd been recently embracing, I looked at my oldest dildo. Feeling its call for adventure. For anal exploration. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal1-1.jpg">> I held my toy, excited for the pleasures it would bring me, eager to feel its shape and fabric fill me, claim me. I was eager for the pleasure and training it would bring me. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal1-2.jpg">> I laid down and got to work, knowing how my use of the buttplugs have helped me reach that point in the first place, eager to be playing with myself, to be embracing the feelings of a toy cock spreading my rear hole. Embracing the feelings that were washing over me. I had some ways to go, but I knew I was on the right track. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal1-3.jpg">> <<case 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal2-1.jpg">><<add "dildo1anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> Pleasure coursed through me as I inserted my phallic toy up the rectum, excited for the fun times that awaited me, eager for the naughtiness that I was about to experience. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal2-2.jpg">> Sure, I was just at the precipice of being able to get the whole toy inside me, as I experimented with angles and ways to bring myself over the edge. I was eager to find the satisfaction that oh so naughtily eluded me. I needed it. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal2-3.jpg">> Bending over, presenting myself ot my toy like a bitch in heat, I was eager. And there was an odd satisfaction in letting go the way I was. I needed it, and nothing was going to stop me from grasping that elusive ultimate satisfaction. //Soon, I'll be an expert at this. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal2-4.jpg">> <<case 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal1-3.jpg">><<add "dildo1anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> In and out, my toy spread me open, getting me ready for a real cock to claim my rear hole. I knew I could easily take that device, and already looked forward to experimenting with bigger. I needed bigger. <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal3.jpg">> <<case 3>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal1-2.jpg">> <<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal1-3.jpg">><<case 2>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal2-4.jpg">><<case 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo1-anal3.jpg">><</switch>> Getting this dildo up my ass has become so easy for me. //I definitely need bigger to satisfy me!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo1anal lt 3 and $play gte 40>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>>

<<link "Oral">><<replace "#sextoys">> <<switch $dildo2oral>><<case 0>><<add "dildo2oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-oral1.mp4">> <<case 1>><<add "dildo2oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo2-oral2.jpg">> <<case 2>>Third time oral<<add "dildo2oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 3>>Generic description of normal, <<if $play gte 20>><<link "Go deeper">><<add "dildo2oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<replace "#sextoys">><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<case 4>>Second Time Deep<<add "dildo2oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 5>>Third Time Deep<<add "dildo2oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 6>>Generic bj scene //I can fit this easily down my throat, it's no use doing it anymore... Though it is fun!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><<if $dildo2oral lt 3 or $play gte 20 and $dildo2oral lt 6>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 28>><<dark "Penetration" "Not experienced enough (28)">><<else>><<link "Penetration">><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo2normal>><<case 0>>First time normal<<add "dildo2normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding1-1.jpg">> <<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding1-2.jpg">> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding1-3.mp4">> <<case 1>>Second time normal<<add "dildo2normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding2.mp4">> <<case 2>>Third time normal<<add "dildo2normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding3.mp4">> <<case 3>><<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding2.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding3.mp4">><<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding4.mp4">><<case 5>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding5.mp4">><</switch>> Playing with this dildo is a lot of fun, I can fit it in me so beautifully now! //Could I go bigger?//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo2normal lt 3 and $play gte 28>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 40>><<dark "Anal" "Not experienced enough (40)">><<else>><<link "Anal">><<replace "#sextoys">><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo2-anal1.mp4">> <<switch $dildo2anal>><<case 0>>First time anal<<add "dildo2anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 1>>Second time anal<<add "dildo2anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 2>>Third time anal<<add "dildo2anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 3>> Getting this dildo up my ass has become so easy for me. //I definitely need bigger to satisfy me!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo2anal lt 3 and $play gte 40>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>>

<<link "Oral">><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo3oral>><<case 0>>First time oral<<add "dildo3oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-oral1.mp4">> <<case 1>>Second time oral<<add "dildo3oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 2>>Third time oral<<add "dildo3oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 3>>Generic description of normal, <<if $play gte 20>><<link "Go deeper">><<add "dildo3oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<replace "#sextoys">><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-oral2.mp4">><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<case 4>>Second Time Deep<<add "dildo3oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-oral2.mp4">> <<case 5>>Third Time Deep<<add "dildo3oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-oral2.mp4">> <<case 6>>Generic bj scene //I can fit this easily down my throat, it's no use doing it anymore... Though it is fun!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><<if $dildo3oral lt 3 or $play gte 20 and $dildo3oral lt 6>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 28>><<dark "Penetration" "Not experienced enough (28)">><<else>><<link "Penetration">><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo3normal>><<case 0>>First time normal<<add "dildo3normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding1.mp4">> <<case 1>>Second time normal<<add "dildo3normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding2.mp4">> <<case 2>>Third time normal<<add "dildo3normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding3.mp4">> <<case 3>><<switch random(1, 5)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding2.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding3.mp4">><<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding4.mp4">><<case 5>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding5.mp4">><</switch>> Playing with this dildo is a lot of fun, I can fit it in me so beautifully now! //Could I go bigger?//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo3normal lt 3 and $play gte 28>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 40>><<dark "Anal" "Not experienced enough (40)">><<else>><<link "Anal">><<replace "#sextoys">> <<switch $dildo3anal>><<case 0>>First time anal<<add "dildo3anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 1>>Second time anal<<add "dildo3anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 2>>Third time anal<<add "dildo3anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>> <<case 3>> Getting this dildo up my ass has become so easy for me. //I definitely need bigger to satisfy me!//<</switch>> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo3-anal1.mp4">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo3anal lt 3 and $play gte 40>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>>

<<link "Oral">><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo4oral>><<case 0>>First time oral<<add "dildo4oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-oral2.mp4">> <<case 1>>Second time oral<<add "dildo4oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-oral4.mp4">> <<case 2>>Third time oral<<add "dildo4oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo4-oral5.jpg">> <<case 3>>Generic description of normal, <<if $play gte 20>><<link "Go deeper">><<add "dildo4oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<replace "#sextoys">><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-oral3.mp4">><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<case 4>>Second Time Deep<<add "dildo4oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-oral1.mp4">> <<case 5>>Third Time Deep<<add "dildo4oral" 1>><<add "dildooral" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-oral1.mp4">> <<case 6>>Generic bj scene //I can fit this easily down my throat, it's no use doing it anymore... Though it is fun!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><<if $dildo4oral lt 3 or $play gte 20 and $dildo4oral lt 6>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 28>><<dark "Penetration" "Not experienced enough (28)">><<else>><<link "Penetration">><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo4normal>><<case 0>>First time normal<<add "dildo4normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo4-firsttime1.jpg">> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding1.mp4">> <<case 1>>Second time normal<<add "dildo4normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding3.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding4.mp4">> <<case 2>>Third time normal<<add "dildo4normal" 1>><<add "dildonormal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding6-1.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding6-2.mp4">> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding6-3.mp4">> <<case 3>><<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding1.mp4">><<case 2>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding2.mp4">><<case 3>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding3.mp4">><<case 4>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding4.mp4">><<case 5>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding5.mp4">><<case 6>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding6-1.mp4">><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding6-2.mp4">><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding6-3.mp4">><</switch>> Playing with this dildo is a lot of fun, I can fit it in me so beautifully now! //Could I go bigger?//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo4normal lt 3 and $play gte 28>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<if $play lt 40>><<dark "Anal" "Not experienced enough (40)">><<else>><<link "Anal">><<replace "#sextoys">><<switch $dildo4anal>><<case 0>>First time anal<<add "dildo4anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo4-analprep.jpg">> <<case 1>>Second time anal<<add "dildo4anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-anal1.mp4">> <<case 2>>Third time anal<<add "dildo4anal" 1>><<add "dildoanal" 1>><<add "play" 1>><<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-anal1.mp4">> <<case 3>><<pichalf "masturbation/toys/dildo4-analprep.jpg">> <<vid "masturbation/toys/dildo4-anal1.mp4">> Getting this dildo up my ass has become so easy for me. //I am a definite butt slut!//<</switch>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $dildo4anal lt 3 and $play gte 40>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>>

<<if $ericmessagepre is 3>><<set $ericmessage to 3>><</if>> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>><<if $Bekhamc is 7>><<goto "Alpha vs Beta">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 8>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 1">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 9>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 2">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 10>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 3">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 11>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 4">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 12>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 5">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 13>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 6">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 14>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 7">><<else>>End of content in Friday classes for this update.<</if>><<elseif $class.has("Tarnipp")>><<if $Bekhamc is 7>><<goto "Tarnipp is Back">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 8>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 1">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 9>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 2">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 10>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 3">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 11>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 4">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 12>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 5">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 13>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 6">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 14>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 7">><<else>>End of content in Friday classes for this update.<</if>><<elseif $Bekhamc is 0>><<goto "Meeting Mr. Bekham">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 1>><<goto "Intro to Philosophy">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 2>><<goto "The Male Gaze">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 3>><<goto "Sex in Cinema">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 4>><<goto "Visiting Mr. Bekham">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 5>><<goto "A New Light">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 6>><<goto "The Lion's Den">><<else>> There was probably a mistake that brought you here. Regardless, enjoy the other facets of the game! <3<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <<add "Bekhamc" 1>>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Meeting Mr. Bekham</h3></center><center><<pic Bekham>><</pic>></center><<if $metEric is true>><<set $ericmessage to 1>><<else>><<set $ericmessagepre to 1>><</if>><<s Bekham>>I understand you all had Ms. Tarnipp taking care of this class for the past few months, but unfortunately, due to a family emergency, she had to step down from her teaching position. That is where I come in; as for the foreseeable future I will be teaching you this philosophy class.<</s>> Standing in front of us, Mr. <<light Bekham>> was extremely well dressed. His suit, his demeanor, everything about him told of his level of self-importance, and I, alongside many of my fellow students it seemed, were impressed by what we were seeing. <<s Bekham>>Let us start with something simple. Who here believes philosophy is obsolete?<</s>> This question startled me. How can someone ask something so bluntly, especially about the class they were teaching? Quite a few of the students raised their hands. <div id="choices"><<link "Raise my hand">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I joined the students that were raising their hands. Philosophy might've been something important in ancient history, but nowadays it loses its meaning. <<s Bekham>>I understand the sentiment. What use is it to proclaim thought and existence if it doesn't move us forward? What use is it to explore the meaning of life if there obviously is deeper questions in the world?<</s>> I could feel myself nod along to what he was saying. <<s Bekham>>You'll be surprised to know that the antithesis of philosophy is philosophy itself. The thought behind the lack of thought is thought, and the reality remains the same whether we observe it or not.<</s>> //That doesn't seem right.// <<s Bekham>>...and it is the same reality and existence that we attempt to shape and morph into our image. Do we believe that there should be an inequality between men? A set social order that we need to follow, with a certain race or gender on top and the other a follower?<</s>> A few were shaking their heads no. <<s Bekham>>I think not! But it is through the optics of morality, ethics, and all that follows, that we are capable of understanding the inegalities in life, of knowing where we are doing wrong as humans, and knowing where we can move forward. Biology will tell you one thing about the differences in gender, and will try to explain behavior due to different brain chemistries. I intend to make you understand that things are tied to something deeper than that, for if we are to understand life's psychology we need to understand human philosophy.<</s>> His speech was entertaining, engaging. I could feel myself somehow understanding his approach. Whether or not he was correct in his assesment was a different thing, but at least he was logical. <<link "Move along" "Angela Overheard">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Philosophy is important">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't raise my hand to that statement. Philosophy is real, it existed and had its impact on life. Bekham looked at the rest of the students. <<s Bekham>>I understand the sentiment. What use is it to proclaim thought and existence if it doesn't move us forward? What use is it to explore the meaning of life if there obviously is deeper questions in the world?<</s>> I could feel myself nod along to what he was saying. //He was good.// <<s Bekham>>You'll be surprised to know that the antithesis of philosophy is philosophy itself. The thought behind the lack of thought is thought, and the reality remains the same whether we observe it or not.<</s>> //He's actually making a lot of sense!// <<s Bekham>>...and it is the same reality and existence that we attempt to shape and morph into our image. Do we believe that there should be an inequality between men? A set social order that we need to follow, with a certain race or gender on top and the other a follower?<</s>> A few were shaking their heads no, I enthusiastically join them. <<s Bekham>>I think not! But it is through the optics of morality, ethics, and all that follows, that we are capable of understanding the inegalities in life, of knowing where we are doing wrong as humans, and knowing where we can move forward. Biology will tell you one thing about the differences in gender, and will try to explain behavior due to different brain chemistries. I intend to make you understand that things are tied to something deeper than that, for if we are to understand life's psychology we need to understand human philosophy.<</s>> His speech was entertaining, engaging. I could see myself in my third eye enraptured with what he was saying. I am brought back to reality when he turns to look at me, and smiles. //He's happy with me.// <<link "Move along" "Angela Overheard">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

/*First Friday, hearing Angela talk about wanting to become prom queen.*/ <<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The School Hallways">> <<s Angela>>I'm definitely going for it.<</s>> Walking down an empty corridor, I overheard a conversation happening just around the corner. <<s Matthew>>Prom king and queen, huh...<</s>> Another voice, masculine, answered the first one. <<s Angela>>I'm head cheerleader, you're the captain of the swim team... How could we not be the favorites?<</s>> The feminine voice asked. <<light Angela>>, the head cheerleader, was a clear front runner for the position of prom queen. I peaked round the corner to see who she was talking to. <<pic Matthew>><</pic>> The swim team captain, <<light Matthew>>, was an arrogant person who never gave me the time of day. I saw him speak. <<s Matthew>>That's true. We'd make everyone fawn for us.<</s>> He claimed, his wide white smile as annoying as his perfectly chiseled body. <<s Angela>>With this, we'll be the stars of the school. Everyone will look up to me.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Nah, they'll look up to me, having you doting by my side.<</s>> He arrogantly claimed, his hand hooking around her waist to bring her closer to him. <<s Matthew>>Understand?<</s>> She let out a slight moan. <<s Angela>>Yes, Matthew.<</s>> As I looked at the whole situation unfold, my phone pinged with a notification, a message received. I quickly moved away, slinking through the hallways to create as much distance as possible from the plotting couple. //It hasn't even been a week, and I already have competition for the position I have eyed for myself. I really need to step up my game... The head cheerleader is definitely a huge contender.// <<link "Check my phone" "School">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>

<<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-agreeing.jpg">> I was not taking his classes - I was a spy. Maybe that is why I was there with him now, looking to see what his next step in the plan was. There was a tension that I could not ignore in the whole thing, as we played our secret games. Dangerous games that would continue to escalate as <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> looked at me with scrutiny. <<s Bekham>>Today's class is going to be about chastity.<</s>> He revealed, an interesting prospect. <<s Author>>That's odd... Though expected.<</s>> I answered him. <<s Bekham>>How so?<</s>> <<s Author>>Last class was about phalluses, and she did mention that she'd elaborate on a way to control them this time around.<</s>> I could see the gear turning around in his head. <<s Bekham>>So she intends to only talk about male chastity. Good.<</s>> He said, <<s Bekham>>She's fumbling.<</s>> <<s Author>>You seem to already have something in mind.<</s>> I accurately predicted. <<s Bekham>>Of course, I'm always prepared.<</s>> His arrogance was usual. <<s Bekham>>You'll be wearing your own chastity in class, and you'll be pushing for this agenda instead.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>You mean female chastity? You want me to promote it?<</s>> Not only did he want me to promote it, but he also wanted me to wear it to class, hidden under my clothing. <<s Bekham>>With a little luck, Tarnipp might call onto you to show everyone how it looks like.<</s>> He said with clear intent. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, as I realized that this man truly was interested in using me beyond simple spy-dom. I was now to be a sabotteur of the eloquent teacher's class... <<s Bekham>>Quick then, put it on.<</s>> He ordered me simply, already expecting me to jump at the opportunity to help. <div id='choices'><<link "I can only agree">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... Okay.<</s>> I hesitated a bit too long as I had him shove the chastity into my hands, already moving me behind his desk to put me in whatever metallic contraption that device was. There was something seriously odd about putting chastity on, where instead of feeling control, there was a clear lack of it. Instead of my emotions being tampered by the jail I was putting on, I could feel myself be turned on at the simple prospect of what was wrapping itself around my genitals. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-preclass.mp4">> <<s Bekham>>You're liking this.<</s>> He claimed, though I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of my admission. <<s Author>>It feels weird.<</s>> I said to him, receiving a smile. <<s Bekham>>It feels right to have you controlled like that.<</s>> He said while twirling the key on his finger. <<s Bekham>>Remember, you need to have her talk about female chastity. And hopefully she'll have you show off to the whole class.<</s>> A jolt of passion coursed through me at the mere thought. //Oh the humiliation that would bring...// <<link "Go to Class" "Tarnipp Class 6">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 35>><<link "Only if he'll wear chastity later">><<pickup $class "Bekham Chastity Deal" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The only way I'm agreeing to this is if you wear chastity of your own later.<</s>> I made my claim, and saw his reaction to my words. Intense. <<s Bekham>>You can't be serious.<</s>> I simply smiled at him. <<s Author>>If that's the kind of game you want to play with me, you must be ready to play it as well, Becky.<</s>> I used a diminutive name that simply flew over his head. <<s Bekham>>And if I don't agree...<</s>> <<s Author>>The whole other class will only learn about male chastity and masculine inadequacy.<</s>> I claimed. I could see him considering the options. It was a loss either way. Either they all learn about male chastity only, or he learns about it first-hand. Either way, someone's about to discover how it feels like not to have control of their own genitals. <<s Bekham>>So be it. But only if the conversation moves to female chastity.<</s>> He announced. <<s Bekham>>I'm sure you will be honorable.<</s>> I smiled at him, already slipping out of my clothes to try on his metallic structure. <<s Author>>So will you be, I can't wait to see a cage wrapped around you.<</s>> I claimed, though already feeling a bit turned on. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-preclass.mp4">> The mere thought of having that man in chastity was turning me on, yet now I could no longer do anything about it. Was I stupid, crazy, or both? Wither way, I still had a whole class to attend while dressed in that manner... And it was proving to be an intense experience. <<link "Go to Class" "Tarnipp Class 6">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Only if he'll wear chastity later" "Not dominant enough (35)">><</if>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pickup $class "Chastity Class Seen" 1>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Chastity's Glory</h3></center> The title of the class was on the board as we grabbed our seats, and things were bound to be exciting as my eyes caught <<light Yara>>'s. There was a clear tension in the air, and I could feel the heat of the moment grow. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>The fact that my professor has forced me into something the whole class was about to discuss wasn't lost on me, and I knew I'd possibly struggle to explain myself if I let it last too long. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, grabbing her seat next to me, seemed to notice something was up. <<s Eva>>All good darling?<</s>> She asked me. I gave her a quick smile as the professor decided to start her class. <<else>>The topic felt odd to me, as I wasn't quite expecting this kind of topic to be discussed in a philosophy class. The oddity of it was not lost on me, and it seemed like I was not the only one that was experiencing that. Seated next to me, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> was looking at the screen with worry on her face. <<s Author>>All good darling?<</s>> I asked her. She simply gave me a quick smile as the professor decided to start her class.<</if>> <<s Tarnipp>>Following our class on phalluses, it is time to discuss and explore a bit more on how to keep these masculine urges under control.<</s>> She announced with clear confidence. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-comparison.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>There is a clear difference between men, and we have already explored how these differences can lead to social and psychological problems for those without the right genes.<</s>> She explained, the interest of the class in what she was saying quite intense. <<s Tarnipp>>Chastity is simply the human way to answer this genetic problem, to keep men under check as they struggle with their identity.<</s>> She further explained, <<s Tarnipp>>It's not about taking away their power or anything, but it is about guiding it away from unwanted individuals.<</s>> I looked on with rapt attention as she moved to the nexct slide, seeing exactly that element in action. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-placement.mp4">> <<s Tarnipp>>It's not only about size. It's about privilege, about entitlement being put in place in a way that is more acceptable to society.<</s>> The professor was saying interesting words as the footage on the screen showed that diminishing member. The way it so simply fit into that cage, the way that cage snuggly fit around it... Something about this entire class was slowly getting to me as I watched along. <<if $class.has("Bekham Chastity Deal")>>And imagining my own professor putting something like that on himself was turning me on even more...<</if>> A couple of chairs over, <<light Eric>> was also attending class, though his face exhibited a frown as he tried to understand the layers of the claim. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-procedure.jpg">> The slide switched once more, as the professor continued her speech. <<s Tarnipp>>Chastity cages are also ways to ensure that pleasure can be reached more fully. It is a fantastic way for couples to connect, and helps them find the right balance between life and sex.<</s>> Her words played in my head, making me imagine what that might looks like for my own relationship. <<s Tarnipp>>It is not exclusively for couples, though, as it can also help people explore other dynamics in this new world. One can put on their own chastity, as you saw earlier, or offer someone else the keys as a sign of respect and devotion.<</s>> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>I could feel the clear representation of her words under my clothing, as I realized that the man that trapped me in my own chastity had the keys. The mere thought of what that entailed turned me on, as I realized that the metal contraption did nothing to dissuade me from how I felt.<<else>><<s Eva>>Devotion?<</s>> My friend whispered next to me, taking me away from what was happening on the screen for the moment. She must have been feeling under the weather - I thought - as I saw her red in the face.<</if>> <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-unfit.mp4">> <<s Tarnipp>>Of course, not everyone can fit into chastity, as you can see here.<</s>> Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> was indeed showing some graphic footage, but it could not be denied that there was clear interest in the class for that matter. <<s Tarnipp>>Some men simply have no space in being dominated, as their phalluses are too blig - excuse me, big - to be controlled.<</s>><<if $bbcworld gte 30>><br>//The slip of the tongue must have been intentional. There is no way she didn't mean big black cocks.//<</if>><<if $class.has("Bekham Chastity Deal")>><br><<light Bekham>> in particular was big, but I was confident that I could find a solution to that issue, now that I had him agree to something so extreme...<</if>> My eyes travelled across the class again, and I found <<light Eric>> embarrasingly watching what was happening on the screenm, no wonder weighing in all this information he was gathering. His eyes moved for a moment to catch mine, and I could see a question in them. A question that only I could answer. <div id='choices'><<if $cuck gte 30>><<link "Wink at him">><<pickup $class "Chastity Eric Hint" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I winked at him, letting him know that this entire class was indeed of an interest to me. His shyness was too cute to ignore, as I saw him grow red in the face, realizing what was being said. I wouldn't mind putting a cage around him, and see him squirm under my control. His eyes furtively looked away, as the professor continued her lesson, and as I continued to think about the meaning behind all of this - all that was happening. Especially for him who I've been working on for so long to exert control over. That man that was now shyly avoiding eye contact, who could potentially soon experiment with the teachings of this class, and explore them fully... //I really wanted to see this through.//<<if $class.has("Bekham")>><br>My own professor's mission was still in mind though, and I knew I was running out of time...<</if>> <<link "Ask about female chastity" "Tarnipp Class 6">><<pickup $class "Tarnipp Chastity Ask" 1>><</link>> <<link "Don't do that" "Tarnipp Class 6">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "Eric is not open enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "Better not">><<replace "#choices">>I kept a neutral face, showing him that whatever was happening was not of any particular interest to me. On his end, he simply scoffed, showing his disinterest with what was happening, as I continued watching the professor speak. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>My own professor's mission was still in mind though, and I knew I was running out of time...<<else>>A question, far from masculine urges, came to mind.<</if>> <<link "Ask about female chastity" "Tarnipp Class 6">><<pickup $class "Tarnipp Chastity Ask" 1>><</link>> <<link "Don't do that" "Tarnipp Class 6">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<if $class.has("Tarnipp Chastity Ask")>>Before I could even come forward with my question, I saw a classmate raise her hand.<<else>>I didn't need to consider the question, another decided that it would be important to ask.<</if>> <<pic Christina>><</pic>> <<light Tarnipp>> called upon her to speak. <<s Christina>>What about women?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Women?<</s>> The professor asked. <<s Christina>>Yes, is there chastity for women then? If it's about self-control and preserving of our urges, there should be something for women too, no?<</s>> The whole class turned to look at the professor again. <<if $class.has("Bekham Chastity Deal")>>And to think that I was worried about not being able to get this done... Chastity will look grade on the older man.<</if>> Put in a tight spot, <<light Tarnipp>> had to speak up. <<s Tarnipp>>I will be honest, though I wasn't planning on talking about it, I did see this question being raised.<</s>> She said, <<s Tarnipp>>There is indeed chastity available for women.<</s>> She pulled up a picture to share with the class, one that was equally beautiful as it was interesting to see. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-femdisplay1.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>Female Chastity has existed long ago, maybe even predating men's, as a way for a husband to exert control on his wife.<</s>> She explained, and I noticed the student look on in rapt attention. <<s Tarnipp>>It is used more often as a means of subjugation, and there are sources that show its use in religious settings more often than not.<</s>> She further elaborated, and I couldn't help but make the link between what was being said and the cross that the woman wore around her neck, <<s Tarnipp>>Christianity has long used it, rumors of its use even traded within monasteries.<</s>> I couldn't help but feel weirded out by this entire line of conversation, the picture on the screen switching to show things from a different angle. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-femdisplay2.jpg">> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>I couldn't help but draw conclusions of the resemblance of what was on the screen with what I had under my clothing, controlling and keeping me in check. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, next to me, looked worried for me. I would continue to hope that she would not realize why exactly I was squirming now, the intensity of the moment not lost on me, as I felt myself grow more turned on by the minute. <<else>>Next to me, I could hear <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> give off a whimper, barely perceptible. She must be feeling something bad, I figured, as she looked at the picture on the screen and listened to the professor's explanation. Unless...<</if>> <<s Tarnipp>>Are you interested then, Christina?<</s>> The professor drew a few laughs as she addressed the student who asked the question. That one looked at her with wide eyes, not daring to move her face in any direction to not be misinterpreted in any way. <div id='choices'><<link "Ease the tension by saying that some people here should be wearing one">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I know a few people here that need to be wearing one!<</s>> I looked to ease the tension with a joke. Of all people, <<light Angela>> was quick to add to my comment. <<s Angela>>Starting with you, obviously!<</s>> She quipped, eliciting laughter from people around her. Eyes moved away from the poor girl that simply asked an educational question, and landed on me. Were people anticipating I answer that claim? <<s Yara>>Definitely you too, Angela.<</s>> <<light Yara>> came to my rescue - despite not entirely defending me, <<s Yara>>Maybe then your boyfriend would keep his hands off you and actually win us his swim competitions.<</s>> Laughter erupted at my rival's expense, everyone somehow agreeing with the statement made. There would be a direct proof of the potential need for that chastity later today, as the dreaded swim meet would define the future of this school's hope for a trophy. <<s Tarnipp>>Back to the session at hand.<</s>> The professor decided to interject and bring the conversation back to the class. My eyes caught those of the other student one last time, as I saw her take note of something in her notebook. Her name sounded Christian even... <<light Christina>>? Was she considering that chastity? <<link "Move along" "Tarnipp Class 6">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This is crude, better not do such a thing">><<replace "#choices">>Deciding to remain silent, I knew that the tension would be broken by another. And that other person was none other than the lovely <<light Angela>>, who decided to use that opportunity to push her own agenda forward. <<s Angela>><<print $name>> would surely benefit from wearing one!<</s>> She quipped, eliciting laughter from people around her. Eyes moved away from the poor girl that simply asked an educational question, and landed on me. Were people anticipating I answer that claim? <<s Yara>>You would too, Angela.<</s>> <<light Yara>> came to my rescue - despite not entirely defending me, <<s Yara>>Maybe then your boyfriend would keep his hands off you and actually win us his swim competitions.<</s>> Laughter erupted at my rival's expense, everyone somehow agreeing with the statement made. There would be a direct proof of the potential need for that chastity later today, as the dreaded swim meet would define the future of this school's hope for a trophy. <<s Tarnipp>>Back to the session at hand.<</s>> The professor decided to interject and bring the conversation back to the class. My eyes caught those of the other student one last time, as I saw her take note of something in her notebook. Her name sounded Christian even... <<light Christina>>? Was she considering that chastity? <<link "Move along" "Tarnipp Class 6">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>With class wrapping up, I could see <<light Yara>> stay back for a moment to talk to <<light Tarnipp>>, no wonder about that last part she'd mentioned and female chastity. And though I wanted to stay and listen in on the conversation, I had to admit that there were more pressing matters at hand. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>I still had that dreaded chastity on, and it would continue to be an annoyance until I visited the keyholder to get it off. A game that I was somewhat coerced into, I was now more turned on than I imagined I would be, and knew I needed to deal with it as quickly as possible. <<link "Go to Bekham" "Bekham Post-Meeting 6">><</link>><<else>>I could see <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> rush out of class, and though I was expecting her to head towards more common areas, I saw her walk in the exact opposite direction. //<<light Bekham>>'s office is that way...// That realization brought chills down my spine as I realized that I might well have to follow her there, to make sure that she was safe. But then again... Dare I impose my help - and discover what might be happening between them two? <<link "Follow her there" "Bekham Eva Post-Meeting 6">><</link>> <<link "Give her space" "Post-Chastity Organizing">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-postclass.jpg">> <<s Author>>She didn't bite... She never noticed.<</s>> I admitted to my professor, <<s Author>>Though the topic of female chastity did come up.<</s>> His expression showed frustration mixed with a sense of success, and I understood entirely where he came from. <<s Author>>Can you get me out?<</s>> I asked him, wanting to be released from the jail he'd forced onto me. <<s Bekham>>Should I? It's not an entire success that you come back with...<</s>> I couldn't believe that he'd go back on his deal like that... <<if $class.has("Bekham Chastity Deal")>><<s Author>>Are you afraid of what comes next? Of finding yourself caged and secretely liking it?<</s>> I teased him then, moving ever closer. <<s Author>>You know what our deal was, and I wore your chastity without any argument.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Are you really a man of your word?<</s>> I could see a twitch travel all across his body at this question, as he realized the intensity of my claims, and unconsciously reacted to them. Merged with last session's teachings, it was clear that I was questioning his physical capacities, and he was falling for the trap. <<s Bekham>>You're right. A deal's a deal.<</s>> He said then. <<s Bekham>>You can bring one for next class.<</s>> For the next one... I guess this entire thing will have to wait for a week, though <<light Bekham>> would probably not be the only person finding themselves locking away their masculinity for me... The thoughts of what I'd make people do coursed through me, and my professor could see that it was having its impact on me still.<<else>><<s Author>>Come on, you can't do this to me...<</s>> I spoke with hesitation, realizing just how much control I'd given away to that man, <<s Author>>I did everything you asked for.<</s>> The predatory way with which he was looking at me was sending chills down my spine, and I realized that it was somehow turning me on still. Something about this entire thing was deeply unsettling - and exciting. And he seemed to realize that impact the chastity has had on me...<</if>> <<s Bekham>>It did turn you on to be wearing this chastity in class, in secret, no one knowing anything about it.<</s>> He teased accurately. <<s Bekham>>Come on, admit it.<</s>> I knew that admiting it would give him more power - but then again, maybe that's exactly what that man likes, I figured. Unfortunately as well, I knew that admiting it meant almost begging him to do something about it; and maybe I wanted to do that too... <div id='choices'><<link "Admit it">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-horny.mp4">> I didn't need to use my words as he bent me over his desk and allowed his hand to explore my body. And yet I did, vocalizing my feelings and making the admission he demanded of me. <<s Author>>It was really hot to not have control, and to have people talk about me without knowing it.<</s>> I admitted as I felt his roaming hands give me what I'd suddenly been craving for. Simply because I didn't receive it at a time I shouldn't have, I now needed his hands on me. Unlike what I had in mind before, there was an intense struggle to accept what he was doing to me, as I realized how the chastity had its reverse effect on my body and psyche. I wanted - no needed - his attention, and it was because he'd denied me for a moment. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-fingering.jpg">> For a moment there, my mind travelled a bit further away as I realized that what was happening was probably cheating - in more ways than one - but I couldn't deny myself the satisfaction of having his body on mine. I needed the attention he was offering, just because it was momentarily denied from anyone. I knew I was going crazy, I knew that the emotions coursing through me were manipulation, but I didn't care. I came at the expert manipulations of my professor, moaning out my excitement to be receiving his love and attention. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor/partner looked at me with intensity in his eyes, studying my every move as I squirmed underneath him. <<s Bekham>>I'm proud of you for making it to that university.<</s>> He said with a smile, finally acknowledging our work and what we had to do to get there, as his fingers continued to explore my folds. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without you.<</s>> I admitted with a smile back as my lips pursed to find his, a shared kiss sealing the intensity of the moment between us. <<s Bekham>>Unfortunately I am not going to be able to toy with you tonight, so how about we make it up with some more fun now before you head out to that swim meet of yours?<</s>> I smiled sweetly at him. <<s Author>>I wouldn't mind being a bit late for what's waiting next.<</s>> I quipped, <<s Author>>And you're looking pretty hard to me...<</s>> <<link "Enjoy his body" "Bekham Date 3">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Post-Chastity Organizing">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I won't give him the satisfaction">><<replace "#choices">>I needed to be strong. If not for me, then for the relationship I had. I wouldn't allow that predatory man the control that he seeks to exert on me, and I would continue to prove myself in control of my own mind and body. <<s Author>>It was more scary than fun.<</s>> I made the realization, <<s Author>>I don't think it's really my kind of thing, actually.<</s>> His scrutiny intensified, and there was clear disappointment in the way he was looking at me. <<s Bekham>>I didn't expect that from you, I will admit.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. <<s Author>>It's the honest truth. I understand what you were hoping for, but it's not me.<</s>> A weird sense of understanding, of respect, prevailed between us. I had made it through his trials and tribulations, and yet stayed strong. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor/partner looked at me with intensity in his eyes, studying my every move. <<s Bekham>>Good job on getting your application accepted.<</s>> He said with a smile, finally relenting and acknowledging our work and what we had to do to get there just yesterday. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without you.<</s>> I admitted with a smile to my partner, accepting the sweetness of the moment following the odd admission we had to travel through. <<s Bekham>>Unfortunately I am not going to be able to toy with you tonight, so how about we make it up with some fun now before you head out to that swim meet of yours?<</s>> I smiled sweetly at him. <<s Author>>I wouldn't mind being a bit late for what's waiting next.<</s>> I quipped. <<link "Enjoy his body" "Bekham Date 3">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Post-Chastity Organizing">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-horny.mp4">> Seeing her bent over his desk, with his hands roaming under her skirt, was not at all what I imagined I'd come across as I looked into <<light Bekham>>'s office. Yet here she was, allowing him to explore her body, in worrying fashion. Until I saw what was underneath - and my fears were confirmed. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-postclass.jpg">> The supposedly innocent girl was sporting a naughty secret, the exact topic of the class we were privy to. I was barely able to hear them speak, though there was something entirely worrying about the fact that these two were engaging in such behavior in the middle of school. <<s Eva>>She didn't call on me. Barely anyone knew.<</s>> She said to her professor, the person who had the keys to her chastity in hand - yet was still lording that fact over her. <<s Bekham>>Then your mission was not accomplished.<</s>> He said, <<s Bekham>>Why should I let you out?<</s>> There was a weird teasing happening right then in front of me, as I witnessed firsthand the control that the man would have on the innocent girl thanks to the chastity he'd placed on her. She whimpered under him, and a part of me wanted to go to her aid. //But do what?// <<s Eva>>I swear I did my best. I think <<print $name>> knew about it. But it wasn't enough for Tarnipp to know. Please!<</s>> She was getting desperate, it seemed, and the fact that my name was dropped just like that was a jolt to my spine. <<s Bekham>>You look too cute when you're desperate, you naughty girl.<</s>> The domineering man was intensely controlling the situation, and I could see her succumb to his games, <<s Bekham>>I'll let you out, a deal's a deal.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-eva-unchaste.mp4">> I couldn't believe it. As soon as the man had let her free, <<light Belle>> was quick to start playing with herself right then and there, desperately seeking the pleasure that had been denied to her. She couldn't handle even 1 hour being caged in class, and she was already acting like a wanton slut. But there was something oddly alluring about this thing, the fact that she'd been denied turning her on even more... I could see the appeal, and that felt dangerous to me. <<s Bekham>>I knew it was all an act.<</s>> The domineering professor said as he saw her play with herself, and further acknowledged the state of the chastity he had in hand - dripping with her love juices. <<s Bekham>>A slut under nerdy clothing.<</s>> I couldn't help but agree, especially with the way that girl was looking right now. And yet, there was something oddly enticing about this entire situation, seeing them play with one another like that, seeing this odd relationship between the two of them. <<light Belle>> was a slut, and I was watching her have more fun than she'd ever had in her life. Was that jealousy I was feeling? Did I want to join her? Thoughts coursed through my head as I saw her satisfy herself in that odd position under her dominant professor, realizing that I wouldn't mind trading places with her - and dreading what that meant for me...<<else>><<light Eva>> looked at the man with teary eyes, not wanting to admit the emotional impact this entire thing must have had on her. And I felt pity for her, before hearing the man speak up. <<s Bekham>>Be honest. Did you like it?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I hate that I loved it.<</s>> The dangerous admission played in my mind as I slowly moved away, seeing her put on her clothing in preparation to leave. <<light Eva>> was falling down a rabbit hole with that man, and I didn't know if I could follow to keep her safe... A talk would definitely be needed...<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>To see my secret partner here, engaged in such a play... I didn't know if I was jealous of her or him. I knew I wanted a part in this, in some way. I wanted to compete, to find my place. I needed it.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Post-Chastity Organizing">><</link>>

<<vid "classes/bekham-classes/post-class-date1.mp4">> Our bodies moved in tandem, a true heat rising through us as we continued grinding against one another with a clear intensity. <<s Author>>Oh fuck you're horny.<</s>> I teased, knowing that it was true. <<s Bekham>>So are you, leaking like a faucet.<</s>> He was right, and we both knew it. <<s Bekham>>I've been horny this entire morning, thinking about you behind that chastity.<</s>> <<s Author>>Me too. Thinking you had the keys.<</s>> Admitting it didn't hurt me, and turned him on even more. <<s Bekham>>Ever tried anal?<</s>> He asked. <<s Author>>Not with anyone.<</s>> I admitted yet again. <<s Bekham>>Give me.<</s>> He said, moving himself out. I decided I needed to tease him, make him work for it. I tried to move away, dropping to my knees and moving my ass enticingly at him. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/post-class-date2.mp4">> He rushed to put me in my place, enjoying my curves a bit too much. <<s Author>>Oh fuck watch it take it easy!<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You like it like that.<</s>> I couldn't deny it to him, I did. There was something hot about losing control to this man, who was twice my age. Something undeniably wrong. <<s Author>>Fuck fuck fuck.<</s>> I'd say between moans, pain and pleasure merging to attack my sense. <<s Bekham>>You know, you'd make a way better fuck if you had bigger boobs.<</s>> He said so matter-of-factly, in such non-chalance, that I found myself actually considering it. <<s Bekham>>Make you way more desirable to a man like me.<</s>> I moaned out. He was right. <<s Bekham>>I know it's your birthday today.<</s>> He added, <<s Bekham>>Your transplant is my gift.<</s>> I was so close to the edge, the words he was saying a deep, unsettling turn on. //Dare I?// <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 120 and $subdom lte -50>><<link "I'll do that for you">><<pickup $thoughts "Bigger Boobs Gift" 1 "Bigger Boobs" 1 "Bigger Boobs Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'll do it. For you.<</s>> I said, moaning out loud as an orgasm rocked through me. That was my birthday gift, and my lover was fixing my body to better suit his needs. The turn on I felt was immense, an intense feeling of need and insecurity being filled with his guidance. He wanted me to have bigger boobs, and it seemed like the best way to ensure that I remain attractive to him. He deserved it after all, didn't he? <<s Author>>I'll get a boobjob for you, daddy!<</s>> I moaned out. <<s Bekham>>Good girl.<</s>> He said as he emptied himself in me, thankfully in the wrong hole. Or maybe the right one, I didn't know anymore. <<s Bekham>>Now you better get dressed and go to that swim meet, and get that transplant before next friday.<</s>> He warned. I was more than eager to please him. <<s Bekham>>And keep calling me daddy. I like it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes... Daddy.<</s>> <<if $club.has("Cheerleading")>>It was time for me to join the cheerleaders during that meet! <<link "Join the Cheerleaders" "Swim Meet 4 Cheer">><</link>><<else>><<link "Let's go watch the swim meet!" "Swim Meet 4">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll do that for you" "Not open (120) or submissive (50) enough.">><</if>> <<link "I'm not into that">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I don't see myself doing that.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Shame.<</s>> He couldn't hide his disappointment. <<s Bekham>>Guess your fat ass will do instead.<</s>> His spanks would continue to berate me until he emptied himself in my ass, leaving me vulnerable underneath him. <<s Bekham>>You better get dressed and go to that swim meet.<</s>> Did I just deny his gift? No wonder he was a bit sour now. <<s Author>>I'm sorry daddy, I just don't see myself with bigger boobs.<</s>> He looked at me intently. <<s Bekham>>I like that. Keep calling me daddy and it's water under the bridge.<</s>> I was more than eager to follow that request. <<if $club.has("Cheerleading")>>It was time for me to join the cheerleaders during that meet! <<link "Join the Cheerleaders" "Swim Meet 4 Cheer">><</link>><<else>><<link "Let's go watch the swim meet!" "Swim Meet 4">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $work.has("Maria Photoshoot Tarnipp")>>I could hear people moving around the school corridors as I walked back from the office and the activity that happened within, when I found myself passing in front of <<light Tarnipp>>'s class once more. I could hear talking inside, encouragements of sorts, though I realized that I'd have to be more courageous if I wanted to find out what was behind closed doors... And a part of me was truly interested in discovering what my attractive professor might be up to... <<linkreplace "Sneak a peek">><<pickup $friendsevents "Maria Tarnipp Scene 1" 1>><<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt1.jpg">> Right there with <<light Tarnipp>> was none other than <<light Maria>>, two mature women currently playing their games in enticing fashion. I couldn't help but feel that my actions are the ones that directly led to this thing happening here, as I tried to understand what it would mean for the future of my interactions with the mature woman. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/mt2.jpg">> <<light Maria>> was an eager follower as the professor led the action, guiding her movements in the way she wanted them, enjoying the power that she held over her lover and embracing her with an undeniable passion. I'd imagined that the next time I'd see these two interacting, it would be back at S&M, where I helped one look at the other, enjoy her body. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/mt3.jpg">> Though now they were clearly enjoying each other more than I ever would. What would the social butterfly do, seeing <<light Maria>> lowered to worship on <<light Tarnipp>>'s loving altar? What would anyone do if they heard the moans that I currently was, noticing that I was having this private time only because I was beeing late to a swim meet... <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/mt4.jpg">> <<light Tarnipp>> seemed to swim in <<light Maria>>'s juices, enjoying her body fully as she used her finger and words to tease her. <<s Tarnipp>>You're incredibly wet for someone that claims not to like women.<</s>> There was no use denying it anymore, honestly, <<light Maria>> was a fletching lesbian, and every movement she made was a proof of it. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt5.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>It's okay to let go. I know you're attracted to me.<</s>> The professor was putting a clinic of sapphic seduction, and I felt lucky to be a witness to this fantastic scene unfolding in front of my own eyes. Here she was moments ago talking about chastity, and yet she was being the most immense turn on possible, seducing a parent right in their child's school. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/mt6.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>You have a sexy body, worthy of the clothing from S&M.<</s>> She teased the mature woman, <<s Tarnipp>>I'm sure <<print $name>>'s mouth waters over you too.<</s>> Mentioning me in that moment felt out of left field, and in my fear I moved out of sight, hoping that I was not discovered. Yet my mind reeled, I needed to see more, I needed to witness the ultimate seduction of the mature woman. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt7.jpg">> The sight that greeted me was excitingly hot, the white woman on her knees in worship of the other woman's ass, showing ultimate devotion to the woman that was controlling the whole situation. A fantastically hot sight, enticingly naughty. I looked on with avid appreciation as I saw this active seduction, hearing the moans that the black woman was offering, happy that she wasn't looking my way. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/mt10.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>I just taught them about chastity... Think I should make you wear some?<</s>> The mature black woman teased, the idea of the mother being placed under her control a huge turn on to everyone involved. <<s Maria>>Mmmm Fuckkk..<</s>> The mother moaned into the ass she was worshipping, and I could see how much this thing turned her on. It seemed to me like <<light Tarnipp>> was equally aware of the situation, jumping at the occasion to dominate the white woman. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt8.jpg">> Legs spread, <<light Maria>> was defenseless against <<light Tarnipp>>'s oral assault, as that woman got to work on her wet folds, eating her out like a fancy meal that would encourage as you went. And go she did, licking away with such fervor and passion that I could only laugh at the dichotomy of things: Threatening a cage before playing with that which was to be locked away. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt9.jpg">> It seemed to work, as the slupring continued to become more wet, more needy, more aggressive. <<light Maria>>'s moans started to rise, and <<light Tarnipp>> continued to entice her to do so. <<s Tarnipp>>Say it out loud, you cheat. Say how much you love me.<</s>> She ordered. And quickly following that command, <<light Maria>> all but sang her praise, admitting just how much she was loving this. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt13.jpg">> <<s Maria>>I fucking love this! I love your body on mine. You're so good.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Better than your husband?<</s>> <<s Maria>>He's never made me cum.<</s>> The married mother of one admitted, receiving the love that she'd been craving. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/mt11.jpg">> Kisses started getting traded between the two of them, as <<light Maria>> whimpered and moaned against the adult black woman's body. <<s Maria>>Fuck... I- I can't handle this. Fuck!<</s>> The moans she was giving out were growing with intensity, and she looked scared. <<s Maria>>What's happening?<</s>> The mother worriedly asked. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt12.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>You're about to cum, that's what's happening.<</s>> The experienced black woman answered her, attacking both lips once more, grinding herself against the white woman. <<s Maria>>Oh fuckkkk!!<</s>> The intense moan filled the room as the inexperienced lady shook under the control of her black lover, the ebony beauty showing her just how much her body was in need of that kind of attention. <<s Tarnipp>>Best part about sensitive pussies? Their taste.<</s>> The professor expertly continued her oral assault of the mother's lips, getting down to her knees to offer the mature woman a kind of loving she'd never received. At least, not in this intensity. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/mt14.jpg">> And when her eyes caught mine as she did it, I knew I was in trouble. Yet I couldn't look away as I saw the sealing of the mother's fate, as she continued to moan in acceptance and submission. I feared what my next time meeting <<light Tarnipp>> would bring... Yet could do nothing about it now. I was already late.<</linkreplace>> <<link "Move along to the swim meet">><<if $club.has("Cheerleading")>><<goto "Swim Meet 4 Cheer">><<else>><<goto "Swim Meet 4">><</if>><</link>> <<else>>The excitement of students could not be ignored as everyone started to head towards the gymanium, looking to visit the adjacent pool. Our swim meet was right around the corner, and we were about to see if we're staying in the competition or if <<light Matthew>> would fumble the ball same as last week and forever be the person who lost us our big chance. <<if $club.has("Cheerleading")>>It was time for me to join the cheerleaders during that meet! <<link "Join the Cheerleaders" "Swim Meet 4 Cheer">><</link>><<else>><<link "Let's go watch!" "Swim Meet 4">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/stunned.jpg">> <<if $class.has("Bekham Chastity Deal")>><<s Author>>You heard that right, time for you to slip into chastity!<</s>> I was keen on seeing this agreement through, on seeing this man suffer the way I had last week when he had me caged in class. Now, it was his turn to follow that game and accept the cage around his penis, to take on this submissive role and embrace the naughty repercussions of his agreement. <<s Bekham>>Are you sure this needs to be done?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you not a MAN of your word?<</s>> The way he hesitated at that made me smile internally, as I could clearly see the convoluted double standards I was putting in place. If he was man enough, he'd follow through on his words. If he was man enough, he wouldn't succumb to chastity from a girl half his age. There was no way for him to win, and he knew it. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-lockon-bekham.mp4">> Placing the cage on my professor's cock proved to be a challenge - yet a welcome one - and one I was enjoying greatly. <<s Author>>Stop twitching.<</s>> I ordered the man that was having his freedom locked away at my hands. <<s Bekham>>It's really tight.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's because you're turned on, you creep.<</s>> I said to him, teasing him over the entire situation, <<s Author>>You'll get used to it soon enough.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Couldn't you have found something bigger than this?<</s>> He was desperate, and I was loving it. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/chastity-lockon-bekham2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Standard size. Stop thinking of my blowing you off or playing with your locked cock and maybe then you won't hurt so much, you naughty, naughty man.<</s>> His cock twitching in its cage was a fantastic sight, and I laughed while seeing it, realizing just how far along on his journey that man already was. A naughty, sexy, enticing development that would see him squirming. <<s Bekham>>You'll unlock me straight after class, right?<</s>> Oh the desperation in his voice was beautiful! <<s Author>>Will you be present at the easter party?<</s>> I asked pointedly. He gave a groan. <<s Author>>You're chaperoning again, let's leave it till then!<</s>> I quipped, knowing the effect I was having on him. His groan came a bit softer this time, accepting my control. This man would soon realize just what it meant to give me the keys to his masculinity... For now, I had a class to attend, and he had a class to suffer too. I could only imagine what would be happening at his end, a class full of students that see him as alpha and not know that he's actually caged by me. How enticing.<<else>><<s Bekham>>What are you doing here?<</s>> My professor - And spymaster I guess? - asked me as he saw me get inside his office. <<s Author>>I... Don't we usually meet up before class for a plan?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Better not do that now, <<print $name>>. We'll get a chance to talk further in the Easter Party.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're chaperoning again?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Yes. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to prepare for my class.<</s>> Something about this encounter felt odd, but I wasn't going to ask any more questions about it. After all, I couldn't even begin to imagine what that man might choose to do with me after what he's done last time... For now, I had a class to attend to.<</if>> <<link "Go to class" "Tarnipp Class 7">><</link>>

<<pic Tarnipp>><</pic>> <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" and $class.has("Bekham")>><<pickup $class "Advantage Tarnipp" 1>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>, I want you to stay after class please.<</s>> With that singular sentence, I was left thinking about what she might want from me for the entire class, not knowing what to expect from it. With everything that had been happening behind the scenes with <<light Bekham>>, I had an inling of what this might be about, though I was yet to find out. My mistress <<light Yara>> looked at me reassuringly from across the room as I realized that she'd be there for what was to come. After all, she had my back regardless. <<linkreplace "Check what Tarnipp has in store">><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Along with Tarnipp">><<s Tarnipp>>Why are you here?<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> Everyone gone, <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> stayed behind with me as <<light Tarnipp>> asked me her questions. <<s Tarnipp>>Why are you no longer in Bekham's classes? What did he send you to do?<</s>> I thought I'd have more time to spy on her before I was investigated myself. And with the way <<light Bekham>> had talked to me last, I figured he might have something to do with the sudden scrutiny, though I didn't know what it was. My mistress decided to speak for me. <<s Yara>>She's supposed to spy on you, though I'm not sure how that helps him.<</s>> She revealed, changing the approach entirely. <<s Tarnipp>>I knew I could count on you, Yara.<</s>> The professor said, almost ignoring me despite me being the topic of conversation. <<s Tarnipp>>Seems like you've taken my training to heart too.<</s>> <<light Yara>> simply placed her hand on my shoulder, lowering me to the ground. <<pichalf "classes/switch-inplace.jpg">> Here I was, in a room with a professor, another pet, and my mistress, and I was on my knees in the most vulnerable of positions. //I was not the hero of this story, I was but a pawn to be toyed with,// I realized. <<s Tarnipp>>And what do we do to submissives who've been unruly?<</s>> The answer was already known to my mistress. It wasn't long before I was well in position to receive a rightful spanking. <<vid "classes/switch-spanking.mp4">> <<light Bekham>> had ignored me today, these women were making sure I was seen being humiliated, but also being put in my place. <<s Tarnipp>>Bekham moving against me is quite the revelation.<</s>> The confident professor spoke, <<s Tarnipp>>And though we might be too late for it, I'm considering something to be done tonight.<</s>> <<s Yara>>What are you suggesting?<</s>> My mistress asked. It was like I wasn't there, as they planned for their evening at the party. It seemed like they had plans for my spymaster, and were about to have them unravel tonight. I knew I'd have something to do, though I trusted my mistress to guide me when the time came. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<pickup $class "Advantage Tarnipp" 1>><<s Tarnipp>>Eva, I will need you to stay after class.<</s>> <<light Tarnipp>> was keen on getting answers from my fellow sub as she continued to give her class on morality, the knowledge I held about her activities guiding my thoughts, as I realized that there was to be an important conversation soon. The fact that <<light Yara>> was looking at our nerdy submissive reassuringly told me that she'd be there to help with whatever came next... As would I. <<linkreplace "Check what Tarnipp has in store">><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Along with Tarnipp">><<s Tarnipp>>Why are you here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>What do you mean?<</s>> Everyone gone, <<light Yara>> and I stayed behind with <<light Eva>> as <<light Tarnipp>> asked her questions. <<s Tarnipp>>Why are you no longer in Bekham's classes? What did he send you to do?<</s>> <<light Eva>> must have hoped for a different outcome from this, but unfortunately for her, she was stuck having to answer for her actions a bit too soon. Thankfully for her though, our mistress was already answering the teacher's question for her, taking the lead as she always does. <<s Yara>>She's supposed to spy on you, though I'm not sure how that helps him.<</s>> She revealed, changing the approach entirely. <<s Tarnipp>>I knew I could count on you, Yara.<</s>> The professor said, almost ignoring the pet in question despite her being the topic of conversation. <<s Tarnipp>>Seems like you've taken my training to heart too.<</s>> <<light Yara>> simply placed her hand on my shoulder, lowering me to the ground ahead of doing the same to <<light Eva>>. <<pichalf "classes/switch-inplace.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>Not only one of them, but two I see.<</s>> The professor said then, seeing me down on my knees alongside my pet. <<s Tarnipp>>You're excelling.<</s>> Here we were, two pets in a room with a professor and our mistress, on our knees in the most vulnerable of positions. //I was not the hero of this story, I was but a pawn to be toyed with,// I realized, as I thought that I didn't need to be showing my subsrvience in this situation, but was. <<s Tarnipp>>And what do we do to submissives who've been unruly?<</s>> The answer was already known to my mistress. It wasn't long before my fellow sub was well in position to receive a rightful spanking. <<vid "classes/switch-spanking.mp4">> These women were making sure to show <<light Eva>> her place, and I was a direct witness of it all, realizing that it could have been me in that position, had I accepted <<light Bekham>>'s offer all this time ago. Thankfully, I had listened to my mistress' request back then, taking it as a command, and was now reaping the benefit of that act. <<s Tarnipp>>Bekham moving against me is quite the revelation.<</s>> The confident professor spoke, <<s Tarnipp>>And though we might be too late for it, I'm considering something to be done tonight.<</s>> <<s Yara>>What are you suggesting?<</s>> My mistress asked. It was like neither of us two pets were there, as they planned for their evening at the party. It seemed like they had plans for <<light Eva>>'s spymaster, and were about to have them unravel tonight. I knew I'd have something to do, though I trusted my mistress to guide me when the time came. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" and $class.has("Bekham")>><<pickup $class "Advantage Bekham" 1>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>, I want you to stay after class please.<</s>> With that singular sentence, I was left thinking about what she might want from me for the entire class, not knowing what to expect from it. With everything that had been happening behind the scenes with <<light Bekham>>, I had an inling of what this might be about, though I was yet to find out. My two pets <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> looked at me reassuringly from across the room as I realized that they'd want to be there for what was to come. After all, they were worried about their partner, not knowing exactly what was to happen with her. It was sweet to see. <<linkreplace "Check what Tarnipp has in store">><<s Tarnipp>>Why are you here?<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> Everyone gone, <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> stayed behind with me as <<light Tarnipp>> asked me her questions. <<s Tarnipp>>Why are you no longer in Bekham's classes? What did he send you to do?<</s>> I thought I'd have more time to spy on her before I was investigated myself. And with the way <<light Bekham>> had talked to me last, I figured he might have something to do with the sudden scrutiny, though I didn't know what it was. <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> looked to me to lead them, knowing that any step out of line would put all three of us in danger. <<s Tarnipp>>Something is off with this entire thing, and I can't quite place my finger on it.<</s>> The professor said, <<s Tarnipp>>Though I have to admit, with the way you're treating these two, it seems like you're taking to my teaching way better than anyone else.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm a good learner.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>And I want to learn from someone who knows what she's doing.<</s>> I was trying to win her over. <<s Tarnipp>>Of course, flattery will get you a lot of places. But I'm quite sure that true character will get you further.<</s>> She said, turning her attention to my pets. <<s Tarnipp>>Isn't that right, girls?<</s>> Their nod was almost imperceptible, but warned me of the danger of the encounter. <<s Author>>I see what game this is.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>You have yet a lot to learn, if that's really what you want.<</s>> She said, as she looked me up and down. A part of me wanted to follow that game of hers, to see where she would take things. Another wanted nothing more than to be out of this entire thing. <<pichalf "classes/switch-inplace.jpg">> The fact that <<light Bekham>> barely spared me any time didn't help with the coming decision either, I had to say. <div id='choices'><<link "Have my pets snap out of it">><<pickup $class "Confronted Tarnipp" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let her continue her game for too long, as I looked to regain control over my pets. <<s Author>>Leave us please.<</s>> I said to them, my order followed quite quickly albeit a bit relunctantly. Curiosity was a dangerous thing. On both my pets and the conniving woman in front of me. <<s Tarnipp>>The control you have over your pets is cute.<</s>> The professor I was now faced off against said. <<s Author>>Watch out, Ms. Tarnip.<</s>> I didn't care about appearances anymore. If I was to make a threat, I needed it well heard. <<s Author>>Curiosity kills cats who stray too far.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Oh your loyalties are clear as day.<</s>> The professor said then, eager to continue whatever game she thought we were playing. <<s Author>>So is your true character.<</s>> Our stares would lead us nowhere, the coming event probably the height of our confrontation, knowing now that there was a tension between us. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Play along, for now">><<pickup $class "Appeased Tarnipp" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Think I've been bad?<</s>> I asked, sultrily, as I pouted at her. <<s Tarnipp>>You could have a lesson or two.<</s>> In turning her attention to me, I was making sure that she'd moved away from my own pets. Though it was a surprise what I'd have to do to ensure that she was appeased. <<vid "classes/switch-spanking.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was ordered to spank me, and she wanted to do her best at it. <<s Yara>>Is this good enough?<</s>> <<light Tarnipp>> could not hide her disappointment at the way the once dominant woman was conducting herself. <<s Author>>Your teachings have failed you, professor.<</s>> I said to her, knowing that things were going more my way than hers. <<s Author>>Some simply have a natural ability, unlike the submissive woman here.<</s>> I moved closer to the professor. <<s Author>>Wanna see?<</s>> <<vid "classes/switch-cunni2.mp4">> I didn't need an invitation to strip her of her clothes and show her what natural ability I was talking about. <<s Author>>I am here because I find you attractive, professor. And because I want to make sure my pets have the right education.<</s>> Her moans were like a melody to my ears, enticingly beautiful and needy. <<s Author>>Who cares about your rival, when you can see that I'm way too much challenge for you.<</s>> She was losing her mind, and I was winning this interaction. I could feel it. <<vid "classes/switch-domme.mp4">> <<s Author>>I might have a lot to learn,<</s>> I lied, <<s Author>>But I also know just how much you need a strong hand.<</s>> My fingers pushed deeper. <<s Author>>That's why I'm here. To offer you what you crave.<</s>> I didn't care for their games. But If I got to toy with both as things went along, I wouldn't shy away from that. They needed to be put into place, after all. Just like my pets did. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<s Tarnipp>>Eva, I will need you to stay after class.<</s>> <<light Tarnipp>> seemed to want to get to the bottom of my submissive's deal with <<light Bekham>>, something that could potentially spell danger to her in her personals goals. I knew that my pet would want my support, as I showed her reassuring confidence, excepting the coming conversation to be a difficult one, although it would finally balance out things beautifully... Hopefully. <<linkreplace "Check what Tarnipp has in store">><<s Tarnipp>>Why are you here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>What do you mean?<</s>> Everyone gone, <<light Yara>> and I stayed behind with <<light Eva>> as <<light Tarnipp>> asked her questions. <<s Tarnipp>>Why are you no longer in Bekham's classes? What did he send you to do?<</s>> <<light Eva>> must have hoped for a different outcome from this, but unfortunately for her, she was stuck having to answer for her actions a bit too soon. Thankfully for her though, I was there to take the lead from her, and address the situation, guide her in what she was to do. <div id='choices'><<link "Encourage Eva">><<pickup $class "Advantage Tarnipp" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Come on Eva, answer the professor.<</s>> I encouraged my pet to talk. Thankfully, I had another pet here that was more than willing to be involved in what was to happen. <<s Yara>>She... Bekham wants her to spy on you to undermine you, Ms. Tarnipp.<</s>> <<light Yara>> decided to speak. <<s Tarnipp>>Yara, how long have you known and not spoke?<</s>> The ebony professor looked for an answer, but was not going to get it. <<s Author>>You've been wanting to tell me about it, haven't you?<</s>> I asked MY pet. <<s Yara>>Yeah, I just... I don't like the guy.<</s>> <<light Tarnipp>> watched the control I had over my pet, and seemed to understand the dynamics of things a bit better now. <<s Tarnipp>>How beautiful to see someone being put in her place like that. Here I thought Yara was the one with the pants.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's a lot you thought wrong, Tarnipp.<</s>> I answered her. <<s Tarnipp>>What will you do about Eva though?<</s>> She was almost challenging me. <<s Author>>Unruly subs need to be reminded their places.<</s>> Was my simple answer before I'd positioned her exactly where she needed to be. <<vid "classes/switch-spanking.mp4">> <<s Tarnipp>>How beautiful.<</s>> I could see appreciation in <<light Tarnipp>>'s eyes as she saw the vulnerability of <<light Eva>> in my hands, while <<light Yara>> also witnessed this scene alongside us. <<s Author>>I've got a tight leash on both of them, as I'm sure you know well by now.<</s>> I told my professor with the confidence that I've grown to carry. <<s Tarnipp>>And how open are you to sharing?<</s>> She was clearly in need. And I didn't mind. <<vid "classes/switch-watching.mp4">> <<light Eva>> being disciplined in my hands, <<light Yara>> ended up showing a deep love to my professor as our early noon was spent enjoying both my subs in the classroom, knowing that the topic of <<light Bekham>> would be broached later on. For now though, we'd enjoy what having two submissives will bring, with my plans for more already in motion. Though there was now the question of what position <<light Tarnipp>> would take with me. <<s Tarnipp>>Mmm... Will you help me take care of Bekham?<</s>> She asked between moans. I smiled, having her right where I needed her. <<s Author>>Pets you can go prepare for the party.<</s>> I ordered the two submissives who were all too eager to serve. <<vid "classes/switch-domme.mp4">> Moments later, being serviced by my adult professor, her sexy lips on mine, I was formulating a plan with her. <<s Author>>If you guarantee my grade as well as my pets, we could figure something out.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>It's my job on the line. Yes.<</s>> The reversal of roles, albeit momentary, felt right. She might have been the one to teach me about dominance these past couple of months, but at the end of the day; those who can't do, teach. And I'm someone that gets things done. Including my professor. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This is not happening. Save her.">><<pickup $class "Advantage Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to be putting my pet in danger, or have her answer any of the drilling questions that our professor was going to ask, and while I respected her authority, I also knew what needed to be done in this moment. <<s Author>>Are you denying her education simply because she's left his classes?<</s>> I asked the professor, who was weirded out by my interjection. No time to lose. <<s Author>>Eva has nothing to hide, the man was trying to get her to do something she objected to and she decided to move away.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Is that so, Eva?<</s>> The professor asked then, wanting an answer out of her. My cute pet only nodded as an answer, sealing that conversation once and for all. Whatever was happening behind the scenes with <<light Bekham>>, it seemed that it was ramping up. Him being a chaperone for tonight's event guarantees that I'd get to talk to him about it once and for all myself, without having <<light Tarnipp>> budge her nose into it. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $class.has("Bekham")>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>, I want you to stay after class please.<</s>> With that singular sentence, I was left thinking about what she might want from me for the entire class, not knowing what to expect from it. With everything that had been happening behind the scenes with <<light Bekham>>, I had an inkling of what this might be about, though I was yet to find out. I knew, going into this, that I'd have to do my best to ensure I kept the ruse going... Unless I was eventually going to turn on <<light Bekham>>... <<linkreplace "Check what Tarnipp has in store">><<s Tarnipp>>Why are you here?<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> Everyone gone, only I remained as <<light Tarnipp>> asked me her questions. <<s Tarnipp>>Why are you no longer in Bekham's classes? What did he send you to do?<</s>> I thought I'd have more time to spy on her before I was investigated myself. And with the way <<light Bekham>> had talked to me last, I figured he might have something to do with the sudden scrutiny, though I didn't know what it was. <<s Author>>I'm not sure I understand what you mean...<</s>> I spoke with hesitation. <<s Tarnipp>>It's simple, <<print $name>>. Bekham didn't show remotely enough disdain towards you when I spoke to him about it.<</s>> She explained, <<s Tarnipp>>There must be a reason behind it.<</s>> Him dropping the ball like that... There was something worrying about the whole thing, I had to admit. <<s Author>>Maybe he's more mature than he's letting on?<</s>> I said then, wanting to explain away his behavior. She didn't seem to buy my explanation, still looking at me intently. The fact that <<light Bekham>> barely spared me any time didn't help with the coming decision either, I had to say. <div id='choices'><<link "I'm not doing this">><<pickup $class "Advantage Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm not sure what you want me to say.<</s>> I said to her then, <<s Author>>Bekham has his reasons to do what he does, and I have my reasons. I wanted distance, and I got it.<</s>> She raised an eyebrow. <<s Author>>It was just toxic.<</s>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My relationship with the professor might have been toxic, but I didn't really care. In that moment, it made me feel hot hiding this even bigger secret from everyone, and it was even more exciting knowing that I got to enjoy him in private.<</if>> I wanted to create distance from this entire encounterhere as I walked out, knowing that the coming event would see them both as chaperone, and a confrontation that I didn't know I was quite ready for. Though in denying her my answer, I may have inadvenrtently helped the other person... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Play along, for now">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/switch-cunni1.mp4">> I figured it would be nice to play both sides of the coin for now, on top whichever way it landed. And to show my subservience, I needed to be vocal - I mean oral - about it. My lips found her nether ones, bringing her a pleasure she clearly craved, as I looked to dissuade her attention with the lie I was concocting. <<s Author>>Honestly, it's not about him, professor. It's about you.<</s>> The tension between us two was riding to a crescendo, and we were finally accepting that we may make a good match like this. <<vid "classes/switch-cunni2.mp4">> And so, lips on lips, I served my professor, though I could feel a tightening of her legs around me as she felt orgasms course through her. There was a beauty in playing this kind of spy game, seeing what made the woman tick, and knowing just how sensitive her clit was. <<if $subdom gte 40>><<vid "classes/switch-domme.mp4">> I wasn't going to let go of that feeling, though, as I continued to play with her folds, wanting the professor to lose her mind at my fingertips. I was already toying with the other professor, the man wrapped around my finger. Why not finger his counterpart too, ensuring that I'd end up on top by the end of this entire ordeal?<</if>> Cards in my hand, I received my thanks from the professor, eagerly anticipating the coming party, and the intense moments that were soon to follow. Things were coming to a head, and I felt like I had a say in which of the chaperones would end up victorious. <<vid "classes/switch-goodjob.mp4">><<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><br>//My secret partner would be proud of my manipulation.// I thought to myself as I imagined what might be in store soon.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<else>><<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Tarnipp>>Belle, I will need you to stay after class please.<</s>> <<light Tarnipp>> seemed to want to get to the bottom of my bimbo friend's deal with <<light Bekham>>, and it looked like the once-nerd was more than willing to confront that woman's decisions, a clear goal in mind and a dangerous look in her eyes. There was definitely something in store here, and I felt like it would be really easy to watch it all unfold. <<else>><<s Tarnipp>>Eva, I will need you to stay after class please.<</s>> <<light Tarnipp>> seemed to want to get to the bottom of the supposed spy's involvement with <<light Bekham>>, the way these classes have progressed this far being oddly calm with her. There was definitely something at play here, and I felt partly compelled to keep an eye out on what would be happening, <<light Eva>> seemingly on the verge of an important decision...<</if>> <<linkreplace "Check what Tarnipp has in store">><<pickup $class "Advantage Bekham" 1>>Inside the class, <<light Tarnipp>> and my friend were left behind. Outside of it, I was racking my head as to how I could listen in on what was happening. The answer would not find its way to me before the end of their encounter though, as I found myself desperately waiting on <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> to walk out. <<s Author>>What happened in there?<</s>> I asked her eventually, as she closed the door behind her. <<s Belle>>What had to be done.<</s>> This was no answer. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Belle>>Given my proposal some thought?<</s>> She was quick to change the subject. <<s Author>>Proposal?<</s>> <<s Belle>>Yes, at your birthday. With me and Bekham.<</s>> She said then. //That proposal.// Did I have an answer for her yet? As I ruminated that question in mind, I saw her smile widen. <<s Belle>>You can join us at the party tonight.<</s>> She stopped me from sharing my decision, <<s Belle>>That ought to be more exciting, I feel.<</s>> <<else>><<s Eva>>I'll see you at tonight's party.<</s>> She looked to avoid the conversation.<</if>> With both of them chaperoning the evening, I knew there would be a deep tension between our two professors, and heightened feelings. I could only hope for the best from there on, I felt. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>>

<<pickup $club "EP Poster Argument" 1>><<drop $thoughts "EP Confrontation Swim" 2>><<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-matthewjump.jpg">> In he jumped, the athlete trying to carry our school's name to victory. There were tense vibes at the swim meet today, as people undertood that this was <<light Matthew>>'s last chance at redemption, his one opportunity to make it to the finals. After losing last time, he needed to defeat all of his competition to make it to the top. And we were all watching him in rapt attention. <<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-competition.jpg">> Across the pool, his girlfriend and her cheerleaders were shouting at him, looking to support him. But in reality, I doubted that he'd be able to listen to anything that was being said, submerged most of the time. He pushed himself to the limit. And I'd hate to admit it, but the man really excelled. Cheers erupted as he tapped the end of his line first, his victory absolute and the hopes of the school of getting through to the next step two weeks from now secured. And him, one step closer to becoming prom king. In his arms, his partner looked thrilled and overjoyed, excited for them, and already ushering him away to privacy... <<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-competitionend.jpg">> It was clear what these two lovers were up to, memories of our times in bathrooms flashing back to me in that moment. //What would they look like in the shower?// <div id='choices'><<link "Stay for a bit" "SM4 Rivals">><<set $ericmessage to 13>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<dark "Go home" "Better find my partners">><<else>><<link "Go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</if>></div>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pickup $club "EP Poster Argument" 1>><<drop $thoughts "EP Confrontation Swim" 2>><<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-matthewjump.jpg">> In he jumped, the athlete trying to carry our school's name to victory. There were tense vibes at the swim meet today, as people undertood that this was <<light Matthew>>'s last chance at redemption, his one opportunity to make it to the finals. After losing last time, he needed to defeat all of his competition to make it to the top. And we were all watching him in rapt attention. <<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-cheermid.jpg">> His girlfriend led us cheerleaders, shouting at him, looking to support him. But in reality, I doubted that he'd be able to listen to anything that was being said, submerged most of the time. But it felt nice to be there with them, part of the team, enjoying the school spirit. And to be so close to the high spirits that <<light Angela>> was carrying as she saw him inching closer towards us. He pushed himself to the limit. <<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-competition.jpg">> And I'd hate to admit it, but the man really excelled. Cheers erupted as he tapped the end of his line first, his victory absolute and the hopes of the school of getting through to the next step two weeks from now secured. And him, one step closer to becoming prom king. In his arms, <<light Angela>> looked thrilled and overjoyed, excited for them, and already ushering him away to privacy. <<s Angela>>Let's reward you for a job well done.<</s>> <<picmid "events/schoolevents/swim4-cheerend.jpg">> It was clear what these two lovers were up to, memories of our times in bathrooms flashing back to me in that moment. //What would they look like in the shower?// <div id='choices'><<if $club.has("Cheer Mya Help")>><<link "Join Mya" "Swim Meet 4 Cheer">><<pickup $club "Mya SM3 Scene" 1>><<set $ericmessage to 13>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Join Mya" "Why would I? (Conditions not met)">><</if>> <<if $club.has("Cheer Anna Help")>><<link "Join the team" "Swim Meet 4 Cheer">><<pickup $club "Team SM3 Scene" 1>><<set $ericmessage to 13>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Join the team" "Why would I? (Conditions not met)">><</if>> <<link "Join Angela" "SM4 Rivals">><<set $ericmessage to 13>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Go home with Yara instead" "Surprise">><<pickup $friendsevents "BDay Yara Conmigo" 1>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("Mya SM3 Scene")>><<light Eric>>'s messages were odd, but I didn't care about them then. Now, I had something way more interesting to look at. <<vid "events/schoolevents/shower-mya-start.mp4">> It didn't take long for me and the person I was supposed to make plans with to be in each other's arms, celebrating the victory together. It didn't bode well for us, but the heat that had been rising through us this entire time needed to be addressed, and with intensity. <<s Author>>I... Thought we were planning.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Shut up and kiss me.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/shower-mya-both.mp4">> I couldn't deny her for long, eager to be playing with her body and a part of me truly thrilled to be enjoying these sexy globes she carried. The intensity of the moment continued to rise, as we mused on our common enemy. <<s Mya>>I need her defeated.<</s>> She'd say in between moans. <<if $subdom gte 30>><<s Author>>I know, slut.<</s>> I'd shot back, receiving a whimper and a submissive acceptance. <<vid "events/schoolevents/shower-mya-medomme.mp4">> Unusual for her, but nonetheless welcome, I saw her relax into my arms as I slowly took over control, the black woman accepting my manipulation of her body. <<s Author>> We need to catch her in the act, keep an eye on her constantly. She's bound to make a big mistake.<</s>> I said as I enjoyed her body. <<s Mya>>Yes. Yes!<</s>> In that moment, she'd be ready to agree to anything. And in that moment, I knew I was putting pieces in their place, one step at a time.<<else>><<s Author>>Yes...<</s>> I said softly as she slowly lowered me to my knees behind her. <<s Mya>>Service me while I think.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/shower-mya-worshipme1.mp4">> I didn't need to be told twice, the dynamics of our relationship clear to me as I submissively knelt behind her and started to worship her firm globes. An excitement rose through me as I saw myself weaken in her grasp, accepting her dominance and control. How beautiful it is to let go like that... <<s Mya>>She's bound to make a mistake at some point. We'll be there when she falters.<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>And we'll celebrate our victory then.<</s>> I was already happy where I was, worshipping the lovely beauty in front of me with avid licks and eager moans.<</if>> //Sounds like we had a plan in place...// <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>> <<else>><<light Eric>>'s messages were odd, but I didn't care about them then. Now, I had something way more interesting to look at. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/swim4-team1.jpg">> <<light Anna>> didn't take long to take me in her arms and start her beautiful love-making session with me, eager to be enjoying my body as she spoke with confidence. <<s Anna>>We're all sapphic individuals here.<</s>> She said, <<s Anna>>Yet Angela has yet to join us.<</s>> It was weird, coming in almost halfway through and realizing just how much these cheerleaders were having fun. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/swim4-team2.jpg">> <<s Author>>I thought... Why did you want me?<</s>> <<light Anna>> was showing her true colors, and they didn't look too bad. At least, I hoped they didn't. <<s Anna>>I'm certain that our head cheerleader is queer. I just want her to admit it. Publicly.<</s>> She said, <<s Anna>>Then my brother will stop being obsessed with her.<</s>> <<s Author>>She's dating Matthew.<</s>> I reminded her. <<s Anna>>You want her out of the queen race, no?<</s>> The once innocent girl asked me. I could only moan in agreement in my vulnerable state, my mind reeling and imagining more to this situation than what was. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/swim4-team3.jpg">> A whole shower room full of lesbian lovers. A whole cheerleading team. Under me. <<s Anna>>Then you better keep an eye out. She's bound to make a mistake, and when she does, you'll be there to catch her in it.<</s>> She said, <<s Anna>>We all will be, and through it her life will be ruined.<</s>> It seemed like the woman had a plan, though I couldn't quite understand why she'd needed me to join. It did feel good to have her bring me to an orgasm though, I had to admit. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/swim4-team4.jpg">> <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</if>>

I looked at my phone and the message that was left unanswered by <<light Eric>>, not quite understanding why he'd reach out like that, something suspiscious about it... And then I heard them, as expected. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/swim4-kiss.jpg">> <<light Matthew>> and <<light Angela>>, in each other's arms, passionately kissing, under the coursing water. A sight to behold. <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Angela") or $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Matthew")>><<linkreplace "Join my secret partners">><<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate2.mp4">> It wasn't long before I had joined my dates, both <<light Angela>> and I lying next to each other in front of the winning athlete and having him enjoy our bodies to perfection. <<s Matthew>>Worth it.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Told you it would be good for you to wait.<</s>> I moaned as we continued playing with him. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate1.mp4">> As our lips wrapped around his cock, I couldn't help but taste him and his pre-cum... Maybe too much of it. <<s Angela>>I don't know what took you so long. I've already blown him off once.<</s>> She seemed to explain the taste to me, <<s Angela>>I've made sure he's kept pent up for the competition, makes him more athletic.<</s>> Indeed, the man had shown his true potential today, and it seemed like our common lover was the reason for it. <<s Author>>That's so fucking hot.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I know. Show me how hot that makes me.<</s>> She was confident, and it suited her to be so. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate3.mp4">> Moments later, I was between her legs and tasting her cunt instead, her juices flowing freely as I continued my frantic service of her cunt. <<s Angela>>That's a good girl.<</s>> I was enjoying it a lot, my body on heat as I played with her. <<s Angela>>That's the spot, oh fuck yeah.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Looks like someone's just as turned on as I am.<</s>> The star athlete was stroking his cock as he watched us, ready to attack at a moment's notice. <<s Matthew>>How about you cum and I enjoy our unicorn instead? I know you're desperate to.<</s>> In trying to bring out the best athletic outcome out of him, it seemed like <<light Angela>> had ignored her own needs, succumbing to the pleasure I offered her a bit too quickly. <<s Matthew>>Let's have our own fun.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate4.mp4">> He brought me with him in the shower, our lips clashing with one another and our passion growing by the second. <<s Matthew>>You're fucking hot, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My lover said as our third watched us engage in this. <<s Matthew>>But you could be hotter.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Told her so.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>These boobs, I want something more to hold on to.<</s>> He explained, and a huge part of me wanted to jump at the consideration. He seemed to know exactly what to say. <<s Matthew>>It would help you in your goal of being queen instead of her.<</s>> He said in a whisper. I let out a big, fat moan, as he prepared himself for penetration, something about the taboo nature of the moment, of being right there at the intersection of being with them and becoming more desirable for him than <<light Angela>> was... I was really close. <<s Matthew>>Angela and I talked, and we're willing to pay for it. Consider it your birthday gift from us.<</s>> //How could I ever deny such a gift, right?// <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 70 and $subdom lte -30>><<link "He's right. Maybe I should get bigger boobs.">><<pickup $thoughts "Bigger Boobs" 1 "Bigger Boobs Rivals" 1 "Bigger Boobs Gift" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate5.mp4">> As he put himself in me, helping me cross the threshold of my own orgasm as I did with her, I succumbed to the thoughts he'd so expertly placed in my head. Getting bigger boobs might be the best thing I could do this week. I am sure that they'd enjoy them even more come the easter party... I now had a plan, and the satisfaction of knowing that my place with them two was more than secure, spending this fun time together rather than me only watching them. The fact that my supposed rival was paying for the thing that would get me the advantage over her was not lost on me either, lending to more intensity in my orgasm. Things were progressing, and beautifully so. <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "She's right" "Not open (70) or submissive (30) enough">><</if>> <<link "I'd rather not.">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate5.mp4">> As he inserted himself, I realized that I was enjoying things as they were, that I wasn't ready to change how I looked for the prize that awaited. And that I didn't care too much about his male gaze neither. I had my place with them already, I wouldn't need to resort to body modifications to keep proving it. After all, things were evolving between all three of us in a positive way, and I looked forward to how it continued to grow. <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Me")>><<linkreplace "Join my secret partners">>It wasn't long before I had joined my dates, kissing him alongside her, and kissing her alongside him. <<s Matthew>>Worth it.<</s>> He said, smiling into the kiss. <<s Angela>>Told you it would be good for you to wait.<</s>> She said to him then. They had chemistry, though that chemistry between them was being constantly redefined with my presence, as <<light Angela>> turned towards me then. <<s Angela>>So, what do you think... Mistress... How should we reward the athlete?<</s>> She asked me, lending me power once more. And I knew <<light Matthew>> would be desperate to go all the way, though now that we were engaged, a part of me looked forward to it too... <div id='choices2'><<link "He does deserve a big reward.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>He won us back into the competition,<</s>> I said, smiling at our star athlete, <<s Author>>He deserves a big reward.<</s>> And I'd be the one leading the charge on that reward. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate1.mp4">> Soon enough, we were on our knees, her and I, offering the man the pleasure he obviously needed. <<s Matthew>>Oh god you're so good.<</s>> He moaned out in eager acceptance. I smiled up at him alongside his girlfriend, as we got to work on his cock. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate2.mp4">> We then shifted to yet another position, as we found ourselves lying down in front of him, our sexy cheerleader bodies on display as we continued our oral loving of his hard member. It was huge, and the blowjob was intense, but it was something we were all genuinely enjoying. Intense, heavy, deep. <<s Author>>Well our hero deserves a big reward, you better get me ready for him, slut.<</s>> I said to the naughty head cheerleader. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate3.mp4">> She rushed to serve my whims, as she got to work on my wet cunt, "preparing me for him". Her tongue was active, desperate, working overtime and needing to bring me the pleasure I so deserved. As if jealousy over him getting me was guiding her actions. And so, in time, she'd have me ready for him, and watched me powerlessly as I moved on and started kissing her boyfriend. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate4.mp4">> I was actively stealing him from her, one step at a time. <<s Author>>You know, I think your boyfriend like me better.<</s>> I teased her. <<if $thoughts.has("Bigger Boobs Angela")>>And the first phone conversation following the spring break came to mind, the fact that I'd suggested bigger boobs, and that she'd yet to do it... //Maybe she needs another push...// <div id='choices3'><<link "Tease her about it">><<pickup $thoughts "Bigger Boobs Angela 2" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>It's all because you're not willing to get better for him.<</s>> I teased her with intention, <<s Author>>Because you need to let go of inhibitions and finally listen to your mistress.<</s>> My push was met with no resistence, as she moaned out, almost in agreement. I continued to kiss him in front of her. <<s Author>>Again, slut. Your boobs could use some work.<</s>> I reminded her. She was done for, nodding her head in agreement, deep in thought. Now with that, I could drill the thought home. <<s Author>>Show her how much more you like to fuck me than her.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate5.mp4">> The brutish, simple minded mysogynist desperately looked to please me, his mistress, as he thrusted into me in the school bathrooms, offering me an intense fucking that he knew I more than deserved. <<s Matthew>>God you're perfect.<</s>> He whispered in my ear. <<s Author>>You better keep reminding her that. And get her to get those boobs.<</s>> I whispered back. With this final and conclusive thought, I knew I had the couple in the palm of my hand once more, each in their own way. <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better let it go">><<replace "#choices3">>I preferred not to push my work with her, and concentrate on my own pleasure instead now. //After all, bigger boobs will improve her reputation, which wouldn't bode well for me.// She moaned out, almost in agreement, as I continued to kiss him in front of her. <<s Author>>Show her how much more you like to fuck me than her.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate5.mp4">> The brutish, simple minded mysogynist desperately looked to please me, his mistress, as he thrusted into me in the school bathrooms, offering me an intense fucking that he knew I more than deserved. <<s Matthew>>God you're perfect.<</s>> He whispered in my ear. <<s Author>>You better keep reminding her that.<</s>> I whispered back. With this final and conclusive thought, I knew I had the couple in the palm of my hand once more. <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>She only moaned out, almost in agreement, as I continued to kiss him in front of her. <<s Author>>Show her how much more you like to fuck me than her.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate5.mp4">> The brutish, simple minded mysogynist desperately looked to please me, his mistress, as he thrusted into me in the school bathrooms, offering me an intense fucking that he knew I more than deserved. <<s Matthew>>God you're perfect.<</s>> He whispered in my ear. <<s Author>>You better keep reminding her that.<</s>> I whispered back. With this final and conclusive thought, I knew I had the couple in the palm of my hand once more. <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "A small reward will be just fine.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>He won us back into the competition,<</s>> I said, smiling at our star athlete, <<s Author>>He does deserve a reward.<</s>> Unfortunately for him, the reward would not be a big one., as I'd be the one leading the charge on it. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate1.mp4">> Soon enough, we were on our knees, her and I, offering the man the pleasure he obviously needed. <<s Matthew>>Oh god you're so good.<</s>> He moaned out in eager acceptance. I smiled up at him alongside his girlfriend, as we got to work on his cock. <<s Author>>Come on, cum for us, show us how much you need it.<</s>> I encouraged him. <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate2.mp4">> He moaned as we shifted to yet another position, as we found ourselves lying down in front of him, our sexy cheerleader bodies on display as we continued our oral loving of his hard member. It was huge, and the blowjob was intense, but it was something we were all genuinely enjoying. But there was more. <<s Author>>Cum for ME.<</s>> I ordered, <<s Author>>Show your girlfriend how much I turn you on.<</s>> <<vid "classes/joining-facial.mp4">> Intense, heavy, deep. The man came all over my face in ropes of heavy cum, as he naughtily proved my point to the sexy rival I had kneeling next to me. <<if $thoughts.has("Bigger Boobs Angela")>>And the first phone conversation following the spring break came to mind, the fact that I'd suggested bigger boobs, and that she'd yet to do it... //Maybe she needs another push...// <div id='choices3'><<link "Tease her about it">><<pickup $thoughts "Bigger Boobs Angela 2" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>See, Angela.<</s>> I teased her, <<s Author>>Your boyfriend prefers me, and you have yet to do anything about it.<</s>> She moaned out, desperation settling in. I looked at her miniature boobs. <<s Author>>You seriously need to do something about them.<</s>> And I knew, looking at her face, and the desperation that settled on it, that I had gotten to her then. That she was growing desperate for attention. //It would help her in her prom queen goals, right?// <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better let it go">><<replace "#choices3">> <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>With this final and conclusive thought, I knew I had the couple in the palm of my hand, each in their own unique way. <<link "Time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Keep watching them from afar">><<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate4.mp4">> The lovers bodies moved in unison, their heat rising in the room as her moans mixed with his groans and grew more intense. <<s Matthew>>I've wanted this for so long.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Well worth it, my champion.<</s>> The horny words they exchanged continued that way for a while, as I watched along at their public love-making session. The rivals that would continue to challenge my throne, now victorious lovers in the showers. I needed to move against them soon, or risk losing my crown. Then again, they did look good together! <<vid "events/schoolevents/swim4-rivalsdate5.mp4">><</linkreplace>> <<link "I've seen enough, time to go home" "Surprise">><</link>><</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Introduction to Philosophy</h3></center> <<pickup $club "DebateProposal" 1>><<pickup $class "Intro to Philosophy" 1>> The new professor Mr. <<light Bekham>> has been getting a lot of attention at school, with students interested in his personal life and others intrigued by his electric personality. And here we had him in front of us droning about theories in philosophy and whatnot. <<s Bekham>>I recognize some of you are bored, so I suggest we open a debate here in class, what do you say?<</s>> I perk up slightly, that seems like a fun idea. <<s Bekham>>I am a strong believer that it is through discourse that we can truly find out the hidden truth.<</s>> Headed towards the list of names that he has on the desk, he calls out two names. <<light Eva>> and - lo and behold! - me! We both stand and head towards the front of the class, similarly shy. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/initial-debate.jpg">><<s Bekham>>The topic up for debate is the concept of <b>Solipsism</b>. The idea that existence is there simply because it exists in our minds and we are but wandering thoughts in a vast expense of nothingness. You are either for it, and thus believe that your perception of reality is what makes it real; or against it, meaning that reality exists outside of our perception, and we just happen to stumble upon it.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "Debate in favor">><<replace "#choices">>//Convinced I'd do a better job defending our perception being reality, I speak out immediately.// <<s Author>>I'd like to debate in favor of it.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Very well then. Go for it, you start.<</s>> I take my time to situate myself before speaking out. <<s Author>>"I think therefore I am". This famous quote by Rene Descartes is not only a superstition and arrogant way of saying he's a philosopher. It's at the base of existence. My thoughts, my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me are what make existence real. In knowing so, one can accept the fact that only the self, the existence of the self, can be a proven concept, and therefore it is through our own minds that we create meaning and a reality that fits our perception. It's quite simple actually.<</s>> Everyone's eyes turn towards <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>I appreciate the fact that you basically gave me the argument I need. "my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me". You admit that existence is there, whether under the eye of an observant or not, it exists. The fact that there is an interprative power is unimportant to its existence. As such, we can clearly say that it is through a lens that we see reality, yes, but our perception is an interpretation of what exists there. The issue is complex, reality is complex, and our mind often are unable to fathom or understand the complexities of it, making apparent that it exists outside of our vision only.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts >= 15>><<link "Build a strong counter-argument">><<add "grade" 2>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//She seems to have come prepared? Is this a setup?// <<s Author>>You seem to be well read on the topic, and I appreciate your distanced approach to reality, wanting to believe that we are but observants of a fait-accompli. This sentiment has long been the downfall of humanity. "This exists, seperate from myself, and so nothing can be done to impact it" has long been the argument of generations who did nothing to improve the "reality that exists" However, it is through dreams, at least from what we hear of history, that individuals were able to shape the world in the way they want it. Stories that you accept to be true constantly tell you of how one's perception of his reality was able to shape it to how he wants to see it. Only through seeing things and experiencing things do we give them life.<</s>> I can hear the class' reaction to my speech, silently cheering and with a few applauding me. But <<light Eva>>'s reaction is more drastic. Moving up to me, she decides to slap me on the face. A simple, soft slap, but a slap nonetheless. <<s Bekham>>What's the meaning of this?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Did you want this slap to happen? Did you will it into existence?<</s>> Stunned, all I find myself to do is shake my head no. <<s Eva>>Sorry about the slap, but there is much worse happening all around us. The abused doesn't will their abuse into existence. It exists and they interpret it. What you're describing, using as argument, is Solipsism in reverse. You're trying to rationalize the relative external world and justify its existence through the optic of the self.<</s>> I'm stunned still by the actions of my friend, but I can see their capacity to drive the idea home. //She's kind of right.// It's at this point that Bekham dismisses the class, sending the students on their way, but asking me to stay back for a bit. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/home-visit.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>You did well. Her arguments are strong, and defense of Solipsism is difficult, but you did well <<print $name>>. Good job.<</s>> Glad with his assesment, I head out. //He complimented me// //No. He complimented my mind!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Build a strong counter-argument" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "Get frustrated and stumble on my words">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//She seems to have come prepared? Is this a setup?// <<s Author>>That's not the point. The point is that I see therefore I interpret and then...<</s>> <<s Eva>> You're basically imagining your own quotes now. Is this still an interpretation of reality? A subjective view?<</s>> //Her taunts are getting to me.// <<s Author>>It's more than that. When I observe things, I know they exist. A person in a cave see shadows or objects on the outside at night. To them, to their world, their existence, the night bring shadows. It matters not what is there, they see shadows and that's all they need to know.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That is an old view, comparing humans to neanderthals. But still, whether or not they believe the outside to be shadows or not, the outside still exists, it is still present regardless of the caveman's interpretation of it, and it is real. You simply view it in a certain way<</s>> I feel frustrated, exhaspered by the way things were going. <<s Author>>It doesn't matter...<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I'm ending the debate here. We all can see who won.<</s>> Cut off by <<light Bekham>>, I frustratingly make my way back to my chair. As we leave the class, I pass by the professor. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/observing.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>Just a pretty face<</s>> His insult, whispered and precise, cuts deep. //He's right... I'm just a pretty face, no more.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Debate against">><<replace "#choices">>//Which position will be better for me to defend?// In analysing both facets of the topic, I am beat to the punch by <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>I'd like to debate in favor of it.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Very well then. Go for it, you start.<</s>> She takes a short moment before she begins to speak: <<s Eva>>"I think therefore I am". This famous quote by Rene Descartes is not only a superstition and arrogant way of saying he's a philosopher. It's at the base of existence. My thoughts, my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me are what make existence real. In knowing so, one can accept the fact that only the self, the existence of the self, can be a proven concept, and therefore it is through our own minds that we create meaning and a reality that fits our perception. It's quite simple actually.<</s>> Everyone's eyes turn towards me, seeing the small smile forming on my face. <<s Author>>I appreciate the fact that you basically gave me the argument I need. "my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me". You admit that existence is there, whether under the eye of an observant or not, it exists. The fact that there is an interprative power is unimportant to its existence. As such, we can clearly say that it is through a lens that we see reality, yes, but our perception is an interpretation of what exists there. The issue is complex, reality is complex, and our mind often are unable to fathom or understand the complexities of it, making apparent that it exists outside of our vision only.<</s>> <<light Eva>> takes a short while to come up with her counter-argument. I savor the victory silently as she tried to find what to say next. <<s Eva>>You seem to be well read on the topic, and I appreciate your distanced approach to reality, wanting to believe that we are but observants of a fait-accompli. This sentiment has long been the downfall of humanity. "This exists, seperate from myself, and so nothing can be done to impact it" has long been the argument of generations who did nothing to improve the "reality that exists" <</s>> I'm startled. This argument alone seems to change minds as I can see individuals agreeing to what she's saying. <<s Eva>>However, it is through dreams, at least from what we hear of history, that individuals were able to shape the world in the way they want it. Stories that you accept to be true constantly tell you of how one's perception of his reality was able to shape it to how he wants to see it. Only through seeing things and experiencing things do we give them life.<</s>> I can hear the class' reaction to her speech, silently cheering and with a few applauding her. I needed to come up with a solid counter-argument, feeling my emotions bubbling inside. <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts >= 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Mount a solid counter-argument">><<add "grade" 2>><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//The contradictory nature of Solipsism calls to me.// <<s Author>>Well said. Very logical.<</s>> Glad with my compliment, <<light Eva>> is brought into a false sense of security. <<s Author>>The simple idea of Solipsism implies that logic and reasoning are meaningless. We exist, we perceive, and that's it. there is nothing beyond the face value of the things that we observe. However, reaching belief in Solipsism is through reliance on logic and reasoning. As such, it in inheritely contradictory in nature, since it refutes these themes yet counts on them to prove its existence. That is how I know it doesn't truly represent reality, since something so contradictory cannot govern existence, very simply.<</s>> Impressed by my solid argument, Mr. <<light Bekham>> halts class there, naming me winner. The complicit smile he gives me tells me all I need to know regarding how he views me. //I made him proud. Good.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Mount a solid counter-argument" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "Use my emotions to drive the point">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>A thought goes through my mind. What I feel like doing is powerful in its message. Moving up to her, I raise my hand up and slap her on the shoulder. A simple, soft slap, but a slap nonetheless. <<s Bekham>>What's the meaning of this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Did you want this slap to happen? Did you will it into existence?<</s>> Stunned, <<light Eva>> shakes her head no. I continue to argue my point. <<s Author>>Sorry about the slap, but there is much worse happening all around us. The abused doesn't will their abuse into existence. It exists and they interpret it. What you're describing, using as argument, is Solipsism in reverse. You're trying to rationalize the relative external world and justify its existence through the optic of the self.<</s>> Still stunned, <<light Eva>> seems to be more and more convinced by my argument. Mr. <<light Bekham>> decides to stop the debate at that point, not before giving me a complicit smile as he asks for everyone to leave. Glad with my performance and his approval of my actions, I head out. //He was happy with me.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Lose control of my emotions">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>The adrenaline, the strong emotions of fighting a losing battle from the start, the feelng that I've been setup in this whole endeavor, merge and mix and all get to me. I crack, and what I do next I am not proud of. I hit my best friend. A slap across the face, I send her stumbling back for a bit, gritting my teeth and wanting to see her hurt. <<s Author>>Interpret that reality.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Woah okay this is the end of that debate. Everyone's dismissed, $name stay behind.<</s>> <<light Eva>> rushes out as the other students leave right behind her. They clear the class as Mr. <<light Bekham>> and I stay back there. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/observing.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>What the hell was that about?? Do you not have any manners?<</s>> <<s Author>>She got under my skin ok?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Got under your skin? Is this what your parents have taught you? Is this what your father has taught you?<</s>> <div id="choices3"><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Reveal my father's death">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>My father's dead.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Figures.<</s>> I look at him shocked. <<s Author>>How could you say that? My father died. He was murdered in a mugging gone wrong. Wrong place, wrong time they said. And she wants to argue that this is a perception of reality? Reality exists, in all its ugliness, and we interpret it. That's all there is to it. I would never imagine such a thing.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>There it is.<</s>> I look at him incredulous. <<s Bekham>>That was a better argument than slapping your debating opponent.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/home-visit.jpg">> I notice that he's right. I let my emotions get to me, not knowing why. <<s Bekham>>I'm sorry about your father.<</s>> I don't know what got over me. Something about his authority impacted me in a certain way. I find myself hugging him. <<s Author>>Thank you<</s>> He allows the hug to last for a bit, before moving me back. I wipe a tear off my cheek. <<s Bekham>>Now move along, missy.<</s>> he says, pointing at the door. I start heading towards it, before I hear him call for me. <<s Bekham>>Oh and <<print $name>>. Everyone is here to support you. Talk to me if you need it.<</s>> I nod at him. //That was generous.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Bite my tongue">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>Silent, I look him in the eyes with confidence. <<s Bekham>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable. It further proves my point that some people simply are incapable of improving. That's unfortunate, I thought you had more in you.<</s>> He furrows his brows. <<s Bekham>>Calling you up was a mistake, I should've went for someone else.<</s>> He looks at me, then down at my body. <<s Bekham>>All beauty, no brains. You're dismissed.<</s>> Incredulous at his last remark, I hazily grab my bag and head out, listening to him mumble under his breath: <<s Bekham>>Women.. All the same.<</s>> //Despite his sexism... Is he right? I was emotional...// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">></center> <center><img src="images/classes/the-male-gaze.jpg" width="600 px"><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>The Male Gaze</h3></center> When I walked into class today and saw the scene on the screen, I felt giddy with excitement at a movie session. However, noticing Mr. <<light Bekham>>, my philosophy professor, seated on his desk with a serious look on his face, I knew that an intense lesson was about to take place. I wasn't sure I was ready for it. <<s Bekham>>The Male Gaze. Many count it as a sin of cinema, others as a blessing. What exactly is it? For years, it was what made the movie industry function and grow and work, because it was what ''subconsciously'' brought audiences to theaters.<</s>> His approach has long been unusual, but with what he's currently saying and the way he's saying it... He had my attention. <<s Bekham>> Feminism is quick to bash loads of things, attacking the established systems in order to build a new world. However, we need to be aware that there are things that exist for a reason. If feminism tries to redefine the world and its subjects, it will need to understand their current definition first. The male gaze exists for a reason. It is necessary, and feminism need not get rid of it, but make use of the potential it carries.<</s>> The professor, in his lecture, made sure to survey the entire class as he gave his speech. At this last sentence, he looked at me straight in the eyes, daring me to agree or disagree. <div id= "choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/media.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Nod my head yes">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I feel myself nod along, enthralled by his speech and engaged by what he is saying. Being a feminist, I am beyond interested by what he is explaining as a way to use the way men look at me to further my own agenda. It seems logical. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'>Don't move a muscle">><<replace "#choices">>Not giving him the satisfaction of my acquiescence, I decide to hold his 'male gaze' and look back at him. As he moves his eyes away to continue his course, I can't help but feel successful in proving his point wrong. What was his point again? <<less "smarts" 1>><<less "grade" 1>> <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Disagree with what he's saying">><<replace "#choices">><<add "subdom" 1>><<s Author>> I disagree actually.<</s>> The professor seems impressed by me speaking out. He smiles. <<s Bekham>>Oh really? Please, put forth your counter-argument young miss.<</s>> His hand, upright and pointing at the board, calls me to stand up in front of the whole class to give my argument. Apprehensive but not willing to give him the satisfaction of my compliance, I stand firmly and walk in front of the class to put forth my argument. <<s Author>>The male gaze is an antiquated, old ideology that had helped under a patriarchal society but is meaningless in the new world. Women now work and provide for themselves, they are no longer dependent on men to provide for the family as they sit at home like some docile housewife.<</s>> <<s Bekham>> This is all great in theory, however your arguments are flawed. Women currently work in male-dominated fields, and whether they like it or not, cannot be taken in exclusion of the society they live in. They still count on men's weaknesses to boost their own agendas, and that my dear is still part of the male gaze. Furthermore, study proves that movie-goers are more often male rather than female, especially in higher grossing movies. Whether or not the movie holds a male gaze or not is not accounted for in this kind of viewership, but we have long seen movies addressed to a female audience flop because it didn't cater to the larger ''male'' market.<</s>> As the professor goes on to explain his arguments, I couldn't help but feel frustrated by the way he so clearly put forth his case. It's as if he wanted me to speak up and embarrass myself. I needed to make a choice, and make it quick. <div id="secondchoice"> <<if $smarts >= 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Put forth my own counter-arguments">><<less "grade" 2>><<replace "#secondchoice">><<s Author>> What you are saying is pretty and all, but it doesn't deny the fact that feminism has found other ways to switch things up and repurpose the male gaze into something quite different from what it is, to the point where its presence is obsolete. You can see nowadays how action movies cater to what is essentially the female gaze, placing their protagonists in situations where they need to be shirtless. That is because despite the majority of the viewership being male, studios understand the improtance of a female audience in bringing in revenue. It is not the male gaze that brings in an already established audience, but something else that is employed to bring in a new, larger audience.<</s>> As Mr. <<light Bekham>> is still processing what I just said, I continued elaborating on my adverse theory, and with my speech over, received the applause of my fellow students just as the bell started ringing. Smiling to myself, I start heading out of class, when the professor stopped me in my tracks. <<s Bekham>>Good speech, $name . We'll see if you truly believe in all this in time.<</s>> <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<dark "Put forth my own counter-arguments" "<b>Smarts <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>lower than 15</b>">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to distract him somehow">><<add "open " 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#secondchoice">>His arguments were strong, well constructed, defined. I couldn't stand a chance so I did the only thing I thought I could in that situation. Looking at Margot Robbie on the screen and taking her lead, I walked with certainty to the professor's desk, sat on the table, and pulled up my dress, revealing my legs. I could immediately imagine what was going through his head <center><img src="images/classes/male-gaze-bekham.jpg" width="600 px"></center> <<s Bekham>>Excuse me miss $name what are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh nothing. I am still all ears professor.<</s>> The professor stammers as he tries to continue his speech, obviously distracted by what I have been doing, hi eyes stealing glances at my legs. <<s Author>>What's the matter professor? Cat got your tongue?<</s>> The class starts laughing as the professor sighs. I reveal a smile, confident in my victory. With authority, Mr. <<light Bekham>> clears his throat, before turning to address the class: <<s Bekham>>Now then, who here bought Ms. $name 's arguments?<</s>> A few of the students, mostly men, raise their hands, nodding along and smiling at me. I smile back, triumphant. <<s Bekham>>You're victorious. See? All of these students simply agree with your point of view because you were able to silence your adversor. But how did you accomplish that?<</s>> I blink my eyes a few times. I beat him by- <<s Bekham>>You beat me by catering to the male gaze. You used a man's natural need to oggle your body in order to prove a point, in order to further your own agenda. In order to defend feminism. By doing so, you only reinforced my point, and I thank you for it. You also gave everyone an unobstructed view of your legs. Good girl.<</s>> I blush, cover myself up, and am saved by the bell ringing as the rest of the students hoot and laugh at my predicament. Why did I have to speak up? Mr. <<light Bekham>> looks at me triumphantly as I leave the room, slipping a glance at my legs. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay Silent">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#secondchoice">>Try as I may, I can't seem to come up with a solid enough argument to oppose what the professor is saying. He wanted me to argue with him so he can further his point, and I simply fell for the trap. He might not be right in what he's saying, but he proved his point much better than I did. Is he right? The bell rings as the rest of the students start walking out of class. Mr. <<light Bekham>> looks at me sympathetically as I rush out with them. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">></center> <center><img src='images/classes/sex-in-cinema.jpg' width='60%'><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Sex in Cinema</h3></center> I have grown accustomed to Mr. <<light Bekham>> sharing the most obscene of scenes and trying to pass it off as some sort of philosophy in his classes, and today's session was no different than the previous ones. Lecturing about -apparently- sex in cinema, he found it adequate to share a particular scene from Game of Thrones with us, in which future queen Danaerys Targarian finally accepted her role in bed with her brute of a husband. <<s Bekham>>As such, human's true nature and intentions are revealed in the carnal acts of pleasure. Him, his bruteness and animalistic nature subdued, and her, her submissive tendencies revealed, for all to see.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/cinemasex.jpg">> His logic was obviously flawed, but I didn't want to go through a public prosecution with it, especially not with someone as smart as he is. And so, as the bell rang and I intended to head outside for the day, I was unnerved when he stopped me from stepping out. <<s Bekham>>It seemed like you had something to say during class today, but bit your tongue, <<print $name>>. Care to share it with me now?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's unimportant, really. I'm sure we can have diverging viewpoints and still respect the other's opinions.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>What is it exactly that doesn't seem to sit well with you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> From his seat at his desk, he seemed to be the one in control. And well... He was. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Don't show weakness, face him.">><<add "smarts" 2>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Standing up from my desk, partly to even the playing field and partly to truly look him in the eyes, I approach his desk. <<s Author>>I don't quite understand how you so falsely interpreted the scene.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I beg your pardon?<</s>> <<s Author>>No need to.<</s>> I smirk, <<s Author>>You obviously have taken the scene in a vaccum, and have decided to impart your erroneous wisdom on your students.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>How so? Be so kind as to enlighten me, young miss.<</s>> His arrogance was about to be taken down a notch. <<s Author>>It's quite simple, really. This scene was all about Danaerys taking control of her destiny, about her starting to understand how to warp the brute of the husband she was forced to marry in order for him to finally do her bidding for her.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>She gets drilled like a common whore in that scene.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, she does. But the next time they're together, she's the one on top, calling the shots.<</s>> He looks at me, incredulous. <<s Author>>What, you thought I hadn't seen these? Young people like me have a lot of free time on our hands. These scenes are all about female empowerment, not us being docile creatures or whatever you'd want to lead people to believe.<</s>> His smile, his arrogant smile, betrays a knowledge I am not sure I want to be privy to. Yet his arrogance and need to be right knows no bounds. <<s Bekham>>Despite your staunch need to be right, you just further proved my point.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I was exasperated. Would he ever admit defeat? <<s Bekham>>The lady in this, future queen or whatever, used sex in order to control her man in later stages. She had to ultimately resort to his base instincts to impart some sort of control in her relationship. And she was able to. You see, it doesn't matter what happens during the carnal act, although quite revealing and baring in nature. Them engaging in this unravels other aspects of their relationship. It's the end, and the means, justified all in one. Do you get the point?<</s>> <<s Author>>This was never the point you were trying to make, sir, respectfully. You were trying to claim that women are submissive in nature and that it shows during sex, which honestly is repulsive and wrong.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Young lady you've said enough. Please leave my class. You are just unwilling to listen and accept criticism. Why even bother?<</s>> Scoffing at him, I decide to collect my stuff and leave the class. //His arrogance truly knows no bounds. When will they fire him already?// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Play his game, see where it leads.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to approach his seat of power, trying to find a road to understanding. <<s Author>>I believe this scene was all about Danaerys taking control of her destiny, about her starting to understand how to warp the brute of the husband she was forced to marry in order for him to finally do her bidding for her.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>She gets drilled like a common whore in that scene.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, she does. But the next time they're together, she's the one on top, calling the shots.<</s>> He looks at me, incredulous. <<s Author>>What, you thought I hadn't seen these? Young people like me have a lot of free time on our hands. These scenes are all about female empowerment, not us being docile creatures or whatever you'd want to lead people to believe.<</s>> His smile, his arrogant smile, betrays a knowledge I am not sure I want to be privy to. Yet his arrogance and need to be right knows no bounds. <<s Bekham>>Despite your staunch need to be right, you just further proved my point.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I was exasperated. Would he ever admit defeat? <<s Bekham>>The lady in this, future queen or whatever, used sex in order to control her man in later stages. She had to ultimately resort to his base instincts to impart some sort of control in her relationship. And she was able to. You see, it doesn't matter what happens during the carnal act, although quite revealing and baring in nature. Them engaging in this unravels other aspects of their relationship. It's the end, and the means, justified all in one. Do you get the point?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well if that's the point you're trying to make...<</s>> I was considering what he was saying. <<s Author>>I guess it does make sense that during sex people's inhibitions are lowered.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. And what are movies but windows to a person's soul or a culture's truths?<</s>> <<s Author>>That is right...<</s>> He had a certain understanding, beyond just philosophy, that fascinated me. <<s Author>>It's only when people are at their weakest, most vulnerable, that their true nature is revealed.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. You get it.<</s>> His sweet, drilling smile was contagious, and I felt myself smiling back. <<s Bekham>>Now off you go. I have another class I need to prepare to.<</s>> Gathering my items, I headed out of class. //I really liked this private time with him and reaching an understanding...// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to find common ground.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 2>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to understand where he was coming from. I wanted to know what he was trying to teach us with all these oddly erotic materials he has been sharing. <<s Author>>Sir... what is it about these topics that we really need to learn? I'm at a loss.<</s>> Stunned by my honesty, he takes a breath before answering: <<s Bekham>>It's complicated to go into the details of it now. But there is more to this world than what your school has taught you for all these years.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure they could teach us about sex in cinema when we were teenagers?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Definitely not.<</s>> His smile shows he understands the irony of the situation, as he stands to go to the front of his desk. <<s Bekham>>There are topics that most people spend their whole lives not learning, and it is my personal philosophy that by understanding human behavior we can shape it, and we can further understand the way minds have shaped across centuries.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but what about sex?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>The lady in this, future queen or whatever, used sex in order to control her man. She had to ultimately resort to his base instincts to impart some sort of control in her relationship. And she was able to. You see, it doesn't matter what happens during the carnal act, although quite revealing and baring in nature. Them engaging in this unravels other aspects of their relationship. It's the end, and the means, justified all in one. Do you get the point?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well if that's the point you were trying to make...<</s>> I was considering what he was saying. <<s Author>>I guess it does make sense that during sex people's inhibitions are lowered.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. And what are movies but windows to a person's soul or a culture's truths?<</s>> <<s Author>>That is right...<</s>> He had a certain understanding, beyond just philosophy, that fascinated me. I could feel myself gushing a bit, as he stepped closer to my desk. <<s Author>>It's only when people are at their weakest, most vulnerable, that their true nature is revealed.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. You get it.<</s>> His sweet, drilling smile was contagious, and I felt myself smiling back as I looked up to him. His hand rested on my desk, close to me. I felt butterflies flying- <<s Bekham>>Now off you go. I have another class I need to prepare to.<</s>> Allowing myself to breathe again as he turned to go back to his desk, I struggled to gather my items. <<s Author>>Thanks for the lesson, sir.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You're welcome, <<print $name>>. I see real potential in you.<</s>> Something in me stirred, as I made my way out of class. //I really liked this private time with him and reaching an understanding... Did I really wish he'd do more than just theorize? Was there practice in philosophy?// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Visiting Mr. Bekham</h3></center> <div id="continue">Today's class with Mr. <<light Bekham>> was quite uneventful. However, as it neared its end, I was approached by a thoughtful professor. <<s Bekham>>See me after class. I have an offer.<</s>> //Odd…// There was a palpable tension in the air after that, and I was curious to find out what he might want from me. Something told me that whatever it was he needed, it would be interesting. Maybe even dangerous? The way he was looking at me was making me slightly uneasy, yet there was a delectable thrill through it all. It seemed like at every moment, he was making a new decision regarding me, and I didn't know which way he would take the constant evaluation in his mind. <<if $Bekham gte 3>>Despite feeling that we are close, I felt like I might have been mistaken and that it would all come crashing down here and now.<<else>>We weren't close, as I constantly challenged him in class, and I knew that it would come back to bite me. I never thought it would be so soon.<</if>> <center><img src="images/classes/bekham-classes/observing.jpg" height="400em"></center> As time passed and the tension rose, I couldn't help but think back on our previous professor, Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>, who was taking a leave of absence. It has been almost 2 months since the winter season with no news of her. Although a forceful character, she still respected us as individuals in her class, unlike Mr. <<light Bekham>> and his misogynistic views. The bell rang, announcing the end of class, as my classmates started gathering their books and items and headed out of class. <<s Eva>>Is everything okay?<</s>> Noticing I wasn't moving for the door, <<light Eva>> the constant friend checked up on me. <<s Author>>It's all good.<</s>> Mr. <<light Bekham>>, noticing the interaction, butted in. <<s Bekham>>If you'll excuse us, Eva, I need to talk to <<print $name>> for a moment.<</s>> <<link "Wait for her to go out">><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/classes/bekham-classes/thoughtful.jpg" height="400em"></center> Left alone in his class, I waited for my professor to start talking as he looked out of the window in obvious thoughtfulness. <<s Bekham>>I appreciate you staying behind for this.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not really like I had a choice, is it?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Well seen. But nevertheless, I appreciate you being cordial about it.<</s>> I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. <<s Bekham>>Ms. Tarnipp will be back next week.<</s>> Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>, the old philosophy teacher who disappeared after the winter break inexplicably, was coming back to school. Him being her substitute teacher, that meant… <<s Bekham>>That doesn't mean that I won't be teaching this class anymore as she isn't capable of carrying the same load as she once did.<</s>> I didn't yet understand the purpose of this meeting… <<s Bekham>>It does mean that I'll have less of the workload I currently have, and that students have their choice.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you wanted to see me because…<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I'd like to take you on as my assistant. <<if $Bekham gte 3>>You are studious, smart, and capable, and having you by my side will be extremely valuable.<<else>>Despite our differences, I can appreciate a smart person when I see one, and believe you have what it takes to excel in my classes, or at least elevate them.<</if>><</s>> That was an unusual proposal, and I didn't know what benefit it would bring me. <<s Bekham>>I can see your hesitation. I had a talk with the SA Office recently, and they told me about your college applications. "Teacher's assistant" would look great there, don't you think?<</s>> He made a valid point, although I did find it unusual that he'd suggest such a thing, especially since we're… In high school? <<s Bekham>>You don't have to give me your answer today, I just felt like informing you of my intentions. I would appreciate it a lot if you did consider this offer, it might be of great value to the both of us, and I am sure that our partnership will help us both in uncovering a lot more truth regarding the human condition.<</s>> //He does like the sound of his own voice// <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Leaving class, I was left with the choice and considerations to make ahead of next class. Did I want to stay with him in his classes despite his extreme ideologies? He always preached some sort of misogyny, or something along these lines. The lines were blurred with him, and I felt that it would be dangerous to go down that road. However, Ms <<light Tarnipp>> was not any better, as she always preached quite the opposite and her classes were often boring. Her affinity towards women is an asset however, a surefire way for some easy grades… I guess I'll have to make my choice next week… <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>A New Light</h3></center><<pickup $class "A New Light" 1>> <div id='continue'>Throughout today's class with <<light Bekham>>, I felt pulled and twisted trying to understand whether or not at the end of this session I'd agree to his request to join him or I'd deny myself the position of Teacher's Assistant. Then again, I had no idea what the position would entail and what to expect from it... <<s Yara>>Someone's head is in the clouds!<</s>> My athletic friend shimed in, smiling sweetly at me. <<s Author>>What? Oh sorry. I'm just thoughtful.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Meet me after class.<</s>> <<light Yara>> had always been demanding, assertive. I couldn't fulfill her request this time. <<s Author>>I have to do another thing...<</s>> <<s Yara>>No. You'll want to meet me, trust me..<</s>> There was a sense of urgency in her voice, something she knew that I didn't. Mr. <<light Bekham>> continued with his class. <<s Author>>Hello sir...<</s>> I had approached his desk by the end of the class. Children were still filtering through. <<s Author>>About today...<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I'm sorry to say, our meeting will have to wait for later. I have a meeting with Dr. Priscilla.<</s>> His meeting with the school principal saved me from having to bail out on the meeting myself.<<if $valentine.has("BekhamHorny")>> <<s Bekham>>It's about the future of philosophy at school, but I've got this.<</s>> He clarified, his stare intense as I remembered how he looked at me a few nights prior...<</if>> I nodded, understanding his case, and headed out to meet my friend. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<s Yara>>Weren't you busy?<</s>> She was quick to ask, a sly smile forming on her lips. <<s Author>>Mr. Bekham was busy.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Good. You didn't make the mistake yet.<</s>> The relief she showed worried me. <<s Author>>What's that supposed to mean?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Eva told me about you two's meeting last week. The secrecy of it.<</s>> She explained, before continuing, <<s Yara>>He wants you to stay in his class, maybe help him even, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Where are you getting with this?<</s>> <<s Yara>>There's a reason this guy gives everyone the ick, <<print $name>>. He's a misogynist who abuses his power.<</s>> <<s Author>>And Ms. Tarnipp doesn't?<</s>> <<s Yara>>She does, but she also helps girls like us succeed.<</s>> I had that exact thought last week. <<light Tarnipp>> might not be the best teacher out there, but she was the lesser of two evils. <<s Author>>I'm to be his teacher's assistant. That means I have some say in what he does in class. I can sway him to do right.<</s>> I explained, trying to convince myself more than I was my friend. <<s Yara>>'I can fix him!' She claims! Why fix him when you can cruise through with easy grades?<</s>> <<s Author>>Because I need the position if I want to continue my higher education. Grades aren't enough anymore.<</s>> I was frustrated at the whole thing, at having to take a decision in the first place. At the system. <<s Yara>>Look, give it some thought, I know I'll be in Tarnipp's classes, and so will Eva be. Your presence with us would mean a lot.<</s>> At the same time, <<light Bekham>> was a figure of authority that might have a positive impact on me... <<s Author>>Thank you for your concern. I am still to make my decision about this.<</s>> I clarified. <<s Yara>>I'll see you around.<</s>> She let her hand rest on my shoulder for a moment or two, before heading away. //I'm more lost than I was when class began. What will my choice be?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<less "classnumber" 1>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Special Event</h2><h3>The Lion's Den</h3></center> <div id="continue">A choice had to be made today. Whether I liked it or not, <<light Bekham>> wanted me to be his assistant, helping him with his class material with a promise of it paying off with my university applications. While it might not help me with my plans in becoming prom queen, I couldn't deny the importance of having a faculty member by my side to facilitate my academic goals should I need any help... On the other hand, there was the return of Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>, who, although overbearing at times, taught of more... Appropriate subjects. While Mr. <<light Bekham>> taught slightly misogynistic topics, she held strong feminist views. Both were extremists, in their own ways. <<if $subdom gte 5>>I felt however that whoever I chose, I wouldn't struggle much with keeping on top and having my impact on what was happening. I knew I could stand my ground with either, and I knew that if I was with Mr. <<light Bekham>> I would be able to influence his teaching, and maybe him eventually.<<else>>I knew that whoever I chose, I'll probably be following and learning from, and it really felt like I was deciding on who to trust to shape my mind... <</if>> Either way, it was time to head into the Lion's Den, and inform Mr. <<light Bekham>> of my decision. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Entering his office, I could immediately sense the kind of person that he was, as a prominent masculine aura filled the air. He noticed my arrival and gestured me in, standing to close the door behind me. I felt slightly vulnerable. <<s Bekham>>Glad to see you could make it, <<print $name>>. How did you find today's class?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Good">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It was good. Enlightening.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Glad to hear.<</s>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Not so great honestly">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, not so great. I was expecting something else.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Well that's unfortunate to hear.<</s>> His irritation was well apparent. <</replace>><</link>></div> He moved to take his seat in front of me at his desk, his posture intimidating albeit attractive somehow. <<s Bekham>>Have you given my offer some thought?<</s>> I nodded. <<s Author>>I have.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Before you make your decision, I hope you understand what you're getting into. If you choose to be my assistant, I will expect you to give me a lot of your time. It might go beyond just Friday classes.<</s>> Noticing my apprehension of the idea, he continued: <<s Bekham>>Worry not though, it won't impact any other classes, and we'll make sure it doesn't take away too much of your personal time.<</s>> Looking at me, he felt it important to add: <<s Bekham>>You also won't have to worry about your grades with me. Like at all.<</s>> That was an indeniable relief to hear, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought. He smiled back. <<s Bekham>>The choice is ultimately yours. But I know I'd be very happy to have us working closely together.<</s>> There was no hiding what he meant by that last sentence, as his choice dropped just a tiny bit. The man was sly, and he knew his way around with words. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel like I might miss out if I don't take Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>'s classes. She could really help me become more in tune with my strength as a girl, more in line with the feminist movement... <<s Bekham>>So. What do you say?<</s>> <div id='decision'><<link "//Closely together...//">><<replace "#decision">> <div id="choices2"><<if $Bekham gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Accept his offer">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $class 'Bekham' 1>><<replace "#choices2">> Eager to begin a new stage in my life, or maybe eager to be spending more time with this charismatic man, I inform him of my choice. <<s Author>>I believe this is the start of something beautiful.<</s>> His smile is wide, almost predatory.<<s Bekham>>I am sure it is. I'll see you next Friday. Be ready for an intense class.<</s>> And there it was. He already had plans for me and I feared what this meant. This was going to be interesting. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept his offer" "I don't feel close enough to him (Friendship<img src='images/icons/friend.png'> less than 3)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Reject his offer">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<pickup $class 'Tarnipp' 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Something inside of me fought against joining this man as an assistant to his classes. I had to decline his offer. <<s Author>>I am sorry, but this might not be the best choice for me.<</s>> His disappointment is obvious as he doesn't attempt to hide it from me. <<s Bekham>>That is most unfortunate. I'll see you around then.<</s>> His ability to bounce back however stunned me. It seems like he already had plans for what to do... Who knows what the future holds... From now on, Friday classes would be with Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Alpha vs Beta</h3></center> <div id='continue'>I had made my bed last session. Now was time for me to lie in it and see what kind of dreams (more probably nightmares) that will bring me. Today, I have found myself in a class mostly consisting of boys. All enamored by their newest teacher's confidence and gravitas, they were eager to continue learning from him about our society and the way it works. <<s Bekham>>Thank you for all of you who decided to stay with me through these classes. I am sure you're excited for what's to come, but I do believe some business and important announcements are to be shared first.<</s>> He had started talking, and everyone was listening. Sitting at the front of the half-filled class, I looked around to see that very few of my friends were taking the class with him. This would've worried me, had I had the time to think before he called on me. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>>. Mind standing in front of the class?<</s>> I listened to his request and stood. He elaborated. <<s Bekham>>I have decided to take on <<print $name>> here as my teacher's assistant. She will be aiding me in delivering the material and will serve as liaison between you and me whenever I am busy. Seeing as I will soon be having a lot of other ventures to care for, I trust her to keep the contact between us.<</s>> His hand rested on my shoulder, calmly, reassuringly, and I felt myself warm to his touch. //Why does this feel... Good?// <<s Bekham>>You may sit.<</s>> I listened to his words, and went back to my seat. I could see a few nasty stares granted in my direction. I guess I'll have to win them over moving forward. <<s Bekham>>For today's lesson, we're diving in the deep end. You all are aware of the kind of philosophy and life lessons I teach, so there will be no holding back in what I offer.<</s>> He announced, going for the jugular. <<s Bekham>>ALPHA VS BETA. Who knows the difference?<</s>> Boom. Class had started and it was a woozy. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>With the class over, I was called by <<light Bekham>> to join him at his desk as he packed up. I complied. <<s Bekham>>I didn't say this well enough earlier, but I really appreciate your choice to be joining me in these classes. I can see us doing great things in educating these young men together.<</s>> He praised me, and his words had the desired positive effect on me as I smiled. <<s Bekham>>I'll see you before class next Friday to prepare for the lesson. I have a plan for the class.<</s>> He announced, before ushering me on. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Praise his teachings in today's class">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey sir, thank you for today's class. It was truly enlightening.<</s>> I smiled sweetly at him, as he spoke up. <<s Bekham>>I'm glad to hear that. Your opinion is important. Especially when you're aware of what you're saying.<</s>> He meant especially when I agree with what he's saying. <<s Author>>Of course, sir. If more people were like you, we wouldn't lose what it means to be masculine in this world, and we'd have more opportunities to build stronger generations moving forward.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I should've gotten you to talk in front of this class today. Maybe next time things will be different then.<</s>> He announced, ushering me on. //Did I really want to suck up to my teacher like that? He did have some valid points on what it takes to make stronger men...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just leave">><<replace "#choices">>I preferred not to interject or give him my opinion on today's class. He didn't ask me for it, so I shouldn't give it to him, right? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Reprimand his alpha/beta approach">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stay silent. He had placed me as Teacher's Assistant for a reason. I had agreed for a reason. A reason I had shared with <<light Yara>>. <<s Author>>I'm not so sure about the meaning of what you taught today though sir.<</s>> I interjected, not willing to stay silent on the matter. <<s Bekham>>And what exactly do you not agree with?<</s>> He was intrigued. <<s Author>>This whole separation of masculinity between alpha and beta, between dominant and subjugated. This causes unnecessary tensions. Mental health...<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Mental health is for the weak. In this world, it's survival of the fittest. It's eat or be eaten, and...<</s>> The debate was on. <<s Author>>We no longer live in a jungle where these ideologies are prevalent, sir. We live in a society that has outgrown its meager origins.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Why is it then that the bad boy always wins the girl? Why are you attracted to the manly man, the one who subjugates others?<</s>> He might have thought he had a valid point. I didn't agree. <<s Author>>It's quite the opposite, sir. You think that's what the world hads come to. But women are not so vapid, so easily swayed.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I look forward for the day where you realize that what you're saying is false, dear miss. Until then, I'll meet you ahead of class next Friday.<</s>> He had dismissed me, debate ended just as quickly as it had begun. But I could recognize the glint of interest in his eyes. The glint of a challenge that he eagerly approached. And I was ready to spar. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Tarnipp is Back</h3></center> <div id='continue'>There was an obvious sense of excitement in the air, a thrill at the return of our old teacher to class. As we sat down to wait for her arrival, I looked around at who was present in that class. Almost all of my friends had elected to be joining this alternate, initial educational path. <<light Yara>> smiled at me, obviously happy with my choice. But <<light Eva>> was missing. I was intrigued, and figured I'd chek up on her later on. Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> walks in from the door, eager to get this class started, as she smiles at us and greets us. <<s Tarnipp>>It is so good to be back, and to see so many of you have elected to be taking this class again with me.<</s>> Indeed, most of the ladies in the class had noticed how easy it was to please our old teacher simply by virtue of our gender, and had decided to make use of that fact. I felt the same. I smiled at the realization myself. <<s Tarnipp>>Before we're back to class and the teachings that we're about to share, I'd like to announce that due to new regulations tied to our parallel teaching among Mr. <<light Bekham>> and myself, I will be grading your assignments and exercises on a curve. The verdict on this is final.<</s>> The shock that spread through the class like the soundwave of a nuclear bomb was instant, all of us reeling with the implications of such a revelation. //Was it too late to change classes? To accept <<light Bekham>>'s proposal?// Then the actual explosion happened. <<s stranger>>But miss, you can't do that! No one else grades on a curve!<</s>> <<s Yara>>What about universities?<</s>> <<s Eric>>My mom will hear about this.<</s>> Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> was firm. A strong hand that knew how to keep people in line. <<s Tarnipp>>The verdict is final. If anyone has a problem, you're welcome to take it up with Dr. <<light Priscilla>>.<</s>> The principal. No one dared talk. Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> started her lesson. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "Out of class">> As we walked out of class, <<light Yara>> and I were travelling alongside each other, talking about the newest revelation. <<s Yara>>Can you believe this!<</s>> She felt even more of the heat of this new advancement, as she hadn't always been the most active when it comes to philosophy. <<s Yara>>That's what was missing, wasn't it! A philosophy class graded on a curve to put me at the bottom of the class and jeapordize my chances of getting anywhere in this life.<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>Aren't you going to be attending colleges under a sports scholarship?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Yara>>Only if my grades allow them. They don't just want athletes, they want smart athletes. And I am smart, just not at the philosophical life-questioning stuff!<</s>> <<s Author>>You are smart.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Regardless. I need to find a solution for it.<</s>> She was convicted. The oddest idea came to my mind. <<s Author>>Hey. What if you and I-<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey girls!<</s>> Out of nowhere, <<light Eva>> appeared, eager to be talking to us. We were equally stunned. <<s Yara>>Eva! You're here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Of course, why wouldn't I be?<</s>> It was obvious to her, but not to us. <<s Author>>We figured you skipped school. What with you not coming to class and all.<</s>> She was quick to understand our confusion. <<s Eva>>Oh! Yes Ms. Tarnipp is back. I understand your confusion.<</s>> She understood. We didn't, and our faces showed it. <<s Eva>>I chose to take Mr. Bekham's classes.<</s>> She announced matter of factly. I was beyond confused. <<s Eva>>He even asked me to be his teacher's assistant.<</s>> I didn't know how to react to this situation, to this new advancement. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Good for her, I guess.">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the different factors of this new revelation, I felt untethered to the intricacies of the changes happening. I made my bed, it was time to lie in it. And so I smiled while <<light Yara>> frowned, and rushed to talk first: <<s Author>>I'm happy you made your choice and stuck to it. I hope it isn't too much of a dick-fest there!<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiled at me, happy to have received my acquiescance. <<s Yara>>I'm not happy with this though. You could be doing better.<</s>> My friend wasn't as thrilled. <<s Yara>>Bekham is the worst teacher at school, and now you're his assistant. It's going to be really bad.<</s>> I was out of it for now. I had other things to worry about than my friend having a good opportunity to make it through college. <<s Eva>>Regardless. What's done is done. It's only one class a week.<</s>> We took our leave, each headed her own way. //I need to remember to reach out to <<light Yara>> to hopefully study for these philosophy classes together!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>She's doing something stupid.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't thrilled with this new advancement. <<light Eva>> had done a mistake, and I had to mention that, as a friend. <<s Yara>>That's maybe the dumbest thing you've ever done, Eva.<</s>> My athletic friend beat me to it. <<s Author>>It really is. You've put yourself in a really bad position.<</s>> <<s Eva>>The position of Teacher's Assistant? I think not. It'll be amazing for my college applications.<</s>> <<s Author>>He told me the same thing.<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's the same bullshit he'd tell anyone gullible enough to buy it. And the position we are referring to is under this misogynist's control.<</s>> My friend clarified. <<s Eva>>You're just jealous you weren't asked.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yes, cause I'm not stupid!<</s>> A shot was fired. I preferred to calm the issue down. <<s Author>>Let's leave it at that. Good luck Eva.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I won't need it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You will.<</s>> We took our leave, each headed her own way. Tension was high for sure, so I decided not to talk to <<light Yara>> about this just yet. //I need to remember to reach out to <<light Yara>> to hopefully study for these philosophy classes together!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I'm mad at Yara for taking this away from me.">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was stunned by this recent development. And more than anything, I felt annoyed at my friend <<light Yara>> for taking away that option from my hands. <<s Yara>>That was the dumbest thing you've ever done.<</s>> My friend exclaimed. <<s Author>>The dumb thing was listening to you, Yara. I lost that chance.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Seriously?<</s>> She was blindsided by my reaction. <<s Author>>She's grading at a curve.<</s>> I reminded her. <<s Yara>>I mean...<</s>> She knew I had a point. I turned to my nerdy friend. <<s Author>>Good luck with your new position. I'm sure you'll do great.<</s>> She smiled at me, and I smiled back. <<light Yara>> still thought of the way I reprimanded her. We took our leave, each headed her own way. //I need to remember to reach out to <<light Yara>> to hopefully study for these philosophy classes together!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Bekham>>Thank you for meeting me, <<print $name>>. There's a lot to prepare for today's class.<</s>> The man's desk was disheveled, as he worked on organizing his papers and tried to sort them out. <<s Author>>How may I help you?<</s>> I asked him, trying to know where my aid was needed. <<s Bekham>>Here. Sort through these and let me know if you find anything related to the whole "gender" thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>The gender thing?<</s>> I asked, not quite understanding the task. <<s Bekham>>Yes. These are historical documents or at least documents about history that talk about different genders in indegenous tribes. Some of them are relevant to today's lesson and others are not.<</s>> <<s Author>>And what is today's lesson?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Bekham>>What gender is and how it is dictated by society.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well that's progressive.<</s>> I was already working on sorting through papers with him. <<s Bekham>>You'd think that, but there's always a message with me, as I'm sure you've gathered by now. I am looking to aid these young men and women to accept the limitations of their gender. So come on, help me with those shall you?<</s>> It was more of a command than a question, as we set out to work on the presentation that he'd want to present to class later today. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/paper-sorting.jpg">> At one point in our research, I saw a group of files that were related to ancient tribes that did not follow the "traditional" gender norms. In reading the file, I gathered that these tribes had female hunters just like they had male ones, and the roles of their society were equally separated, even at home. This interesting, different outlook on gender norms, would potentially aid in the professor's presentation. But it also did not aid in driving his particular case home. <div id='choices'>//Should I add it to the presentation?// <<link "A presentation about historical facts cannot ignore some of them." "Bekham Class 1 Inclusive">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><</link>> <<link "It doesn't help the point we're making. Let's keep it away." "Bekham Class 1 Exclusive">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Author>>Laws and Behavior?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Bekham>>Yes. It's about the philosophy or laws, and the morals behind them. How they clash with ethics.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's an interesting subject.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I knew you would appreciate it.<</s>> He said, smiling. <<s Bekham>>But the real question is what you think of it.<</s>> He elaborated, looking at me for a conversation. These meetings ahead of the lesson have been mostly about discussing these topics, about revealing more of my character to him, about showing my colors to him. And the recent months have had their impact on my character, helping me become more open to experiences, helping me discover my character more. <<s Bekham>>How do you define morals and ethics in relation to law and behavior? Should an individual in society remain lawful in all circumstances? Or does he lose of his humanity if he were to comply?<</s>> That was a loaded question, which in turn requires a loaded answer... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?">><<add "Bekham" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?<</s>> As I said the words, I noticed that I might have shared too much, my eyes catching my professor's, afraid of what he might say... <<s Bekham>> Only a crush?<</s>> He asked, encouraging my ideology. I was already in the shit, I needed to get out. <<s Author>>Well... Yeah. Kind of?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I believe it's much more than that, and I believe the upcoming class will prove it. Now explain your point, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, sending shivers down my spine. I sure was pliable... <<s Author>>It's usually unlawful for a professor to be with any student. In university settings, they ban such relationship, regardless of age.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>It's not that I have eyes for anyone...<</s>> I lied very clearly, <<s Author>>It's that should an individual, consenting of adult age, be interested in a romantic or sexual relationshop with any other consenting adult, who's to say what they can or cannot do?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>And how does that relate to morality and ethics?<</s>> I would dive in the deep end. Morality means nothing in the face of our urges. <<s Author>>What's unethical is attractive. A student being with her professor, neither knowing who's controlling the relationship, everyone else not knowing what happens between closed doors. There's something undeniably attractive about that game of "will they won't they". Ethically and morally, that is still frowned upon. But the heart wants what it wants.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Or the penis.<</s>> <<s Author>>That too.<</s>> I blushed as I looked at him. Part of me unconsciously argued in favor of the both of us engaging in some sort of naughty relationship... But I' sure he didn't take it that way, right? The way his eyes drifted across my body's curves suggested otherwise... <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 15 and $open gte 20>><<link "In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Even religion bans it. It is a sin.<</s>> <<s Author>>And yet most countries were founded on the basis of separation of church and state. So why does religion impose its laws on government?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You do have a point there. While ethical from a religious standpoint, it's immoral from a humanitarian view.<</s>> He stated, seeing my point. <<s Bekham>>Although one would argue that members of this community would benefit from being more open to morality themselves.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>How so?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Should they experience what it is like to be with a real man, should they allow themselves the pleasures of this fliratious endeavor, let go of their inhibitions and allow themselves to be attracted to true masculinity, and not that fake one that plagues the world, things would be entirely different.<</s>> He said, his words clashing with my ideologies. <<s Author>>I'm not quite sure that they care for masculinity.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>True masculinity can attract anyone.<</s>> <<s Author>>Is that so?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Bekham>>You'll see. Let's go to class.<</s>> <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Open below 20 and Bisex below 15">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "Conformity in society does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animals.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Conformity does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animalistic behavior.<</s>> I said. <<s Bekham>>So laws are there to quench our animalistic urges and make us humans. And without laws we're nothing but animals?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not entirely. Our morals and ethics are the ones that made law possible. A common sense made clear between all individuals in society. That's what makes us human.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Yet we punish by law those who break the ethics of their nation as opposed to those who go against their own morals.<</s>> <<s Author>>Morals and ethics are ever in conflict, as are morals and our animalistic urges. I think that's the real plight of society.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Interesting you would say that. So without morals and following ethics and the law, all should be good?<</s>> <<s Author>>I guess...<</s>> I had somewhat lost the thread of the argument, but the logic was present there. <<s Bekham>>So the relationship between man and wife, ethical in its lawfulness, can forego morals. The man can bend her over his leg and spank her, and she'll submit to his dominant touch, simply because they are man and wife following their animalistic impulses. He can fuck her wherever and whenever, so long as they follow the law.<</s>> The professor spoke with crude words, an argument I couldn't counter. <<s Author>>Following the logic, yes.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I look forward to the day you're wedded and bedded, <<print $name>>. You'll make a good wife.<</s>> I did not expect the argument to get here. <<s Author>>Wouldn't you like to know!<</s>> I tried retaliating. <<s Bekham>>We're about to find that out.<</s>> He said. <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Smarts below 30">><</if>> <<link "I don't know... Why don't you tell me?">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel ready for such an argument, and if there's a reason I was his teacher's assistant it would be to learn and be taught by this wise man. <<s Author>>I don't really know... Why don't you tell me?<</s>> I asked him. That didn't sit well with the man, who was quick to criticize me. <<s Bekham>>I did not expect you to be such a docile girl with no real opinion of her own.<</s>> He said, immediately hurting my pride. <<s Bekham>>But then again, I shouldn't have expected any better than someone without a true sense of morality.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why are you talking like that?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I took you in as teacher's assistant to take your opinion on things. Not to stand next to me and pretty. I need your mind to work, not be docile.<</s>> He stated. And he had a point. <<s Bekham>>Regardless. The upcoming class should give you what you want since that's what you're looking for.<</s>> <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg">> The spanker sat at his desk, his confidence unwavered. Our last time together, he had me bent over his lap in front of a class full of people. And part of me liked it. <<s Bekham>>Why are you still at the door? Come, take a seat.<</s>> The domineering individual spoke with authority, ushering me towards one of the chairs that faced his desk. I complied and sat there, my ass resting on the cushions and remembering the hard hand going down on it, a threatening reminder of the danger that lurked behind the eyes of the man that I currently faced. <<s Bekham>>You know, I never expected this... partnership to bring that much benefit with it.The students are praising me after the last class.<</s>> I was smart enough to know the reason behind it. <<s Author>>That's because you appeal to their male gaze, sir.<</s>> I stated. The smile creeping on his face was reassuring. We were talking on common ground. <<s Bekham>>I have respect for you, <<print $name>>. Moreso than I usually would for a student. Or a girl.<</s>> I found it in me to stand up to him for a bit. <<s Author>>Respectfully sir, I am no girl.<</s>> I said. He would not belittle me. <<s Bekham>>Indeed, you are not.<</s>> His eyes roamed across my body, resting on my chest. <<if $boobsize is 3 or $boobsize is 4>>He was impressed by what he saw.<<else>>He hoped to see more.<</if>> <<s Bekham>>But I'd gamble that they aren't the only ones that enjoyed the last session.<</s>> He said pointedly, his eyes moving back to bore into mine, challenging me. <<s Author>>I did my duty. But I hope it is not something to be repeated.<</s>> I said, trying at the same time to fool myself and him. Whether I liked it or not, accepted it or tried to dismiss it, part of me liked the tension permeating the air. Liked the challenge that his sight brought. <<s Bekham>>Is that so? Are you to convince me that this is where the game halts, where things end for you?<</s>> He said. Apparently, for him, it was all to my benefit. I knew the case to be different. But despite conflicting emotions, I knew that this game of ours would play out one side of the other, our flirtations (or lack thereof being a flirtation of its own) would come to a heed. Would I be the one in control or would he take the reins of the conversation? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte -15>><<link "I need to keep some control. Let's tease the man.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My strategy needed to keep up with his. He was obviously into me, and I'd use that to my advantage. <<s Author>>I don't believe that is where things need to end, sir.<</s>> I said as I stood up from my desk, moving slightly away from him and in the open space of his office. <<s Author>>I do believe though that you hold less power than you think you do.<</s>> I claimed, my hands already moving to start taking care of my clothing. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease1.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>Oh and what exactly do you think you're doing here?<</s>> He said. <<s Bekham>>How exactly do you claim to hold power in the face of your professor.<</s>> I tutted, knowing that by the simple fact that he was asking questions, my teacher lacked aspects of the conversation. He did not know what awaited him. <<s Author>>Good sir. I control the pace. I decide what articles to remove.<</s>> I said, my fingers teasing the hem of my dress, my bra barely showing underneath my slightly open shirt. <<s Author>>And I get to decide, at any moment, to call for help. What will people say when they see a student in a vulnerable position, with a dominant, evil man next to her?<</s>> I teasingly asked, raising the skirt I wore to show a bit more skin. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease2.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>Is that so? In the current position you find yourself in, there is no vulnerability.<</s>> He said, trying to keep up with the game being played. <<s Author>>A challenge you're not ready for, sir.<</s>> I said, my fingers already moving to the next button on the shirt, teasingly threatening to undo it without following through. <<s Author>>But you like it that way. You prefer it, don't you?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Despite your teasing demeanor, you are a smart individual, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He didn't have to verbally confirm it. He was trying to hide, yet the rising in his pants, concealed behind the desk but making him adjust his position, told me all I needed to know. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease3.jpg">> I pushed my luck, lowering my shirt over my shoulders, revealing the bra that hid underneath. His eyes glew with appreciation. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I teased. He only nodded. <<s Author>>Come on, use your words, Mr. Professor.<</s>> I continued mocking, pouting as I spoke. <<s Bekham>>Yes. I do.<</s>> He said, his breath heavy. <<s Bekham>>Now be a good girl and show me more.<</s>> He requested, trying to regain power. The man had a natural air of dominance, an innate charisma that I could not deny. And his request was made with conviction. One last attempt to control the encounter. If I gave him what he wanted, we'd be back on equal grounds, an understanding of our teasing relationship still continuing. If I was not to listen to him, I'd be shifting the scales in my advantage... <div id="choices2"><<link "My professor spoke. I need to listen">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I had to listen to him. I had to follow his orders. And I stripped. His growing smile told me he had regained power over the conversation. And part of me acknowledged that. Before he made his request, I knew we were equal partners in this... Or at least I hoped so. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease4.jpg">> As I revealed my underwear to him, showing him my curves, curves I was proud of, he spoke in praise. <<s Bekham>>That's such a good girl, <<print $name>>. You'll turn lots of heads in the right spaces.<</s>> He said, thoughtful for a moment. <<s Author>>I'm glad you like what you see, sir.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Bekham>>I might have something of an interest for you in the upcoming spring break trip. Will you be able to make it?<</s>> He asked, intense in his words. <<s Author>>If I can afford it.<</s>> I said, feeling vulnerable in my underwear. What did he have planned for me? <<s Bekham>>A smart lady like you with loads of contacts will find a way to make it. If it's any consolation, you won't have to worry about the upcoming exam.<</s>> <<s Author>>Exam?<</s>> We were having a normal conversation, me in my underwear, vulnerable, exposed. He had regained power by simply having me succumb, yet I couldn't find it in me to go back on my tracks without his request. <<s Bekham>>Yes, next week.<</s>> He said. <<s Bekham>>You'll be helping supervise it.<</s>> I nodded my head in acknowledgment. <<s Bekham>>You can get dressed. Today's session is going to be a quick one.<</s>> He finally gave me the permission I awaited, and I found myself back in my clothed preparing for the next session, an uneventful one. <<link "Go to class and finish it" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I hold the power here.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I smiled at him, knowing I now held the power in this, seeing him shift in his seat, something making him quite uncomfortable. <<s Author>>I don't think I will.<</s>> I said, smiling down at him. His confidence wavered, before he steeled his resolve and spoke again. <<s Bekham>>You're an interesting one, <<print $name>>. Constantly proving me wrong. A challenge.<</s>> He said, praising me in all the right words. <<s Bekham>>I may yet find use of you. Will you be going on the spring break trip?<</s>> He asked, mentioning the interesting travel that awaited the whole class. <<s Author>>I might.<</s>> I said, not giving a clear answer. <<s Bekham>>You may very well be of use.<</s>> He reiterated. <<s Bekham>>If it helps in any way, you will not need to study for the upcoming exam.<</s>> <<s Author>>An exam?<</s>> I asked, already fixing my clothing. The game was over and it was time for business. <<s Bekham>>Yes. The class is having an exam next week. You'll help me supervise.<</s>> He stated, adjusting his pants himself. <<s Author>>I hope it won't be too hard. On them.<</s>> I said, the double entendre clear for the both of us. Beyond a small cough to conceal his emotions, my professor did not answer. The assistant does have a few tricks up her sleeve... <<s Bekham>>Today's session is going to be a quick one.<</s>> He claimed as he was to prepare for it. And indeed it was. <<link "Go to class and finish it" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I need to keep some control" "Too submissive for that (15)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 15>><<link "I trust him to lead me on the right path. Succumb.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... You're right. I don't know...<</s>> I spoke hesitantly. No matter what I thought, how I felt, there was one truth I could not deny for myself. I liked the way it felt when he took control. <<s Bekham>>That's it. The fall of pride and acceptance of truth.<</s>> He said, his tone deep, filtering through me and making me feel weak. Good thing I was seated... <<s Bekham>>Stand.<</s>> Came his command. I followed his request before I even noticed my body was doing so. I stood in front of him. <<s Bekham>>Did you like it?<</s>> He asked. We both knew he was talking about the beautiful spanking I received at his hands. I had to admit the truth. make pride fall away. <<s Author>>I did, sir.<</s>> The "sir" I added. I needed to show deference to his authority. He seemed to like it. <<s Bekham>>That's a good girl.<</s>> The words he spoke thrilled me greatly. <<s Bekham>>And do you want more of it?<</s>> He asked, knowing the answer but wanting me to admit it. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I admitted in a whisper. He was usually cruel. But he did not make me repeat myself. Instead he stood, still looking at me, taking in my curves. I dared not move, my eyes held low, showing him I accepted my lowered position on the totem pole. <<s Bekham>>That's a good attitude to have. Look at me.<</s>> He said. My eyes quickly moved up to meet his. His deep stare made me feel weak once more. I wanted to succumb. <<s Bekham>>Let's give you what you need, you desperate child.<</s>> He said as he moved to the couch and found his seat, patting the space next to him. Like one would for their pet. Like a master would for the person they own. Like he would keep doing for me, his subservient subject. I followed suit. Rather than sitting, which I intended to do, he surprised me with quick movements, immediately holding me above his lap. My skirt rode up, revealing my underwear. <<s Bekham>>That's what naughty girls like you need in order to maintain your right place. Your parents should have taught you better.<</s>> My parents were not there, often. This adult would teach me my place as no one ever did. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/me-spanking2.mp4">> My ass shook, my moans rose, and my heartbeat quickened as my master of a professor disciplined me in the privacy of his office. I tried to keep silent, yet his hand moved with aggression, anger, against my exposed cheeks. <<s Author>>Oh... Ouch...<</s>> I moaned out in pain. Small, stings coursed through me. He stopped for but a moment. <<s Bekham>>Do you want me to stop?<</s>> The answer was clear. I deserved the humiliation. Pride had no place here. <<s Author>>No. Please, discipline me.<</s>> I said to my dominant master, eager to be put in my place. He gave me what I wanted, asked for, needed. He spanked me like a naughty girl gets spanked after being caught cheating. I did not cheat. Like a child gets scolded after making a mistake. I made no mistake. Like a slut gets treated after forgetting to swallow. I would've swallowed. My mind raced with scenarios, stories I could tell myself to remove myself from the situation I found myself in. Yet none of them could hide the truth. I cam here on a friday morning, knowing that my professor would look for a way to humiliate me once more, and instead of waiting for class for that to happen, willingly offered myself up to be spanked in his office. This father figure would be an authority that I crave the approval of, and I'd keep giving him what he asked of me. He deserved it. My mind played and raced, and I ended up putting all pride aside. I needed... <<s Author>>More. Please give me more!<</s>> I asked of my assailant, wanting the debasement to continue, intensify. <<s Bekham>>As you wish, assistant slut.<</s>> He said, following through and giving me what I craved, as his hand grasped my panties and pulled on them, rubbing them against my wet folds, bringing me a pleasure that merged with the pain of his spanks. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/me-spanking3.mp4">> I moaned even louder. <<s Bekham>>There will come a time where you can shout for everyone to hear what a slut you are. Today is not that day, shut the fuck up.<</s>> He said as he molested me, and I accepted his actions. It wasn't molestation if it was willing, and I wanted all of the humiliation he wrought upon me. <<s Bekham>>You'll make a great addition to the ranks going into the spring break trip. You are going, right?<</s>> His mention of the trip was humiliating. Did he have plans for me even abroad? <<s Author>>I'll try to.<</s>> I moaned out to him. <<s Bekham>>Good. Good girl.<</s>> His words yet again found their way to my heart, right before a spank interrupted the emotions I was feeling. <<s Bekham>>You won't have to worry about the next exam. So long as you submit, you won't have to worry about my class.<</s>> He stated smuggly. I moaned out in acceptance. His hand came down one last time, a powerful spank that rippled through me, the sound extremely loud. If anyone was outside, they'd hear it. <<s Bekham>>Get dressed. We have a class to prepare.<</s>> He dismissed me, throwing me on the couch. Just like that, my master has finished playing with his toy. I quickly adjusted my clothing, my panties wet from my excitement, as I rushed to help him prepare for the upcoming class. It would be a short one. <<link "Go and finish with the class." "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I trust him to lead me on the right path." "Too dominant for that (15)">><</if>> <<link "It would be better to not engage in that dangerous game.">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I preferred not to put more than I needed to on the line. And I decided not to fall for his many traps. If I was to control him, I'd need to be vigilant at all times. <<s Author>>I think you need this game to continue more than I do. And I find myself unwilling to keep the charade going.<</s>> I stated, clearly showing him my intentions. He held his anger quite well for someone who was just shut down by a student of all things. <<s Bekham>>I think I placed my trust and attention in the wrong person, then.<</s>> He said, closing off on himself. <<s Bekham>>And to think I had beautiful plans for you for the upcoming trip...<</s>> I simply smiled to myself. <<s Author>>Unfortunate. I am your class assistant, not your lapdog.<</s>> I said, challenging him to claim otherwise. He did not. <<s Bekham>>Indeed you are. You'll be helping supervise next week's exam.<</s>> He stated clearly. <<s Author>>Exam?<</s>> I asked, the information news to me. <<s Bekham>>Yes. You'll be watching over the class.<</s>> He looked at the files in front of him. <<s Bekham>>Today's class will be a quick one.<</s>> He was visibly frustrated. Things did not go the way he expected them to. And indeed, the class passed quite quickly all things considered. <<link "Go to class and finish it" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Bekham>>Did I stutter?<</s>> My professor had just shared his plans for the upcoming session, and it was an interesting request that he had made. <<s Author>>How is that strategy fair?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>If someone is courageous enough to make that request of you, do you not think that it shows something about their character, about what life might ask of them later on?<</s>> He asked. He wanted me to give the answers to anyone who manages to convince me of it as their friend despite being my professor's assistant in class. A strategy that I did not entirely understand, but one he seemed so sure of. <<s Author>>And what if I give the answers to everyone? How would that prove your point?<</s>> I asked him, already challenging his view of things. <<s Bekham>>It would not. I trust you to give the answers only to the students that deserve it. That will be your exam. Look beyond your friendships and serve the true masculine presences in class.<</s>> He said, making his point very clear to me. I was to help advertise his antiquated view on masculinity and society if I wanted to get a good grade. While the choice was ultimately mine on who to help, it did carry with it the weight of a grade and of personal conviction. Then there was still the topic of our meeting here... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Ask for a spanking">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I move to make my request from my professor, remembering the beautiful moment we shared the last time, he speaks first, standing up. <<s Bekham>>Come on. Let's go to class.<</s>> My professor speaks, ignoring me and the feelings I had started harboring. I was about to ask my professor to spank me, simply because I liked it... And that was something I never imagined myself doing... This relationship of sorts was evolving in a very intriguing manner, and I wasn't entirely sure what awaited me on the other side, to be giving myself so freely for a disciplining... <<link "Go to Class" "Bekham Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do nothing">><<replace "#choices">>Neither one nor the other mattered much to me. This would remain to be a professional relationship, and I'd make sure that it doesn't devolve any one way. Moments later, my professor stood, preparing himself to leave. <<s Bekham>>Time for the exam.<</s>> <<link "Go to Class" "Bekham Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Tease my professor">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The game we were playing last time needs to be continued. My professor needed me to challenge him, especially in the way I already had been leading up to now. I hooked my finger in the front of my shirt, starting to slowly lower it. He didn't care one bit, immediately standing and preparing to leave. <<s Bekham>>Time for the exam. Let's go.<</s>> He said, heading for the door. This tango of seduction would have to wait, it seems, but I knew that I'd soon have this self-proclaimed powerful man hooked around my finger. I'd put him in his place, and he'd love to serve... <<link "Go to Class" "Bekham Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Bekham>>We need to talk.<</s>> The dominant professor did not care to greet me as he saw me enter his office, a seriousness in his tone that could not be ignored. It seems like whatever else I thought would happen in this room was to be put to the side today. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> I decided to adapt a more rational approach, keeping my emotions and expectations in check. There was always an energy to this room, and I didn't know what it was exactly, but I knew that I anticipated something, anything. <<s Bekham>>We need to talk about Tarnipp.<</s>> The teacher he'd substituted, his rival of sorts in the philosophy program of this school. <<s Author>>What about her?<</s>> I asked him, intrigued by this development in strategy. <<s Bekham>>I'm working on big picture stuff, to advance myself in comparison to her, but the SUP applications will not be enough.<</s>> He stated, <<s Bekham>>I need influence. Over her actions.<</s>> His explanation was intriguing. <<s Author>>You're looking to defeat her, get her out.<</s>> I stated. <<s Bekham>>Without Tarnipp...<</s>> <<s Author>>You'd be able to control most of the school.<</s>> I completed. <<s Bekham>>All of it.<</s>> He instead corrected. This was dangerous, but also kind of appealing. <<s Bekham>>I want you to get as much information as you can on her for me. Act like the disgruntled teacher's assistant that has been kicked out of my program over... Creative differences... And get her buy-in, gain her trust, and report back to me.<</s>> He further explained. He had moved away from behind his desk, inviting me to sit on his side couch. The tension rose once more as our body slowly got closer together, a certain electricity coursing through the air. <<s Bekham>>We'll be able to strategize next Friday, but I want your help in this. I want you to do this, for me.<</s>> He said as he sat next to me, the intensity of the moment rising. His hand slowly, delectably, moved to rest on my thigh. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/switch-seduction1.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "Take things into my own hands">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>He wasn't the one seducing me. I was seducing him. <<s Author>>If we are to do this, I'm doing it my own way.<</s>> I said as I moved his hand away from my thigh, and instead placed my own hand on his pants. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/switch-seduction3.mp4">> He was already hard for me. The eager dog. <<s Author>>This is exciting you. This whole spying game.<</s>> I slowly took control of the situation, placing my own emotions on him, and willing him to admit them for me. <<s Bekham>>The potential power is what's exciting.<</s>> He tried to counter. <<s Author>>I'm sure of that.<</s>> I teased as I squeezed just a tiny bit on the member I felt in his pants. <<s Author>>Do you trust me?<</s>> I asked him. He looked intrigued by my question, which came almost out of left field. <<s Author>>If I am to do this, I need to take my own decisions. Do you trusty me in them?<</s>> I explained just a bit more. <<s Bekham>>I do.<</s>> The once dominant, confident man, meekly said. An older adult accepting my authority, a delectable sight. <<s Author>>Good. Then we'll strategize next Friday.<</s>> I teased him then, as I separated myself from him. <<s Author>>I have a class to attend, and you have a class to prepare.<</s>> I simply said to him, his arrogance now transferred to me. What a beautiful reversal of roles. He might be seeking power, but I was the conduit, and I chose what he got. <<link "Go to Class" "Tarnipp Class 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take things into my own hands" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "Accept his advances">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/switch-seduction2.jpg">> Seeing my compliance, my professor moved his hand further up my leg, as I accommodated him even further by placing them against each other. I kind of wanted this. I wanted him to lust over me, and I wanted him to like me like that. <<s Bekham>>So will you do it for me?<</s>> The dominant man asked me. I could only comply with him, his promise of pleasure too good to ignore, rather ignoring everything else for the moment. I felt myself wetten under his touch, as I nodded my acceptance. <<s Bekham>>Good girl.<</s>> These two words again, and the intense power they've always held over me... I couldn't deny that I needed his validation, and I hoped I'd be able to get it in my spying game. <<link "Go to Class" "Tarnipp Class 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<dark "Tell him I have a partner" "He's my partner!">><<else>><<link "Tell him I have a partner">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't entertain this game for much longer. <<s Author>>I'll do this for you, Bekham, but I have a partner.<</s>> I said, creating some distance between us, not willing to succumb to the emotions that I was being faced with. <<s Bekham>>That spring break.<</s>> He simply intonated, before standing up. <<s Bekham>>So be it. Do your thing, and we'll meet again next Friday ahead of class.<</s>> He claimed. Not willing to remain there a moment longer than I had to, knowing the danger of optics in this in my own relationship, I decided to remove myself from this situation, and head to class instead. //Time for some spying.// <<link "Go to Class" "Tarnipp Class 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> <<s Bekham>>Before the advent of Europeans, Native Americans, embraced gender fluidity. There were no gender binaries. There were men and women, and then there were feminine men and manly women, and transgendered individuals. In native North American societies, these individuals were considered to be 'normal'. In fact, those who adopted fluid gender roles were called Two Spirit female and Two Spirit male; and were considered supremely gifted, having the knowledge and ability to understand two opposing sides. There were no defined rules, no distinct binaries. In these societies, men and women frequently assumed opposite gender identities, occasionally cross-dressing, but almost always adopting the universal occupational roles assigned to each sex.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/gender-inclusive-tribe.jpg">> As <<light Bekham>> spoke, the class listened on, interested in this new revelation about history and gender, something unusual for the professor to be talking about. I smiled to myself, knowing full well that this part of the presentation was there because I argued for it, convincing him to add it. But there was still something hidden behind there, something that he seemed to want to use against me. <<s Bekham>>Yet these views on gender, held by tribes that never progressed in the new age, are outdated. With the coming of a Western European point of view with their colonization of these places, a more mainstream aspect of gender and relationship of power between the different sexes in society prevailed.<</s>> He explained. <<s Bekham>>And the example is right here with us, our dearest <<print $name>> being teacher's assistant, will help us demonstrate it.<</s>> He ushered me up to stand in front of the class. <<s Bekham>>Let's see. How about you choose someone from the class to stand in front of you in the comparison we're about to make?<</s>> He asked me, looking to see who I'd choose to help him prove whatever point he intended to make. In front of me, there were few of my friends that I trusted to stand in front of me. I knew whoever I'd chose, he'll want to prove that they were a man who naturally would have more control than me in this world. There was going to be a battle of wills, and he intended to prove a point through it. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> Choosing my friend <<light Leo>> out of everyone that were seated there, I knew that his softer demeanor would be beneficial to the point that I would be trying to make in my own counter-argument with <<light Bekham>>. The professor scoffed at my approach as <<light Leo>> stood in front of the class alongside me. <<s Bekham>>The sexes. Male and Female.<</s>> He announced, <<s Bekham>>And these two will prove it to you. The temptation to follow their inner urges, to cede and give the other what they want.<</s>> He placed a bottle of water on the desk, a little ways away. <<s Bekham>>Who will convince the other to bring the water bottle to them?<</s>> What kind of test was that, what did it prove? Was subservience naturally feminine? Was control naturally masculine? How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 15>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Leo>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Leo>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Leo understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Leo>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Leo>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Leo>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Leo>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Leo>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -20>><<link "Leo is naturally submissive. He'll crack">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">>I smiled at my friend, both of us immediately knowing what the outcome of this encounter would be. But it was going to be a game for the both of us to play. <<s Author>>Hey Leo what is gender exactly?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely not submission or dominance.<</s>> <<s Author>>So it doesn't matter how strong willed one is or isn't.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It does not.<</s>> We were in agreement. <<s Author>>I don't think it's fair to lose time for the whole class to follow this logic. Care to prove that despite your physical attributes you do not really care about gender roles?<</s>> I asked him. He simply smiled and went to grab the bottle for me. <<s Leo>>My gender is not defined by my genitals or what I was born as, and neither is it defined by how well I can manipulate my friend and the toxic behavior I could exhibit. But if that's the criteria you're looking for, sir, then I'm more of a female than <<print $name>> is here.<</s>> My friend said as he handed over the bottle. <<light Bekham>> watched on as did the class in stunned attention. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 20>><<link "Leo is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>The professor had given just the right challenge to put me in my place. Despite wanting to influence the lecture in my way, I knew that I couldn't stand up to my dominantly masculine friend. And I knew I wanted to prop him up in front of our friends. <<s Author>>That's a smart approach, professor.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Naturally, I cannot stand up to Leo.<</s>> My friend smiled. Sure, we have been working on improving his character these past few weeks, but this moment here would be a statement for everyone to see the character he'd become. <<s Leo>>Be a good girl and hand me over that bottle.<</s>> My friend said with a strong attitude, one I could only accept. I went to grab him the bottle, as Mr. <<light Bekham>> watched on with a big smile. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Leo doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Eric>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Eric>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Eric understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "cuck" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Eric>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Eric>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Eric>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Eric>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Eric>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20>><<link "Eric is naturally submissive to me. He'll crack">><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<light Eric>> would do anything to please me, and we both knew that. <<s Author>>Hey Eric we both know you are confident in your masculinity.<</s>> I said, already threading my string with which I was to manipulate him. He nodded in agreement. <<s Author>>And we both know you very much do not care about proving a point like the one the professor is trying to make.<</s>> I added. <<s Eric>>Of course.<</s>> He said, following my lead. <<s Author>>Except, of course, showing what it means to be a gentleman.<</s>> I said, smiling. He was blindsided by this, but still nodded his head. <<s Author>>So how about we show these men here what it means to be a gentleman and not keep a lady waiting?<</s>> I asked him, knowing full well that to him it would be explained what he was about to do. To them, they'd be seeing a man lower himself to serve a woman her drink, without being compelled to. They'd see how weak-willed he is and how eager to please I've made him to be. I'd influence his image and he'd aid me in that. And that's what he did, going to grab the water bottle to serve it to me. What a gentleman, letting a woman step all over him to get what she wants! While Mr. <<light Bekham>> fumed at the fact that I proved him wrong, I found myself smiling at the way I was able to completely turn the lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $cuck lte 10>><<link "Eric is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>I knew that I couldn't really inlfuence my friend as much as I hoped to. And he knew it too. <<s Eric>>We both know what gender roles our professor expects us to fulfill.<</s>> He said, smiling at me. He understood the playing field, and made it clear with that statement. I still had to try to even the odds. <<s Author>>How about you be a gentleman though?<</s>> A desperate attempt, but one I had to take. <<s Eric>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>! I've had a long day at work while you stood here at home doing nothing. Just bring me my water bottle.<</s>> The man said, mimicking a married couple. The class laughed at this comparison, looking at what I was to do. <<s Author>>But husband!<</s>> I faked indignation, playing into his game. <<s Eric>> <<print $name>> be a good girl and give me that water bottle.<</s>> His tone suddenly shifted, making it clear what he expected of me. It was stunning to see this shift in portrayal and character, especially in <<light Eric>>. I looked at him, and his eyes bore right through me. Making it clear I didn't have a choice. Something in me liked serving him his bottle as he had requested. I could see myself waiting on him. I saw myself move to give him his bottle. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<s Eric>>Thank you, wife.<</s>> He said, his words immediately flashing a possible future in front of my eyes. I could see him controlling the relationship. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 25>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Jerome>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Jerome>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. <<light Jerome>> might be a strong-willed individual, but we both knew deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges, no matter the facade he put up in front of everyone. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. His eyes fluttered, weakened by my emboldened stare. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Jerome understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend, winking at him. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Jerome>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Jerome>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Jerome>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. I understood how <<light Jasmin>> would fall for his tricks, I was doing so myself now. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Jerome>>Come on, go for it white girl. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Jerome>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<dark "Jerome is a character I have no special influence on." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> As <<light Bekham>> spoke, the class listened on, interested in his knowledge about history and gender, something unusual for the professor to be talking about. I smiled to myself, knowing full well that I had aided in rewriting his presentation to omit certain facts I found, to aid in the propaganda that would come of this class. <<s Bekham>>Gender has always shifted, certain ideologies becoming outdated, and other, more accurate ones of what it means to be male or female, lasting longer. With the coming of a Western European point of view with their colonization of other cultures, a more mainstream aspect of gender and relationship of power between the different sexes in society prevailed, helping revolutionize outdated views.<</s>> He explained. <<s Bekham>>And the example is right here with us, our dearest <<print $name>> being teacher's assistant, will help us demonstrate it.<</s>> He ushered me up to stand in front of the class. <<s Bekham>>Let's see. How about you choose someone from the class to stand in front of you in the comparison we're about to make?<</s>> He asked me, looking to see who I'd choose to help him prove whatever point he intended to make. In front of me, there were few of my friends that I trusted to stand in front of me. I knew whoever I'd chose, he'll want to prove that they were a man who naturally would have more control than me in this world. There was going to be a battle of wills, and he intended to prove a point through it. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> Choosing my friend <<light Leo>> out of everyone that were seated there, I knew that his softer demeanor would be beneficial to the point that I would be trying to make in my own counter-argument with <<light Bekham>>. The professor scoffed at my approach as <<light Leo>> stood in front of the class alongside me. <<s Bekham>>The sexes. Male and Female.<</s>> He announced, <<s Bekham>>And these two will prove it to you. The temptation to follow their inner urges, to cede and give the other what they want.<</s>> He placed a bottle of water on the desk, a little ways away. <<s Bekham>>Who will convince the other to bring the water bottle to them?<</s>> What kind of test was that, what did it prove? Was subservience naturally feminine? Was control naturally masculine? How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 15>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Leo>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Leo>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Leo understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspect of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Leo>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Leo>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Leo>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Leo>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Leo>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -20>><<link "Leo is naturally submissive. He'll crack">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">>I smiled at my friend, both of us immediately knowing what the outcome of this encounter would be. But it was going to be a game for the both of us to play. <<s Author>>Hey Leo what is gender exactly?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely not submission or dominance.<</s>> <<s Author>>So it doesn't matter how strong willed one is or isn't.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It does not.<</s>> We were in agreement. <<s Author>>I don't think it's fair to lose time for the whole class to follow this logic. Care to prove that despite your physical attributes you do not really care about gender roles?<</s>> I asked him. He simply smiled and went to grab the bottle for me. <<s Leo>>My gender is not defined by my genitals or what I was born as, and neither is it defined by how well I can manipulate my friend and the toxic behavior I could exhibit. But if that's the criteria you're looking for, sir, then I'm more of a female than <<print $name>> is here.<</s>> My friend said as he handed over the bottle. <<light Bekham>> watched on as did the class in stunned attention. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspects of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 20>><<link "Leo is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>The professor had given just the right challenge to put me in my place. Despite wanting to influence the lecture in my way, I knew that I couldn't stand up to my dominantly masculine friend. And I knew I wanted to prop him up in front of our friends. <<s Author>>That's a smart approach, professor.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Naturally, I cannot stand up to Leo.<</s>> My friend smiled. Sure, we have been working on improving his character these past few weeks, but this moment here would be a statement for everyone to see the character he'd become. <<s Leo>>Be a good girl and hand me over that bottle.<</s>> My friend said with a strong attitude, one I could only accept. I went to grab him the bottle, as Mr. <<light Bekham>> watched on with a big smile. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Leo doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Eric>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Eric>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Eric understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspects of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "cuck" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Eric>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Eric>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Eric>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Eric>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Eric>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20>><<link "Eric is naturally submissive to me. He'll crack">><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<light Eric>> would do anything to please me, and we both knew that. <<s Author>>Hey Eric we both know you are confident in your masculinity.<</s>> I said, already threading my string with which I was to manipulate him. He nodded in agreement. <<s Author>>And we both know you very much do not care about proving a point like the one the professor is trying to make.<</s>> I added. <<s Eric>>Of course.<</s>> He said, following my lead. <<s Author>>Except, of course, showing what it means to be a gentleman.<</s>> I said, smiling. He was blindsided by this, but still nodded his head. <<s Author>>So how about we show these men here what it means to be a gentleman and not keep a lady waiting?<</s>> I asked him, knowing full well that to him it would be explained what he was about to do. To them, they'd be seeing a man lower himself to serve a woman her drink, without being compelled to. They'd see how weak-willed he is and how eager to please I've made him to be. I'd influence his image and he'd aid me in that. And that's what he did, going to grab the water bottle to serve it to me. What a gentleman, letting a woman step all over him to get what she wants! While Mr. <<light Bekham>> fumed at the fact that I proved him wrong, I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspects of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $cuck lte 10>><<link "Eric is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>I knew that I couldn't really inlfuence my friend as much as I hoped to. And he knew it too. <<s Eric>>We both know what gender roles our professor expects us to fulfill.<</s>> He said, smiling at me. He understood the playing field, and made it clear with that statement. I still had to try to even the odds. <<s Author>>How about you be a gentleman though?<</s>> A desperate attempt, but one I had to take. <<s Eric>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>! I've had a long day at work while you stood here at home doing nothing. Just bring me my water bottle.<</s>> The man said, mimicking a married couple. The class laughed at this comparison, looking at what I was to do. <<s Author>>But husband!<</s>> I faked indignation, playing into his game. <<s Eric>> <<print $name>> be a good girl and give me that water bottle.<</s>> His tone suddenly shifted, making it clear what he expected of me. It was stunning to see this shift in portrayal and character, especially in <<light Eric>>. I looked at him, and his eyes bore right through me. Making it clear I didn't have a choice. Something in me liked serving him his bottle as he had requested. I could see myself waiting on him. I saw myself move to give him his bottle. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<s Eric>>Thank you, wife.<</s>> He said, his words immediately flashing a possible future in front of my eyes. I could see him controlling the relationship. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 25>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Jerome>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Jerome>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. <<light Jerome>> might be a strong-willed individual, but we both knew deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges, no matter the facade he put up in front of everyone. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. His eyes fluttered, weakened by my emboldened stare. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Jerome understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend, winking at him. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspect of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Jerome>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Jerome>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Jerome>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. I understood how <<light Jasmin>> would fall for his tricks, I was doing so myself now. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Jerome>>Come on, go for it white girl. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Jerome>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<dark "Jerome is a character I have no special influence on." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Law and Behavior</h3></center> <<light Bekham>> carried the argument we had earlier in private to the whole of the class, and as he elaborated on his ideologies (sometimes guided by our conversation and sometimes not), I found in him a charisma to take ideologies and make them his own. It was truly inspiring to see that man speak, and I couldn't help myself think of him as a figure of authority. It was smart of me to be his teacher's assistant. <<s Bekham>>Let's give an example of a law, for the class, that we'll vote on. If the law passes, it goes into effect.<</s>> He explained. That was a curved ball, but the man seemed to know what he was doing. A sinister look given my way told me he indeed had a plan for me in this class. As teacher's assistant, I'd be subject to whatever cruel idea he'd come up with. <<s Bekham>>I propose the law that every time <<print $name>> speaks in class she will receive a spank.<</s>> He claimed. The gasps that came out, few in number, matched mine but not in intensity. What was he playing at? <<s Author>>That's not-<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Let's put it to a vote!<</s>> He claimed louder, to stop me from arguing. <<s Bekham>>All in favor?<</s>> Hand shot up much faster than any other time in the history of the class. He had the numbers, for sure! <<s Bekham>>Very well then. Law is in effect.<</s>> <<s Author>>But...<</s>> I tried protesting, receiving a loud smack on my backside as soon as the word came out. I looked at the student seated behind me. <<s Robert>>That's the law.<</s>> Mr. <<light Bekham>>was quick to his feet to approach the young man. <<s Bekham>>Who placed you as enforcer of the law, young man?<</s>> He almost shouted in his face, stunning me. <<s Bekham>>The law never stated that anyone gets to spank MY teacher's assistant. You better keep your hands to yourself lest you want it cut off.<</s>> He claimed out loud. The possessiveness he showed was stunning, staggering. Completely unexpected. And, despite myself, appreciated. He turned to me, and in a whisper, asked me. <<s Bekham>>Are you okay?<</s>> He looked like he cared, and I knew he did. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I whispered back. He remained thoughtful for a moment, before moving away. I had spoken again, but I wouldn't tell if he didn't. <<s Bekham>>Law is there to organize animals like your friend into more controlled beasts. It organizes our society into a decent, human one.<</s>> He explained, moving back to the lesson. I tried remaining calm... But this wouldn't be a story worth telling if I didn't make a mistake somewhere. 5 minutes away from the bell to be rung, I reminded my professor of the time, as is my duty as teacher's assistant. <<s Author>>5 minutes left, sir.<</s>> As soon as I spoke, I heard gasps and saw eyes wide opened. They thought the class would pass without the law being addressed. <<light Bekham>> smiled, and ushered me over. I dutifully obliged. <<s Bekham>>The law has spoken.<</s>> He said while taking his seat behind the desk. <<s Bekham>>Bend over here.<</s>> He pointed at his lap. <<s Author>>But sir please!<</s>> I said, another gasp and a few laughs sounding off. <<s Bekham>>The more you protest the worse it gets.<</s>> He said, a threat almost. I'd take this with dignity, no matter what. <<s Bekham>>Bend over, I'll be gentle.<</s>> He said calmly. I reluctantly listened to my professor. I was his assistant and he had me over his lap. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/class-spanking.mp4">> *SPANK* came down his hand as it shot across my right cheek, immediately stealing a whimper from me. *SPANK* came the second hit, this one forcing a word out of my mouth. <<s Author>>OUCH!<</s>> I shouted. <<s Bekham>>Back to 6 then.<</s>> The man said, cruel and unyielding. *SPANK* a third slap rippled across my backside, this one stronger than the other two. It started stinging. <<s Bekham>>Tell you what. If you say a 10 word sentence right now the upcoming slaps, including the new 10, will be much softer. But you'll be willingly adding to those numbers.<</s>> He said, a deal that was as cruel as the law was. <<s Bekham>>What do you think? Willingly allowing more slaps for them all to be more bearable?<</s>> This choice had nothing to do with the lesson. This was personal pleasure. <div id='choices'><<link "Please sir, take it easy on me. Have mercy please!">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While I tried to study the words that would come out from me, I still needed to reach the required number. I spoke out pathetically. <<s Author>>Please sir, take it easy on me. Have mercy please!<</s>> I humiliated myself willingly in front of a classfull of people, their eyes boring into me, their laughs raising around me. Some were compassionate, most were not. <<s Bekham>>Good girl.<</s>> He said, giving me little praise before moving on to spank my ass in front of my peers. A professor disciplining his assistant, simply because she spoke. What a sight that was for the students that were there. My body was hidden from my peers, but his slaps echoed through the room. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/eva-spanking.mp4">> 11. 12. 13. Slap after slap after slap rang on my behind, humiliating sounds that gathered laughs and sound of empathetic pain. My professor stopped, his hand resting on my ass, unbeknownst to my friends. <<s Bekham>>That's the law being applied, my dear gents. A law that you chose.<</s>> He must've felt the heat of my cheeks. But moreso, he must have felt the heat between my legs. In a whisper, he got close to me to speak. <<s Bekham>>Are you turned on by this? I told you I'd bring out your true colors. Give you what you need.<</s>> He said, his words sending beautiful shivers down my spine. Beyond the humiliation, beyond the eyes staring at me be defiled in front of them like that, my mind was entirely with my professor, a man that had me under his control. Something about this was heavily erotic, and I entirely leaned into it. <<s Author>>Mmmm<</s>> I moaned, threading the dangerous line between word and silence, between being exposed as a wanton slut and keeping my cool. 14. 15. 16! The spanks were over with. My professor still had me across his lap, I was still wet underneath my clothes. <<s Bekham>>Now then. Tell me, <<print $name>>... Does the law, agreed on by the majority in the class, feel ethical or moral to you?<</s>> He asked, finally proving the point he was trying to make since the beginning. If I agree with his point of view, I'd be helping him with his lecture. He'd be happy with me. I want to please him. If I don't, then all of this will be for nothing. I'd be standing up to him, even if I was bent over his lap like a slut that misbehaved. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Shake my head no. He has a point.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I would succumb to my dominant professor, help him in his claims. I found myself shaking my head no in front of a whole class, despite my body asking desperately for more of this "punishment". The professor smiled, as he helped me up to my feet. <<s Bekham>>Laws created by the majority sometimes push back upstanding citizens when they are created against them. They are neither moral nor ethical, and as such law is not always representative of either.<</s>> He said, his hand still behind the desk rubbing at my leg. I was his assistant in name maybe, but right now I only felt like a toy to be used to drive a point. And despite myself, I had to play the part, whether I liked it or not. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Tell him it is not moral at all. I do not like it one bit. I'll keep talking in protest.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I decided to speak. At once proving his point and hoping for more of these naughty spanks. I'd get my pleasure out of my debasement, one way or another. <<s Author>>It is not moral at all.<</s>> A spank went down on my cheeks, as he continued applying the law. I whimpered in answer, inhibitions slowly melting in the face of his powerful hand and playful manner. <<s Author>>I do not like this law.<</s>> I said, in complete contrast of what I felt inside as every word was accompanied with a slap of its own. <<light Bekham>> was finding great pleasure in putting me in my place. As did I. <<s Author>>So in protest of this law. aahhh<</s>> I moaned out, the appearances slowly fading away as he controlled me how he wanted, as he brought out moan after moan from me. <<s Author>>I'll keep talking, and talking- and - AhH Ohh talking....<</s>> I spoke and got spanked, my arousal rising, my moans growing in intensity, my figure and reputation breaking in front of a classfull of students. And I loved it. <<s Author>>Until I cum- Until the class- Oh my god- Cums- Ouch! To my aid!<</s>> I was shouting, putting my ass out, asking to be spanked time and time again, askign to be put in my place as my words merged with moans. <<s Bekham>>Good girl. Stay here.<</s>> He said, his hand laying on my ass, massaging my globes as he addressed the class, hidden from sight behind the desk. <<s Bekham>>Laws created by the majority sometimes push back upstanding citizens when they are created against them. They are neither moral nor ethical, and as such law is not always representative of either.<</s>> He said, his hand playing with my heated cheeks, teasing me as he played with my globes, the heat in between calling for his fingers but never finding them. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>> here played her part to perfection in showing you that. You ought to learn from her.<</s>> He said, words I barely cared for. I needed his fingers in me! I was his assistant in name maybe, but right now I only felt like a toy to be used to drive a point. And I loved every second of it. I'd be his toy any time of day, he kept me safe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Nod my head yes. I would stand up to him, even if in a convoluted way.">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of success. Finding a perverted way to stand up to him, I nodded my head yes. <<s Bekham>>Really?<</s>> He asked, blindsided by my reaction. I kept nodding my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of success. He was skeeved by it, but it didn't matter. I was his assistant, and not a toy to be used to drive stupid point home that meant nothing. I'd not give him the satisfaction of my compliance. With anger, he dismissed the class and me alongside them. Next friday would be an interesting day for sure. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I do believe it is right. I keep talking, so I need some law to control my actions.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I foudn this game that is being played entertaining, something where I could stand up to the aggressive man who looked to control me. His spanks were still manageable. <<s Author>>I find that is it law, and whether I like it or not-<</s>> The spanks followed in quick succession, <<light Bekham>> trying to shut me up with his perverted play. But I'd keep talking to make my point, even if the spanks were slowly turning me on further and further. <<s Author>>It is ethical and only--- Ah! Moral...<</s>> I couldn't control the moan that made it out of my lips. I could feel <<light Bekham>> hesitate at that. He was losing the battle the more he fought, and I was winning an orgasm the more I did. <<s Author>>-To accept the hand of the law, even as it spanks- Oh God! Mmmm... Your ass.<</s>> I finished, dangerously close to a climax but not yet there. Stunned by my reaction, <<light Bekham>> and the class remained silent. He might not have noticed, but his hand was resting on my ass in a controlling manner. He still held my naked ass, and I still held him hostage to my assistance. <<s Author>>Does that answer your question, sir?<</s>> I asked him teasingly, moving my ass against his hand, trying to get some sort of reaction out of him. A hand which mindlessly played with my heated globes. I urged it to drift in between, to the heat that called for his fingers... He removed his hand. <<s Bekham>>Class dismissed.<</s>> He said in half a whisper. The men struggled to get to their feet as I saw a few of them sporting erections. What a naughty showing. I'd controlled all of these men's erections. Delectable. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Remain silent">><<add "subdom" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I spoke no word, not willing to give him the satisfaction of breaking me. And he took it as a challenge to do just that. *SMACK!* His hand came down with a vengeance, looking to break me apart and push me to craziness. I bit my tongue and remained silent. Not even giving him a simple himper. I'd stand up to my harrasser. *SLAP!* Another blow found itself on the adjacent cheek, my tormentor trying his best to make me break, trying to catch me off-guard, and failing. I would survive this immoral assault. //Immoral...// *SMACK!* Another one of these hits made me jolt against him. I could feel something poking me in the belly. His cock. Not hard, but sizeable. It distracted me as the last slap came out of nowhere. *SMACK!* My professor was angry and me, and it showed. Yet his cock stirred with his anger. I was having an effect on the hormonal man, whether he liked it or not. <<s Bekham>>You slut.<</s>> Came his whisper under his breath, only audible to me. The man was under stress, it seemed. <<s Bekham>>Now then. Tell me, <<print $name>>... Does the law, agreed on by the majority in the class, feel ethical or moral to you?<</s>> He asked, finally attempting to prove the point he was trying to make since the beginning. If I agreed with his point of view, I'd be helping him with his lecture. He'd be happy with me. And part of me wanted to please him. If I don't, then all of this will be for nothing. I'd be standing up to him, even if I was bent over his lap like a slut that misbehaved. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Shake my head no. He has a point.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Whether because of fear of retaliation or the pain in my ass, I found I would succumb to my dominant professor, help him in his claims. I found myself shaking my head no in front of a whole class, despite my body still hoping for more of this "punishment", hoping to still be put in my rightful place. The professor smiled, as he helped me up to my feet. <<s Bekham>>Laws created by the majority sometimes push back upstanding citizens when they are created against them. They are neither moral nor ethical, and as such law is not always representative of either.<</s>> He said, his hand still behind the desk rubbing at my leg. I was his assistant in name maybe, but right now I only felt like a toy to be used to drive a point. And despite myself, I had to play the part and succumb to his power, whether I liked it or not. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Nod my head yes. I would stand up to him, even if in a convoluted way.">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of success. Finding a perverted way to stand up to him, I nodded my head yes. <<s Bekham>>Really?<</s>> He asked, blindsided by my reaction. I kept nodding my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of success. He was skeeved by it, but it didn't matter. I was his assistant, and not a toy to be used to drive stupid point home that meant nothing. I'd not give him the satisfaction of my compliance. With anger, he dismissed the class and me alongside them. Next friday would be an interesting day for sure. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Philosophy Exam</h3></center> Here we were, the exam underway as my professor watched on alongside me, my fellow students trying their best to answer the hard questions that were placed in front of them. I indeed had free roam, in a test of my own. As <<light Bekham>> watched me closely, I knew that aiding my friends would be easy, but the repercussions much harder than it seems. Whatever choice I make will impact my overall grade greatly. Long ago, I had decided that I would be assisting him in his exams, and thus the choices I had were mostly male-oriented. That was the class I had chosen to be a part of after all. Near the front of the class, <<light Eric>> sat on his chair, trying his best to complete the exam he had in front of him. From my interactions with him in the past, <<if $cuck gte 15>>I knew that <<light Bekham>> would regard him as a beta. The furtive looks that he gave me told me that he was hoping for my help, but didn't dare demand it. Would I aid him?<<else>>I knew that <<light Bekham>> would consider him to be an alpha, in control of his emotions and a character to appreciate. Despite that, he still struggled like the rest of the students with his exam, and the quick glances he threw my way told me that any help I could offer would be appreciated.<</if>> <<if $leoavoid is false>>Nearby, <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> was also seated in front of another exam sheet. <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>Under <<light Bekham>>'s eyes, there is no way that my friend would be considered to be an alpha in any way, having finally embraced her feminine self, no matter how much I have tried changing that. Helping <<light Ella>> would definitely hurt my grade.<<elseif $leocharacter is "masculine">>Thanks to my help in the past few months, I could easily say now that he is considered a true man, an alpha among his peers. A man of my own making, that wouldn't hurt me to help should I decide so.<<else>>A non-binary individual now that they'd embraced it, I knew that <<light Bekham>> would not appreciate me helping them, despite the strength of their character and the kindness of their heart. To my professor, <<light Alex>> had betrayed their sex by embracing a non-binary disposition.<</if>><</if>> Near the back of the class, <<light Jerome>>, an obvious alpha in the eyes of almost everyone at school, smirked my way. As I made my way in his vicinity, his words were quick to ring out to my ear. <<s Jerome>>You'll be a good girl and help me with the exam, right?<</s>> His demand was clear, and it was even clearer that <<light Bekham>> liked the guy. <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>And I knew the invigorating effect he has on people, having helped him countless times in the past, just like he deserved.<</if>> Then again, one last beautifully perverted stray thought appeared in my head. What if I completely turned his challenge on his head and helped everyone there? Alpha and beta, I obviously did not care which one was which. The world is not black and white, and everyone deserves to pass such an annoying person's class. Let's put him in his rightful place, shall we? <<pichead "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg" "Cheat or no cheat?">> <div id='mainchoices'><<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<link "Help Leo">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#mainchoices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My masculine, athletic friend, had finally embraced his alpha role in society, and <<light Bekham>> seemed to have started noticing that. As I approached him with the answers, <<light Leo>> flashed me his smug, confident smile, something in him already having expected my help, and eager to receive it. I smiled back at him as I passed him a cheat sheet, receiving a wide smile that made me weak in the knees. <<light Bekham>> smiled at that. Not only was I helping an alpha, but my feminine energy had long helped that man become an alpha, a great progress from a point in time where he had forgotten how to be a man. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>I was sure to receive the love of my alpha professor soon too, and I couldn't wait!<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Help Ella">><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1>><<less "grade" 2>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#mainchoices">><<pic Ella>><</pic>> <<light Ella>>, my feminine lady, had all but let her masculinity behind as she worked on her transition. As such, she was the furthest thing of what <<light Bekham>> would consider as alpha in that class, though I didn't care for it. I wanted to help her because she deserved it, and I didn't care for these old concepts of alpha and beta that <<light Bekham>> continued to spew. <<s Author>>I got you babe.<</s>> I whispered to her as I passed her a cheat sheet in silence, receiving a wide smile from my feminine project. She smiled, a sweet, beautiful smile that would make you forget about a misogynist professor's twisted ideologies, or the grade that would be impacted by my recent actions.<<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><br>But that could hardly make me forget whatever discipline awaited me just after class when I'd meet my adult lover...<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Help Eric">><<replace "#mainchoices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> I whispered to <<light Eric>>, seated nearby, as he struggled with his exam. <<s Author>>Need help?<</s>> Seated next to him, <<light Samuel>> budged in on the conversation. <<s Samuel>>I wouldn't mind that much!<</s>> He quipped in a whisper. I knew my <<if $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>lovers<<else>>friends<</if>>, I knew how people viewed them. <<light Samuel>> was obviously considered to be a more courageous human being, but <<light Eric>> remained to be a close friend... The choice was mine on who to help. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<link "Help both my lovers">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Both my lovers waited for me to give them my answers, and I was more than willing to share these with them. After all, they were both deserving of my attention and care, regardless of what that stupid professor that looked along might think. I could feel his frown on the back of my head, and knew that my overall grade would be impacted by my actions, but what point is power if not wielded for something good? I knew that this was the right move to make here, and I also knew that the positive energy I was spreading with the right answers would carry over to later that evening when we shared my bed together. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $ericcharacter is "Exclusive">><<link "Help them both">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My lover and his friend deserved all the help I could offer them, and I decided that was what I'd do during this exam. Two alpha males for the price of one, I took my time in giving them the answers as my professor watched along with a satisfied smile on his face. A sick, twisted smile of a man that was willing to encourage cheating just to push forward whatever sick philosophy he had about masculinity in his class. Whatever it was, it offered me the space to help my partner and my friend at the same time, a good balance to all things and a nice progress with what was happening. My grade would improve, theirs as well, and I knew my evening would continue to be fantastic as I shared my lover's bed later that day. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Help them both">><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't see the reason why I'd choose one over the other. No matter what the situation is, helping them both would balance the scales, right? As I whispered the answers to <<light Eric>> slowly, I saw as they both transcribed my words onto the piece of paper in front of them. I helped two of my friends for the price of one, and that was something good... Right? As I looked back towards my professor, I realized that was not the case, and frustratingly walked away from there. //There truly was no pleasing that man, a professor that was encouraging cheating but under very particular terms.// <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<link "Help Samuel alone">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Looking beyond my white lover to his black deskmate, I decide to make yet a new example to his fate, as I hand over a piece of cheat sheet to <<light Eric>>. <<s Author>>Give that to Samuel.<</s>> I ordered him. His eyes, taking in that betrayal of sorts, are wide with shock, not quite believing the move I was making. <<s Author>>I don't want to be dating a wimp who can't handle himself.<</s>> I manipulated him into compliance as his hand followed my command and passed the cheat sheet. <<s Author>>Some things are better learned in practice.<</s>> My action might have been harsh, but I truly believed he ought to learn the reality of things sooner rather than later. The smile that <<light Samuel>> gives me is a wide one, seeing just how twisted of a decision I made about my own lover in favor of him. The gesture was not lost on <<light Bekham>> who was watching along, seeing the true whipping of my supposed partner. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Help Samuel alone">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Looking beyond my white friend to his black deskmate, I decide to make yet a new example to his fate, as I hand over a piece of cheat sheet to <<light Eric>>. <<s Author>>Give that to Samuel.<</s>> I ordered him. His eyes, taking in that betrayal of sorts, are wide with shock, not quite believing the move I was making. <<s Author>>There's some people that deserve the help, opposed to others.<</s>> I manipulated him into compliance as his hand followed my command and passed the cheat sheet. <<s Author>>Some things are better learned in practice.<</s>> My action might have been harsh, but I truly believed he ought to learn the reality of things sooner rather than later. The smile that <<light Samuel>> gives me is a wide one, seeing just how twisted of a decision I made in his favor. The gesture was not lost on <<light Bekham>> who was watching along, seeing the true whipping of my beta friend. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $ericcharacter is "Exclusive">><<link "Help Eric alone">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<light Eric>> has always been closer to me. And I'd always help my partner in his times of need, knowing that he deserved the positive attention, and knowing that through our time together, I'd helped him improve his character to where even an ass like <<light Bekham>> would carry respect towards him. I took a look at the page he was currently on, and in quick succession, whispered the answers to him. This went fast, and <<light Samuel>> struggled to keep up with the aid I was providing. In the end, it seemed like the better man, the one who cozied up to the girl correctly, was <<light Eric>>, my masculine, strong partner. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Help Eric alone">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I don't know what exactly went over me as I elected to help <<light Eric>> alone. Whether it was a way to distance myself from <<light Samuel>> or a way to go against <<light Bekham>>'s explicit requests, I had decided to do this controversial thing which is help the beta friend I had. <<light Bekham>>'s frustration was only matched by <<light Samuel>>'s as that one tried to catch up with the dictation I was giving my friend. Who knew what this decision would reveal to me later<<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>, especially with the way my secret partner was looking at me from across the room.<<else>>.<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Don't help either of them">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Seeing the precarious position I have placed myself in looking in their direction, and noticing that helping them might raise unwanted attention to my activity, I elected not to help any of my friends, rather deciding to go back to what I was doing. They might be mad for now, but I knew they were wise enough not to feel bad about this... Right? <<light Bekham>> too was unhappy with my inactivity, as I flirted with the possibility of helping an alpha without following through. There was no pleasing that man, a professor that was actually encouraging cheating! <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Help Jerome">><<replace "#mainchoices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>You know, when I studied that part, our mutual blonde friend was sucking me off...<</s>> The charismatic, annoying person that sat in the back of the class told me teasingly.<<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><br>The thought of <<light Jasmin>>'s lips wrapped around that man's cock while he studied was a weirdly thrilling one, and I found myself thinking of how it'd look like if I was in her place...<</if>> <<s Author>>I have the answers in the front. I could simply get them.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>And pass out on the opportunity to truly help me and yourself?<</s>> Did he really think he was doing me a service here and there, like that? <<if $subdom lte -30>>I mean... I wouldn't mind sucking him off... But in front of the whole class?<<else>>And he expected for that to happen in front of the whole class?<</if>> Technically, it would be at the back of it, but it was still quite the big ask. <<s Jerome>>Come on. It's a psychological concept, is it not? Trying to remember something by the way we felt back then?<</s>> His question made no sense to a sensible mind. <<if $open gte 50>>But mine was not that...<</if>> His hand drifted down to the cock in his pants, large and looming in its confines. Teasing me with his impressive size, he expected me to simply succumb to his erotic playfulness. I would probably not get caught... And he was an alpha so helping him would please my professor...<<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>Until he'd realize that I wasn't his exclusively right in his class...<</if>> But what would that make of me? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -80>><<link "The alpha demanded, I follow his request.">><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<pickup $class "BC4 Jerome Suck" 1>><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1>><<replace "#choices">>He, the brutish, attractive man that he is, had made his request. And I, the submissive, eager to please girl that I was, followed his command. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner2.jpg">> It wasn't long till I ignored the fact that I was in a class full of students, in the back but still surrounded by them, underneath a desk, with my hands hooked around an attractive black guy's shorts, pulling them down to reveal the python underneath. Trying my best to ignore the fat that should Mr. <<light Bekham>> move a little bit, I'd find myself in a compromising position where the professor would see his assistant sucking off one of the students, simply because that man demanded it and she was weak like that. Weak in the knees as soon as he made the suggestion, and now on her knees licking the head of the growing cock. An impressive cock that stood hard and tall, demanding lips and spit and slobbering submission. One I was eager to offer. The man was an impressive person, and despite the repercussions to whatever relationship I was harboring so far, I'd made my decision to suck him off in public, simply because he had demanded it. I was a whore for black cock, and I'd prove it now, not only in front of him, but in front of my <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>lover<<else>>teacher<</if>> as well. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner3.jpg">> Mr. <<light Bekham>> might not like the fact that I was sucking someone else, he obviously believes he has some claim over my freedom, but I was entirely convinced that this was the right path to follow. I liked that reality I found myself in very much. Leaned into it, just as I leaned further down the cock, now engulfing it in my horny, needy mouth, trying to put more and more of it inside there, spit and saliva entertwining. My friend was a dominant man, and I was nothing but a submissive slut-toy in his grasp, grasping his balls as I slobbered over his cock, trying to take as much of him as I could without choking. After all, it would be hard to explain to any student that turned their head what they were seeing. Not that it mattered right now. What mattered was his pleasure. <<s Jerome>>You know, I remember the lesson now. You can stop.<</s>> I was too far gone. I was a whore on a mission, and that mission was cum. And I'd accomplish that mission like a girl scout vows to finish her mission to the end. I'd serve this superior man no matter what it took, the excuse now gone as to why I was doing this, and reality prevailing: I was doing it because I am a slut that wants to do it, and there was nothing more sexy than that for me. I wanted to suck his cock deep and hard, and nothing would stop me. <<light Jerome>> understood what I was after, and, his hand grasping the back of my head, offered me the cum I so desperately thirsted for. Gulp after gulp of creamy white liquid made their way down my throat as I swallowed the tasty offspring of that dominant black man, and I eagerly licked his underside, trying to coat out more of his sperm into my mouth. His groans, while stiffled, endagered the both of us. Again, I did not care. Few turned to look at us, seeing their whore teacher's assistant standing from underneath the desk as her lover fixed his shorts, and licking her lips like a wanton slut. What a beautiful sight that must've been for them, and to most the closest they'd ever get to being part of something sexual for years to come... To serve is to find pleasure, and I was feeling hornier than ever after that beautiful interaction... <<light Bekham>> looked at me as I made my way back to the front of the class, conflicted between accepting what had happened and wanting to bend me over and spank me right there and then in front of the whole class. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>I knew that a dangerous evening would await me once all this is said and done, the way his eyes carried righteous anger.<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "When Bekham sees me, he won't like that too much...">><<elseif $subdom gte 80>><<link "Two can play this game">><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>He thinks he holds all of the cards. And that misplaced confidence would be his downfall. Nothing is more beautiful, more delectable, than seeing someone's misconceptions fall apart in realization. I was still going to be sexual with him. He was after all attractive, and I had to admit that he did turn me on. But under my own terms. <<s Author>>Sure. Ok.<</s>> The only person who'd see us in our upcoming interaction was Mr. <<light Bekham>>, and I'd use the opportunity to tease him as well. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner1.jpg">> As I went to my knees under my friend's desk, I spoke in a hushed tone that only he could hear. <<s Author>>It's interesting that the only way you can remember Ancient Greek Philosophers is by having a girl play with your balls.<</s>> I called him out as I rubbed him through his pants, his sizeable bulge straining to get out, and even moreso with the teasing words I said to him. <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I continued to tease, as my hand rubbed the outline of his cock. <<s Jerome>>Get it out.<</s>> He tried to demand of me, not quite understanding just how much control he was giving me. <<s Author>>No no no. The only way this ends is either with you admitting you already know the answer or cumming in your pants. Your choice.<</s>> My cruelty knew no bounds. Sure, my friend was being sexually satisfied, but at what cost? <<s Jerome>>What?<</s>> He whispered fearfully. <<s Author>>You heard me right. Cum or answer the questions.<</s>> His cock twitched. <<s Author>>And you better start soon, someone's eager to spill his secrets!<</s>> The beautiful tease of a woman who had nothing to lose and everything to win, of someone who thought he had everything but was about to lose all dignity... Delectable. My hand continued its explorative motion, my eyes trying to see just how bad the tormented black man had it. On the other side of the room, I could see <<light Bekham>> trying to catch a glance under the brute's chair. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My adult lover was being teased right there in front of the whole class, and I was sure that his mind was going through entirely loops trying to catch up with my teasing...<</if>> He had made his request of me, and I was going to make him see that not everything was in black and white. The supposed alpha would either cum in his pants or succumb under the pressure and present an exam that was answered while horny. Either way, I was winning. <<s Jerome>>Please. Just... Stop ok?<</s>> He was close to giving up, his cock twitching hard against my hand, pre-cum starting to stain the front of his pants. <<s Author>>In or out. Only one way.<</s>> I said. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner4.jpg">> A frustrated <<light Jerome>> quickly stood up, pushing his chair back. A few heads turned, seeing me on the floor under the desk. <<s Author>> I can't find your pen. Are you sure it's a big black pen?<</s>> I was quick to retaliate, mocking him. <<s Jerome>>I... I finished the exam.<</s>> The man spoke as he gathered his sheets. Seems like my frenemy made his choice, and his status was revealed to himself and our resident professor, who was smiling mischeviously at me. <<light Jerome>> held the exam sheets in front of his crotch as he made his way to the front of the class. <<s Bekham>>Let that be a lesson to you.<</s>> My professor whispered to him, almost imperceptibly, <<s Bekham>>You need experience to tame a brat.<</s>> I was the brat in question, and I knew that <<light Bekham>> was often all bark, no bite. I was slowly finding ways to deal with him too. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Help him physically" "Not submissive or dominant enough (80)">><</if>> <<link "The only thing I will do is get him a cheat sheet.">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Skin does not need to touch skin for me to give him what he needed, which was answers to his exam questions. Both of us knew that, yet he still wanted to tease me for more. I went to the main desk, looking my professor in the eyes, as I took the cheat sheet I had created earlier to hand over to the black alpha sitting in the back. <<s Jerome>>Too bad you don't want to have fun. You'd have helped much more.<</s>> He said to me as I simply placed the piece of paper in front of him. The teasing will never stop with him, and I couldn't believe that part of him actually believed that I was doing it to his benefit<<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>, and not to the benefit of the man that I was now clearly involved with, my partner-professor.<</if>>... My grade was all I cared for, right? <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore him. That will teach him">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1 "BC4 JeromeDenied" 1>><<replace '#choices'>>His request was too much, and despite the effect it would have on my grade, I decided not to help him, most of all in the way he had asked me to. As Mr. <<light Bekham>> saw me move away from that interaction, he could not hide his disappointment at my actions. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>He probably didn't know that I was doing this for his benefit, to remain true to my "relationship" with him! //There was no pleasing that man...//<</if>> My grade would suffer, but so what? <<light Jerome>> had no right to neither my body nor the exam answers. Let him suffer with his arrogance, asking too much of someone who was willing to help him. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<dark "Help everyone" "Bekham will definitely not like that.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help everyone">><<less "Bekham" 3>><<less "grade" 5>><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<pickup $class "BC4 Fail" 1>><<replace "#mainchoices">>Chaos was my domain, and I'd make the professor regret the powers he had granted me. In a deliberate, studied approach, I started slowly passing through the whole class and disseminating all the information they needed in order to make their educated guesses on the exam. Ok no, I gave them all the answers. And they all passed it with flying colors, grateful for my help. My professor's frustration turned to anger as he saw all of that devolve in front of him, vexxed by my actions. And the small whisper he gave me as the students filed out of class shook me to my core. <<s Bekham>>You're failing this exam as you've failed me. You are but a worm.<</s>> I had no doubt he'd make true on his promise, and our battle of wills would continue to evolve between us... <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Mr. Bekham will definitely hate me doing that.">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 80>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Do not help anyone. No one deserves the favoritism.">><<add "Bekham" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#mainchoices">>The power given to me would not be wielded one way or the other. I eventually decide not to help anyone, and to leave them all to their own devises. <<light Bekham>> raised an eyebrow towards the end as he noticed my inaction, never helping any of my friends. His eyes flickered with an interesting light as he made that realization, understanding just how much self-control I had. And a small sliver of fear also coursed through him, understanding just how much power I'd continue to wield if given the chance. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Meet Bekham after class" "Date 1 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Do not help anyone" "Not dominant enough (80)">><</if>></div>

<<set $yarastudy to false>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> <<s Tarnipp>>Before the advent of Europeans, Native Americans, embraced gender fluidity. There were no gender binaries. There were men and women, and then there were feminine men and manly women, and transgendered individuals. In native North American societies, these individuals were considered to be 'normal'. In fact, those who adopted fluid gender roles were called Two Spirit female and Two Spirit male; and were considered supremely gifted, having the knowledge and ability to understand two opposing sides. There were no defined rules, no distinct binaries. In these societies, men and women frequently assumed opposite gender identities, occasionally cross-dressing, but almost always adopting the universal occupational roles assigned to each sex.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/gender-inclusive-tribe.jpg">> As <<light Tarnipp>> spoke, the class listened on, interested in this new revelation about history and gender, something the old replacement <<light Bekham>> would never be talking about. I smiled to myself, knowing full well that this kind of education was new, and a good thing for a lot of the individuals in the class to listen to. I looked closely at <<light Leo>> as he heard that explanation. When he looked at me, I smiled sweetly at him. <<if $alphabeta gte 0>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<else>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><</if>> <<s Tarnipp>>Unfortunately, these views on gender, held by tribes that never progressed in the new age, are outdated. With the coming of a Western European point of view with their colonization of these places, a more mainstream aspect of gender and relationship of power between the different sexes in society prevailed, despite them not fitting out true characters.<</s>> She continued to explain. <<s Tarnipp>>And I hope to make an example of it right here in class.<</s>> She stated, looking around at us all. <<s Tarnipp>>Who would like to volunteer?<</s>> I could put up my own hand, putting myself in the line of whatever fire she decides to summon, or aid one of my friends to put their hand forward, if their specifications fit what the professor has in mind for them... <div id='choices'><<link "Put up my own hand.">><<replace "#choices">>Even before my hand was up, <<light Tarnipp>> had approached my table, looking at me intently. <<if $subdom gte 1>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>... I can see you hold even more determination in your heart than when I last saw you.<</s>> She said, sizing me up. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>Life has thrown its curved balls, I've dodged them.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>And grown all the stronger. I always thought Yara was the stronger of the two of you, but then again maybe I was only looking at the athlete.<</s>> She stated, looking at both me and my friend, each on either side of her. <<s Tarnipp>>What does that tell us about gender?<</s>> I thought for but a moment. <<s Author>>That the balance between man and woman is shifting as we discover more and more of the world? That we as women are growing stronger, more capable?<</s>> She smiled. <<s Tarnipp>>And you're a clear example of that, embracing your strengths as a woman and allowing yourself to be reshaped in a way that society will welcome openly.<</s>> She said. I smiled back at her. I'd not only prove her point, but I'd also look all the stronger for it. Compared to the natural leader that is <<light Yara>>. Things were shaping up to be quite positive to me and female dominance. <<else>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>... Ever the shy character are we?<</s>> I gulped, feeling vunerable in the face of the predator-like presence of my professor. She had always been domineering, but things have been shifting for me and my character. <<s Tarnipp>>I always figured you'd embrace the traditional gender roles that put you beneath other men, but something tells me you've widened your scope and embraced this inferiority in more than one aspect!<</s>> She said smuggly. I felt my breath catch up. She was reading through me, and I felt vulnerable being evaluated like that. <<s Tarnipp>>That is not to say that you don't have something admirable in the way you accept your inner urges, but that also disproves my point.<</s>> She said, turning her attention to the other side of the class. <<s Tarnipp>>Yara, here, on the other hand, has always shown strength of character in the face of these petty ideas we call gender roles.<</s>> She stated, placing a firm hand on my shoulder to keep me in check. I wanted to whimper out but fought against that urge. <<s Tarnipp>>Our resident athlete is constantly proving that women can be strong willed, and don't have to succumb to the propaganda that they are lesser, as our <<print $name>> has shown. It is a delight to see.<</s>> She stated, praising my friend at my expense. Part of me liked this. Liked being compared and brought out as weak in front of a strong character like <<light Yara>>, my close friend. I wondered what our study session later would bring us...<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $leoavoid is false>><<if $alphabeta lte -15>><<link "Encourage Leo to put up his hand">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend raised his hand, and was immediately chosen by the professor, it seems like she was waiting for him somehow. <<s Tarnipp>>Leo. You have changed a lot since last I saw you.<</s>> I might have had a hand in my friend's improved appearance, but I wasn't going to brag about it as the professor spoke to him in front of the whole class. <<s Tarnipp>>It is quite interesting to see you embrace a non-traditional physical appearance, to experiment with the way you look, don't you agree?<</s>> She asked him. <<s Leo>>It's more comfortable.<</s>> He admitted agreement to her statements. <<s Tarnipp>>It definitely is, and it suits you.<</s>> She said, lulling him into a sense of confidence. <<s Tarnipp>>Tell me, how do you feel about masculinity?<</s>> He looked at her, then at me for support, which I showed him, and then back at her. <<s Leo>>Masculinity is something oppressive and very hard to maintain. A lot of it is appearances. At least, the way society makes it up to be.<</s>> He said. <<s Tarnipp>>Good, good. You're doing so well, sweetie.<</s>> She said, her choice of words studied and particular. My professor was an expert in manipulating people in following her will, and I was learning a lot from it. <<s Tarnipp>>And how do you feel about your femininity?<</s>> She asked. "Your" femininity. But <<light Leo>> didn't notice, and answered the question. <<s Leo>>It feels natural, easy. Like slipping in comfortable clothes, even if they are tight, they fit.<</s>> He admitted, in front of the whole class. Thankfully, that toxic masculinity he was so afraid of was not to be found in <<light Tarnipp>>'s class, as the individuals there were wooing positively, happy for my friend. I was happy than all of them combined. <<s Tarnipp>>Femininity suits you. And I applaud the way you've been embracing it, you sexy girl.<</s>> My friend turned a few shades pinker at that statement, as she turned her attention away from him. <<s Tarnipp>>As you can see from your pretty friend here, femininity and masculinity are always in flux, and we're each to find which of it best suits us.<</s>> She summised, before moving on to examples of gender non-conforming identities. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Encourage Leo to put up his hand">>As <<light Leo>> puts up his hand, the professor ignores him. Seems like he doesn't have what she needs.<</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20>><<link "Encourage Eric to put up his hand">><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> As I pestered my friend to put up his friend, I find him eventually succumbing and allowing for himself to be put in the line of fire. <<s Tarnipp>>You're new.<</s>> Our professor said as she noticed him. <<s Eric>>I w-was recently transfered,<</s>> he explained. She seemed to be reading him like a book, noticing his slight stuttering and capitulating on it. <<s Tarnipp>>Courageous of you to raise your hand then!<</s>> She said. He smiled. <<s Tarnipp>>Where does this courage come from?<</s>> She asked him. <<light Eric>> hesitated, then turned to look at me for aid <<s Tarnipp>>Ah <<print $name>>! That's who made us put our hand up!<</s>> She claimed, smiling at him. He nodded. <<s Tarnipp>>It wasn't until very recently that we have made it more common for a woman to lead a man on in the relationship. Now that a lady works and makes her own good penny, things have shifted in society, her no longer dependent on him for her livelyhood.<</s>> The professor explained, <<s Tarnipp>>Don't you agree, boy?<</s>> He was but a boy in her eyes, she did not care to ask his name. <<s Eric>>That's... true. Miss.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Good boy. And I'm quite sure you wouldn't mind Ms. <<print $name>> here being the breadwinner as you stay at home like a good... Househusband, now would you?<</s>> She asked teasingly. I mean we're not on track to get married, we were still young, surely... <<s Eric>>Yes. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. I mean, not with <<print $name>>... I mean only if she wanted to...<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Traditional gender roles are outdated, and new guy here knows it, and accepts it. I'd recommend following his guidance and accepting that dynamics have shifted. It would be nice for the men here to stay at home and cook for us, don't you agree?<</s>> She asked, smiling wide. The ladies in class laughed along, a few of the men even joining, liking this new world shaping around them. I was still thinking about the fact that <<light Eric>> wouldn't mind marrying me and being my househusband or wife. Did he think he had a chance? Did I want that even? Just him for the rest of our lives? Sex would be dull... But then again I could be "working" often... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Encourage Eric to put up his hand">><<light Eric>> is not willing to do that. Seems like I don't have much sway over him...<</linkreplace>><</if>></div>

<<set $yarastudy to false>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> As our professor spoke about laws and the behaviors that it brought with it, I found myself listening in rapt attention, hanging on every word that she said, trying to take it all in. My professor was charismatic as she was attractive, a truly inspiring human being who knew how to control her crowd. And I was continuously watching her every move and hanging on her every word. <<s Tarnipp>>Philosophy is tied to human behavior and the society and laws that dominate said behavior. That is why we discuss such topics in class. And that is why we sometimes find ourselves arguing on the topic of that which needs to be law, like abortion or drug use or other matters that are similar to those.<</s>> She explained. <<s Tarnipp>>But the real question is what we think of it.<</s>> She elaborated, looking at me. The recent months have had their impact on my character, helping me become more open to experiences, helping me discover my character more. <<s Tarnipp>>How do you define morals and ethics in relation to law and behavior? Should an individual in society remain lawful in all circumstances? Or does one lose their humanity if they were to comply? What do you think, <<print $name>>?<</s>> That was a loaded question, which in turn requires a loaded answer... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?">><<add "Tarnipp" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?<</s>> As I said the words, I noticed that people might get me wrong, my eyes catching my professor's, afraid of what she might say... <<s Tarnipp>> Only a crush?<</s>> She asked, encouraging my ideology. I was already in the shit, I needed to get out. <<s Author>>I might be joking in that, but what I'm saying is that it's usually unlawful for a professor to be with any student. In university settings, they ban such relationship, regardless of age.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>It's not that I have eyes for anyone...<</s>> I said, not knowing if I was lying or not, <<s Author>>It's that should an individual, consenting of adult age, be interested in a romantic or sexual relationship with any other consenting adult, who's to say what they can or cannot do?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>And how does that relate to morality and ethics?<</s>> I would dive in the deep end. Morality means nothing in the face of our urges. <<s Author>>What's unethical is attractive. A student being with her professor, neither knowing who's controlling the relationship, everyone else not knowing what happens between closed doors. There's something undeniably attractive about that game of "will they won't they". Ethically and morally, that is still frowned upon. But the heart wants what it wants.<</s>> I blushed as I looked at her. I knew I wasn't arguing for her, I wasn't really interested in my charismatic professor, was I? Part of me unconsciously argued in favor of the both of us engaging in some sort of naughty relationship... But I decided to silence it. This would not happen, clearly. The way her eyes drifted across my body's curves suggested she saw something there... //NO! I would not let my imagination roam!// <<link "Finish" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 15 and $open gte 20>><<link "In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Even religion bans it. It is a sin.<</s>> She played the devil's advocate. <<s Author>>And yet most countries were founded on the basis of separation of church and state. So why does religion impose its laws on government?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>You make a good point. While ethical from a religious standpoint, it's immoral from a humanitarian view.<</s>> She stated, seeing my point. <<s Tarnipp>>And I would even argue that heterosexual being are not entirely heterosexual, but rather conditioned to believe they are so.<</s>> She claimed. Was my prefessor queer? <<s Author>>How so?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Maybe Yara would like to elaborate on this?<</s>> She asked, smiling at my friend, seemingly knowing something about her that she wouldn't openly share. <<s Yara>>Well... I believe that Ms Tarnipp is trying to explain that base physical urges exist nonetheless. Should someone feel skin against them, regardless of whether it is of the same gender or not, it will still get a reaction from them, sexual or otherwise. We are still animals.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Correct, and laws are created to control these animal impulses to manage them at a larger scale, helping morality to come through.<</s>> She said, summizing the point. //What becomes of man if he cannot control himself? Who is to control him except for law?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Open below 20 and Bisex below 15">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "Conformity in society does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animals.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Conformity does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animalistic behavior.<</s>> I said. <<s Tarnipp>>So laws are there to quench our animalistic urges and make us humans. And without laws we're nothing but animals?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not entirely. Our morals and ethics are the ones that made law possible. A common sense made clear between all individuals in society. That's what makes us human.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Yet we punish by law those who break the ethics of their nation as opposed to those who go against their own morals.<</s>> <<s Author>>Morals and ethics are ever in conflict, as are morals and our animalistic urges. I think that's the real plight of society.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Interesting you would say that. So without morals and following ethics and the law, all should be good?<</s>> <<s Author>>I guess...<</s>> I had somewhat lost the thread of the argument, but the logic was present there. <<s Tarnipp>>So the relationship between man and wife, ethical in its lawfulness, can forego morals. The man can bend her over his leg and spank her, and she'll submit to his dominant touch, simply because they are man and wife following their animalistic impulses. He can fuck her wherever and whenever, so long as they follow the law.<</s>> The professor spoke with crude words, an argument I couldn't counter. <<s Author>>Following the logic, yes.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>I look forward to the day you're wedded and bedded, <<print $name>>. You'll make a good wife and stab feminism in the back.<</s>> I did not expect the argument to get here. <<s Author>>Hey that's unfair!<</s>> I tried retaliating. //Cut your losses, <<print $name>>. You lost the argument.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Smarts below 30">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>I don't know... Why don't you tell me?">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel ready for such an argument, and if there's a reason we were in class, it would be to learn and be taught by this wise woman. <<s Author>>I don't really know... Why don't you tell us?<</s>> I asked her. That didn't sit well with the woman, who was quick to criticize me. <<s Tarnipp>>I did not expect you to be such a docile girl with no real opinion of her own.<</s>> She said, immediately hurting my pride. <<s Tarnipp>>But then again, I shouldn't have expected any better than someone without a true sense of morality, who only relied on her grades to get this far.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why are you talking like that?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>This world is eat or be eaten, and that' the only way you young people will learn that. You better form some opinions soon, lest stronger willed people control you however they want.<</s>> She stated. Despite being hurt by her words, I had to admit... My professor had a point. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

/*Announcing the upcoming exam */ <<set $yarastudy to false>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>An Exam Announcement</h3></center> <<s Tarnipp>>Yes, everything. Including whatever the substitute taught you.<</s>> The fears we had in the earlier study session were confirmed for <<light Yara>> and I. Next class would hold an exam in which we'd have to do our best. <<s Tarnipp>>I am sure you'll all do great.<</s>> The professor tries to alleviate our concerns, but I find myself still worried about what might come out of the whole deal. <<s Yara>>While graded on a curve... I'm fucked.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey don't worry, I'll help you study. You'll do great, trust me.<</s>> I reassured her calmly as class wrapped up. <<s Yara>>We will definitely need to concentrate this time.<</s>> She said as we walked down the hallways of the school, alluding to our latest "study" session. //I wonder what <<light Eva>> has been up to...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Exam Time</h3></center> <<s Tarnipp>>No cheating!<</s>> Our professor called out as we sat to take our exam, each trying their best to gather as much information as they learned throughout the past year to answer these convoluted questions she had placed in front of us. An even more challenging aspect of this whole thing was the fact that we were graded on a curve. <<s Tarnipp>>After all, the more people you help the higher the odds of them getting a better grade than you, and you dropping low low low on the curving pole.<</s>> Her voice was playful, joyful, threatening. And she was right in her statement. And so, when I saw two of my friends, <<light Eric>> and <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, struggling to find their answers, and looking at me for help, the decision I had to make was quite the heavy one... Would I help either of them or both and risk my grade falling lower, or was I ready to dismiss their request in self-preservation? <<s Eric>>Please, <<print $name>>?<</s>> The world is cruel, and its cruelty pushed me to make a choice... <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Help Eric alone">><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<light Eric>> has always been closer to me. And I'd always help my <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> in his times of need, no matter that effect would have on my overall grade. I might regret it later, but now was a time of action. I took a look at the page he was currently on, and in quick succession, whispered the answers to him. This went fast, and <<light Eric>> was more than happy to receive my answers. In the end, I had to stay true to my <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>relationship with my partner<<else>>friendships<</if>>, no matter the cost... <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Help Ella alone">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Ella>><</pic>> Looking beyond my <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> to the person next to him, I decided to make yet a new example to his fate, as I scribbled down the answers I had gathered on a small piece of paper, handing over the cheat sheet to <<light Eric>>. <<s Author>>Give that to Ella.<</s>> I ordered him. His eyes, taking in that betrayal, went wide with shock, as beyond himself he passed that piece of paper to his friend. Harsh, but he ought to learn the reality of things sooner rather than later... I'd not suffer such a devastating fate as a much lower grade, and I'd make practice of the philisophical concept of altruism... Win win right? The smile that <<light Ella>> gives me is a wide one, seeing just how I preferred her grade over that of my <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>. <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Help Leo alone">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> Looking beyond my <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> to the person next to him, I decided to make yet a new example to his fate, as I scribbled down the answers I had gathered on a small piece of paper, handing over the cheat sheet to <<light Eric>>. <<s Author>>Give that to Leo.<</s>> I ordered him. His eyes, taking in that betrayal, went wide with shock, as beyond himself he passed that piece of paper to his friend. Harsh, but he ought to learn the reality of things sooner rather than later... I'd not suffer such a devastating fate as a much lower grade, and I'd make practice of the philisophical concept of altruism... Win win right? The smile that <<light Leo>> gives me is a wide one, seeing just how twisted of a decision I made about my <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>. <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Help both of them">><<less "Tarnipp" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't see the reason why I'd choose one over the other, despite the aid coming at a greater personal cost... No matter what the situation is, helping them both would balance the scales, right? No, it would not, but the dice has been thrown and I knew that altruism was the way to go... //Look at me talking about philosophical concepts in a philosophy exam!// As I whispered the answers to <<light Eric>> slowly, I saw as they both transcribed my words onto the piece of paper in front of them. I helped two of my friends for the price of one, and that was something good... Right? <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't help neither of them.">><<add "grade" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Seeing the precarious position I have placed myself in looking in their direction, and noticing that helping them might raise unwanted attention to my activity and lower my own grade in comparison, I elected not to help any of my friends, rather deciding to go back to what I was doing. They might be mad for now, but I knew they were wise enough not to feel bad about this... Right? They would frown, but my grade would smile at me. <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<pichead "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg" "Cheat or no cheat?">> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> As I moved to present my exam answers to Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> and make my way out of class, I am stopped by <<light Yara>>, still seated right in front of the teacher, looking up at me with her hand on my thigh. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-handthigh1.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Can you help me with something?<</s>> She asked me in a whisper, hopeful. The professor could not hide a small smile as she saw the scene evolve in front of her. <<s Yara>>Can you give me some of your answers?<</s>> I turned to look at the teacher, knowing that she wouldn't accept that. <<s Tarnipp>>It really is up to you. Your grade is affected.<</s>> She said, receiving a sigh of relief from my friend who still held me in a hostage situation. <<s Yara>>Help?<</s>> She repeated herself. <<s Tarnipp>>Although...<</s>> The professor cut us off again, and my eyes caught my friend's imploring ones. We definitely should've studied harder instead of getting distracted by... Each other's bodies. Her hand still held onto my thigh. <<s Tarnipp>>There will not be enough time to copy the answers. You can always switch names on the exam.<</s>> //Switch names??// This situation keeps growing worse and worse, as the teacher offered an exchange that would cost me greatly. My friend wasn't the smartest, her answers would definitely suffer from that... And so would I if I took her deal. <<s Yara>>Please? You don't need these grades, I do.<</s>> She implored, reminding me of the conversation we had about her own university applications and the importance of maintaining a high grade. Was I willing to favor her grade over mine? <<s Yara>>I promise I will make it worth it.<</s>> She teased me, her hand grasping my thigh tighter, making it obvious she was willing to offer some... physical persuasion... <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-handthigh2.jpg">> I looked at her imploring eyes. My dominant friend was in a needy position. And our professor was watching us intently, taking in that dilemma with great satisfaction in her eyes. What was I willing to do? <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme" or $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<link "She definitely deserves it more.">><<pickup $class "TC4 Helped Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "grade" 4>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> I knew what was at stake, both for me and my friend. And I knew she wanted this more than I did. Whether it was my submissiveness that ultimately prompted that reaction or my love of my friend I am not sure, but I went for it and my decision was made. The exam in my hands lowered to where her desk was, as I exchanged the sheets with hers. I did not want to see what she wrote, and waited for her to exchange the names, all the while her hand was fondling my ass openly, a promise of things to come. I wanted to please my friend, and now she was ready to please me back, her fingers roaming across my ass possesively. <<s Tarnipp>>You know your girl really well, Yara.<</s>> Our professor said, almost praising her. <<s Yara>>Told you.<</s>> My friend confidently said, smiling. As I looked at the two of them trying to understand what was happening a bit better, my friend spoke: <<s Yara>>I'll explain later.<</s>> She said. I felt almost lightheaded, played but still accepting it. My friend got what she wanted, and I was promised something more... I looked forward to it. <<s Yara>>I'll see you later for our "date".<</s>> She said, obviously not promising any learning. <<s Yara>>I'll give you your reward then.<</s>> My heart skipped a beat at that... What did she have planned for me? <<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Yara needs to learn her new place">><<add "grade" 2>><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<pickup $class "TC4 Dommed Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> I knew what was at stake, and I knew that <<light Yara>> was making a desperate attempt to cling onto some sort of control throughout this entire situation. Her struggle was beautiful to see, the one person who was probably unaware of her evolution now about to be a firsthand witness of her devolution, of her submission. <<s Author>>Darling I know it's scary for you to realize that you don't have it all.<</s>> I said to her, petting her head like one would do a pet, immediately feeling my once dominant friend tense up in deference. <<s Author>>But sometimes, embracing our insecurities is the way to go.<</s>> She looked up at me with soft, subservient eyes. And I saw a weakness in her that I truly expected would take longer to show, especially in front of someone that she respected like our professor. <<s Author>>Sorry, Ms. Tarnipp. Yara still has a long way to go to learn all about the dynamics of power that you teach.<</s>> I said to my professor, not even caring for a double entendre. <<s Author>>I'll be sure to teach her those soon.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Her and I have a date tonight.<</s>> As I handed over the exam I had completed, I stared back at <<light Yara>>, showing her I was dissatisfied with her behavior. Someone's about to receive a well-deserved spanking later today. <<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Succumb or entice" "There is no such dynamic between us">><</if>> <<link "She had enough opportunities to study before.">><<add "grade" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend had let herself go, getting distracted time and time again as the school year progressed, even in our study sessions. She'd have to pay the price for it on her own. As I looked at her with a sad face, I spoke clearly: <<s Author>>Sorry, Yara. You had your chance.<</s>> My friend was stunned that I wouldn't succumb to her manipulation, and I found part of me regretting the choice I had made. <<s Tarnipp>>Seems like you were mistaken after all, Yara.<</s>> Our professor spoke as she took my answer sheet from my hands. <<s Tarnipp>>Off you go, <<print $name>>.<</s>> As I walked out of class, the imprint of my friend's hand still felt on my thigh, I knew that we would not have a study session this week. I didn't know if we ever would have one after what she would take as a betrayal. I only did what was logical to do. What I had to. <<link "Time to leave" "Prom Prospects">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if $class.has("Bekham") and visited() is 1>><<pic Tarnipp>><</pic>> <<s Tarnipp>>From Teacher's Assistant to fired from his class... That's an interesting progression, <<print $name>>.<</s>> I had approached <<light Tarnipp>>, my original philosophy professor, the one that I was sent to spy on, right before her class had started. <<s Author>>He's an asshole.<</s>> I didn't know if I was lying or not, but I needed her to take me in for her class, at least for now, at least till an actual decision was made regarding the future of my time here. <<s Tarnipp>>I wouldn't use that word for a faculty member.<</s>> She warned, her stare intense. I might have pushed my hand. Her serious tone intensified as she moved closer. <<s Tarnipp>>I'd call him a dick, but I'm afraid even that would be giving him too much credit.<</s>> She whispered, her facade dropping as she gave me a sly smile. <<s Tarnipp>>To class, let's go. I'm sure you'll enjoy the coming session.<</s>> She said, already walking ahead of me in the corridor, her beautiful ass swaying as she led me along. Now that this has been confirmed, I was reticent on the kind of class that awaited me soon, as I walked into the room. <<link "Take a seat" "Tarnipp Class 5">><</link>> <<else>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Phallic Fallacy</h3></center> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>As I walked towards the middle of the class to grab my seat there, I could see <<light Eva>> and <<light Yara>> give me curious looks. The individuals that had confronted me earlier in the year as I stayed with <<light Bekham>> were now seeing me join his rival's class, and countless questions might have been coursing through their minds as they witnessed it. I could feel the intensity of the moment as they watched me grab my seat, turning my attention towards the professor, who was eager to start the lesson. And what a lesson it was! <<else>>As I took my seat alongside <<light Yara>> for the class that awaited us, and Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> walked into class and headed to the projector to prepare the conversation, things took an interesting turn. Walking in the room, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> made a surprise appearance. A while back, she had decided to join <<light Bekham>> with his classes, yet now, she was making the decision to join these classes instead. From Teacher's Assistant to leaving him in the dust, that was a huge move that she was exhibiting, and it raised questions. <<s Yara>>What is she doing here?<</s>> I was as interested as <<light Yara>> to find out the reason behind my friend's appearance in that place, and was hoping I'd be able to confront her about it. Unfortunately, <<light Tarnipp>> was quick to begin her class, starting with the presentation she had prepared.<</if>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-history3.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>It has long been the scourge of humanity that men with small penises have held control of its societies for so long.<</s>> The professor had started her class with an interesting approach and claim. <<s Tarnipp>>People called great men were only dubbed so by the power that they have exerted over other people.<</s>> She said, <<s Tarnipp>>By convincing others that they were at ther top of the pecking order, they became so, and they've perpetuated that behavior for years on end.<</s>> I was listening with interest, as what she was saying was more than true. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-history4.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>Men with fragile egos have struggled to keep people's attention on them, have struggled to portray themselves as the peak of masculinity, and have made society struggle with them.<</s>> Present times was no different. <<s Tarnipp>>They've built weird monuments to their masculine virility.<</s>> She explained. <<s Tarnipp>>This is where phallic architecture has come from, shrines of symbolic representation of the human penis.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-history1.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>From Ancient Greece, Romans, to Ancient Egypt and many parts of the Far East, this obsession over that shape, that supposed monument of power, has long been a sick obsession for many. Scholars have attributed that kind of architecture, especially and more prominently now with large skyscrapers that dominate the landscape, to symbols of male domination, power, and political authority.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-history2.jpg">> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>Talking about phallic architecture only pulled me out of class, and into what <<light Bekham>>'s version of the class would look like. His obsession with the theme must have been well in line with what my professor would have liked to teach, and part of me would have preferred to be in that place where the masculine energy just filled the class.<<else>>As I turned to look at the newcomer to the class, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> seemed to be distracted in her toughts, looking at the screen non-commitally as her mind seemed to be elsewhere. Part of me wondered if she even came here of her own volition...<</if>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-history5.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>This is all around the world. And this is real.<</s>> She said, driving the point more with the pictures she was showing on the screen. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-history6.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>And it is a representation of this one thing that Freud has argued everyone wants, a large fucking cock.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-cock1.jpg">> <<if $bbcworld gte 30>>The glory of the black cock was clear in front of the whole class, a true representation of masculinity. I was taken aback by the graphic nature of the class, but I was also very honestly attracted to the beautiful black cock that stood to attention. A glorious member that I couldn't ignore. But my mind reeled with the repercussions of having such a display in class, and what it meant for <<light Tarnipp>>'s acitivity. Did <<light Bekham>> have something to do with this?<<else>>The cock on the screen stood to attention, another false symbol of masculinity. While it was interesting to see that <<light Tarnipp>> would choose that color of cock to show, I also knew that there was some sort of odd behavior behind her actions. Maybe <<light Bekham>> had something to do with this...<</if>> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>Thinking about Bekham, my mind went on an impromptu trip as I imagined what his cock would look like fully engorged like this one is. Something told me that my professor had a big fat cock, and one that he wouldn't be afraid of wielding, and I found myself weirdly enticed by the thought of the kind of reward he might give me if I accomplished his mission correctly. I was dreaming of it, enticed... <<else>>As I thought about the substitute teacher, my eyes went to <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, who seemed to be thinking a bit too hard as she looked at the cock on the screen. My friend was not like herself, as I saw her fully engaged in the teachings of the beautiful black lady, her eyes glued to the screen, and her whole posture a bit more... Uncomfortable. Shifting in her seat constantly.<</if>> <<s Tarnipp>>Penis Envy. A weird term coined by none other than the weirdest philosopher out there.<</s>> She said, the picture still on the screen behind her, still enticing in its girth and nature. <<s Tarnipp>>According to Freud, everyone has it in some way in them: women want it in them, and men want to own the biggest one in the room.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-cock2.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>And they'll go to great lengths to prove that they do have it, by showing off and taking pictures of them, or stuffing their underwear with a sock, or buying expensive cars as a distraction.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-distraction.jpg">> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>I don't know why, at this mention, my mind went back to my professor once more, a man who always seemed too much in control, too confident, too arrogant. There was something about his behavior that suggested that kind of distraction, but part of me also knew that he was packing. I just knew. I felt it. <<else>>At this mention, I could feel <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> shift in her seat uncomfortably, something in her demeanor changing... And I allowed my mind to think on her old professor, whether or not the man was packing or trying to distract from it instead...<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>My eyes then shifted to <<light Eric>>, a person who had long tried to hide his insecurities behind a layer of bravado, and who had, under my guidance, come to terms with his own limitations. Including that which existed between his pants. As my eyes seeked his and they met each other, I gave him a sly wink, imagining what our time later today would entail, and how this lesson would come into play with the way our play would progress later. I already looked forward to it.<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Friendzoned">>My eyes then shifted to <<light Eric>>, a person who had long tried to hide his insecurities behind a layer of bravado, and who had, under my guidance, come to terms with his own limitations. Including that which existed between his pants. As my eyes seeked his and they met each other, I gave him a sly wink, letting him know what kind of man he was, and how he had been lulled into embracing his actual part in all of this. My "friend" had his limitations, and was starting to accept that he probably wasn't the peak example of masculinity. I just wanted him to embrace his part more and more.<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Whipped">>My eyes then shifted to <<light Eric>>, a person who had long tried to hide his insecurities behind a layer of bravado, and who had, under my guidance, come to terms with his own limitations. Including that which existed between his pants. As my eyes seeked his and they met each other, I gave him a sly wink, hinting at my knowledge of his insecurities, and reminding of my help in bringing them to light. I had helepd him embrace his weaker nature, and he had allowed me to take more and more control with time. And it was delectable.<</if>> <<if $bbcworld gte 30>><<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-cock3.jpg">> Another picture of a Big Black Cock appeared on the screen, almost a distraction of what she was saying, a distraction of other people's reactions, as I turned my attention once more to the tasty member projected. I didn't care what it said about me, I was starting to exhibit penis envy, because damn! <<else>><<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-penis3.jpg">> As the thought was about to materialize that all the cocks that she was showing us were black, I realized that a new picture had appeared on the screen. A Big White Cock was clear on the screen, a tasty-looking member that all but proved her point, that many people have these huge cocks worthy of being shown off, regardless of race. I didn't care what it said about me, I was starting to exhibit penis envy, because damn!<</if>> <<s Tarnipp>>And this might be true for a lot of people, especially individuals with nothing but sex on their minds, cis straight people with these twisted fantasies over the size and girth of whatever is between the legs of others.<</s>> She said pointedly. <<if $open gte 80>><<add "arousal" 20>>And I felt called out at my own reaction over what was on the screen, my recently growing openness calling for a certain behavior that I had all but nurtured in these past few months. I was getting wet just looking at the glorious pictures, and my professor knew it.<</if>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>With this claim by our professor, my eyes went this time to <<light Ella>>, my trans beauty who had left behind any attempt to retain any false masculinity. Instead of fighting against her true nature, and regardless of her penis size, she had made the conscious decision to move away from any of it, and instead embraced a more natural and honest representation to who she was. And I admired her for it. <<elseif $leoavoid is false>>With this latest claim by our professor, my eyes went this time to <<light Leo>>, a friend who had struggled with his masculine expression for a while now, not quite knowing how to truly put into place his masculinity. Now, he had moved beyond that point, understanding that masculinity wasn't particuarly about having a big cock or knowing how to use it, but rather how you treated yourself in society. And I admired him for it.<</if>> <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-cock4.mp4">> The swaying cock on the screen was almost distracting, a beautiful sight that was calling for attention, care, service... Thankfully <<light Tarnipp>> didn't leave it for long there to distract me from the lesson she was giving. Rather, distract me and countless others... <<s Tarnipp>>But the reality of the matter is, that false compensation, that attempt to hide the truth, has been the bane of many men in the past.<</s>> She said. <<s Tarnipp>>In fact, the more arrogant, self-entitled, grandiose, a man is acting... The more likely they are to have small penises.<</s>> That's when she started moving through pictures of particular individuals. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-hero1.jpg">> <<s Tarnipp>>Homer. Julius Ceasar. David Bekham. What do they all have in common?<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/phallic-hero2.jpg">> That last one was a clear diss at her substitute teacher, and it was apparent. A few snickers could be heard around the class. And her eyes, looking at me, told me that she was awaiting an answer from me. And I knew that it was a tricky decision to make, knowing what she wanted to hear but also knowing what I did. Part of me entertained the thought of standing up to her. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>It would put me at a disadvantage for later on but I knew that <<light Bekham>> would appreciate me standing up for him, and show his appreciation in some way.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $friendsevents.has("Sub30") and $bbcworld gte 30>><<link "Jerome is self-entitled but has a big cock.">><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<pickup $thoughts "Jerome King" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry to say, miss, but not every arrogant person has a small penis.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Author>>In fact... Jerome has one of the biggest cocks I know, and he's the most arrogant person I know too.<</s>> I added. A few laughs rose in class, but there was also a sense of... Admiration? Regardless of what it was, <<light Tarnipp>> was not going to back down. <<s Tarnipp>>That's true, darling. That's becasue he's a black man. And that's different.<</s>> Just like that, there was nods of acknowledgement across the class, as if all of that was a given. It was a given that arrogant black men would have big cocks, and butthurt egocentric white boys would have small ones, and it was clear where we needed to put our attention. It was a given, and I had gibven my black professor all that she needed to drive a deeper point home... And it brought me a strange thrill to have been a part of that. <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">>My eyes caught that of <<light Jasmin>>'s, who was smiling wide to my admission. After all, it was known we were both <<light Jerome>>'s partners - or maybe they'd call us his bitches, I didn't care - and people were starting to see that it was something worth being jealous over. We were setting an example, and people were appreciating that. Heck, one of the men who had paid for the bet in it was also there to give me an acknowledging smile, a white boy who had enjoyed watching it all unfold! <<elseif $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>My eyes caught that of <<light Jasmin>>'s, who was smiling wide to my admission, a spark of interest in her eyes. While I had not joined their duo in their naughty activities, electing another relationship for myself, I had just admitted that I'd sampled her partner's wares in the past - and liked it. And people were starting to see that it was something worth being jealous over. That she was worthy of being jealous, by simple virtue of being <<light Jerome>>'s partner. We were setting an example, and people were appreciating that. Heck, one of the men who had paid for the bet in it was also there to give me an acknowledging smile, a white boy who had enjoyed watching it all unfold! <<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">>My eyes caught that of <<light Jasmin>>'s, who was stunned by my admission, a spark of jealousy crossing her eyes. From having to join him in the group earlier this week to now this admission by her partner, I knew that there would be conflicting emotions in my friend, and ones that I knew I'd have to adress later today. I didn't know what prompted me to speak so honestly, but I could see that it was having its effect on other people, and that there was a sense of... Jealousy? Growing in them. Heck, one of the men who had paid for the bet in it was also there to give me an acknowledging smile, a white boy who had enjoyed watching it all unfold!<<elseif $jasminavoid is true>><<else>>My eyes caught that of <<light Jasmin>>'s, who was stunned by my admission, a spark of jealousy crossing her eyes. From having to join him in the group earlier this week to now this admission by her friend, one who had helped her move away from the abusive man, I knew that there would be conflicting emotions in my friend, and ones that I knew she'd continue to question for long. I didn't know what prompted me to speak so honestly, but I could see that it was having its effect on other people, and that there was a sense of... Jealousy? Growing in them. Heck, one of the men who had paid for the bet in it was also there to give me an acknowledging smile, a white boy who had enjoyed watching it all unfold!<</if>> Though with my claim, the class slowly approached its end, as our professor promised for a continuation of the topic next time class convened. <<s Tarnipp>>What to do about these butthurt men who do not know their place?<</s>> She asked as she wrapped up the session, <<s Tarnipp>>That'll be next session's topic. One that I'm sure a lot of you will appreciate, and that will have a positive effect on your relationships.<</s>> A strange thrill coursed through me, as I imagined what that entailed, and what things would look like next class. Part of me was truly excited to know. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Stay around for a while" "Class Switch Confrontation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Switch Confrontation Seen" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Confront Eva about the switch" "Class Switch Confrontation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Switch Confrontation Seen" 1>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Missed a previous event">><</if>> <<link "They all have small penises">><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>They all have small penises.<</s>> I said exactly what I knew she'd want to hear, smiling wide as I made the claim. <<s Tarnipp>>Exactly, <<print $name>>. You've been paying attention!<</s>> She said enthusiastically. <<s Tarnipp>>Try to take it as a rule of thumb,<</s>> she said, holding her thumb up, <<s Tarnipp>>The greater a man portrays himself to be, the smaller his penis is. At most as big as my thumb!<</s>> Her joke landed well with a lot of the people gathered there, as most of us women laughed with her claim. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>I laughed along, thinking of the man who had sent me here to spy on that charismatic lady. He was indeed arrogant, and that might be a hint as to what kind of "masculinity" he truly held... Either way, I knew I'd be doing things my own way, not finding use in standing up to her in that matter just yet. If I was to be a spy, I'd have to take things slow. <<else>>I laughed along, as my eyes landed one last time on <<light Eva>>. My new classmate seemed to be thoughtful, and an odd idea passed my mind. Was she somehow thinking of her old professor in this conversation? //Did she know how small he truly was, and that's why she's thinking so hard about it?//<</if>> With my claim, the class slowly approached its end, as our professor promised for a continuation of the topic next time class convened. <<s Tarnipp>>What to do about these butthurt men who do not know their place?<</s>> She asked as she wrapped up the session, <<s Tarnipp>>That'll be next session's topic. One that I'm sure a lot of you will appreciate, and that will have a positive effect on your relationships.<</s>> A strange thrill coursed through me, as I imagined what that entailed, and what things would look like next class. Part of me was truly excited to know. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Stay around for a while" "Class Switch Confrontation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Switch Confrontation Seen" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Confront Eva about the switch" "Class Switch Confrontation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Switch Confrontation Seen" 1>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "They were all great men">><<less "Tarnipp" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>They were all great men?<</s>> I asked, making the obviously wrong choice for some reason... I got a few snickers from the men in the class, who seemed to appreciate my kind of standing up to their ideals of masculinity, as <<light Tarnipp>> frowned at me. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>>//After all, I was sent here as a spy, to destabilize her classes. Why not start with a bang?// I thought to myself as I saw the frustrated expression on my professor's face. <<light Bekham>> was a great man, and the bulge in his pants would deny this woman's theory very easily. I wasn't going to accept it from her. <<else>><<light Eva>>, on the other hand, seemed to offer me a complicit smile as she excitedly yet silently agreed with my comment. Her own professor, to whom she was a teaching assistant, would be happy to hear of this development... Was this why she was here?<</if>> Regardless of this thought, <<light Tarnipp>> would still stand her ground. <<s Tarnipp>>That's patriarchy in action, a brainwashing of capable young ladies like yourself to believe that these men were actually great. They were simply arrogant assholes who didn't know their limits and imposed their will onto others. Small penised men.<</s>> She was showing some desperation, as I felt the men in the class acknowledge my newfound authority. I could only smile to myself. with these final claims made, the class slowly approached its end, as our professor promised for a continuation of the topic next time class convened. <<s Tarnipp>>What to do about these butthurt men who do not know their place?<</s>> She asked as she wrapped up the session, <<s Tarnipp>>That'll be next session's topic. One that I'm sure a lot of you will appreciate, and that will have a positive effect on your relationships.<</s>> A strange thrill coursed through me, as I imagined how I could stand up to her authority, and what things would look like next class. Part of me was truly excited to find out. <<if $class.has("Bekham")>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Stay around for a while" "Class Switch Confrontation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Switch Confrontation Seen" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Confront Eva about the switch" "Class Switch Confrontation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Switch Confrontation Seen" 1>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<s Yara>>Hey guys, can we talk?<</s>> <<light Yara>> was eager to talk to our common lover and myself about this new development, a sense of trepidation coursing through all three of us as we felt a certain intensity to the moment. <<s Eva>>Is it okay if we leave it to later tonight?<</s>> The submissive lover seemed to find the courage to speak up, partly out of avoidance and partly out of necessity of putting things right. I leaned towards agreeing with her. <<s Author>>We can address this at the date tonight.<</s>> I mentioned. <<s Yara>>Okay. At your place, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The woman simply stated. <<s Yara>>I'm going for lunch.<</s>> There was an intensity to the moment that could not be denied, and elements needed to be addressed, though that would happen on our "date", however tense it was promising to be... <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "For now, let me visit my lover again" "Date 2 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $class.has("Bekham")>>Approached quite pointedly by <<light Yara>> and <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, I felt somehow cornered as they seemed to be eager to talk. <<s Yara>>What happened?<</s>> The athletic lady had asked a very good question, and one I couldn't quite answer. I could feel the tension rising as I tried to squirm away. <<s Yara>>Something must have happened with Bekham if that's how you're reacting to things.<</s>> She stated, <<s Yara>>The switch of classes, the way you were all too concentrated on what Tarnipp said...<</s>> I needed a way out of this. <<s Author>>She grades on a curve, and I need the grade.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>Plus the topic is interesting.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> decided to butt in on the conversation. <<s Eva>>The topic is bullshit. All about men, all about the patriarchy. Even in arguing against the patriarchy, we still have to mention it.<</s>> She said. <<s Yara>>Now's not the time to be a full dyke.<</s>> <<light Yara>> tried to interject. <<s Author>>Look, Bekham is an asshole, and I figured being his teacher's assistant wasn't going to get me anywhere.<</s>> I lied through my teeth, <<s Author>>Can't we at least be happy that we're back in the same class?<</s>> I didn't want to make of this a bigger event than it was, but a part of me was truly interested in keeping things smooth with the two of them. We didn't go through all this together to start fighting now. I could see that my argument was winning them over, their expressions softening. <<s Eva>>I'm glad you're making the smart choice now.<</s>> The calmer one, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, spoke first. <<s Yara>>I... I am too.<</s>> The star athlete was a bit more hesitant to show compassion, <<s Yara>>I just wish it happened sooner.<</s>> She continued to admit. <<s Author>>I'm sure you'd have loved my help in studying for that exam.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Yara>>Oh you have no idea how much I struggled.<</s>> Things were a bit lighter between us now that this frustration was aired, though a part of me still struggled to reconcile my mission with <<light Bekham>> alongside my friendships. I was a spy, and I was playing my part, but I was feeling uneasy still about this whole arrangement. <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "For now, let me visit my lover again" "Date 2 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><<else>>Approached quite pointedly by <<light Yara>> and I, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> looked like a deer in the headlights. <<s Yara>>What happened?<</s>> The athletic lady had asked a very good question, and one that our common interest struggled to answer. I could feel the tension rising as she tried to squirm away, trapped in this conversation. <<s Yara>>Something must have happened with Bekham if that's how you're reacting to things.<</s>> She stated, <<s Yara>>The switch of classes, the way you were all too concentrated on what Tarnipp said...<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> suddenly spoke up, eager to excuse herself. <<s Eva>>She grades on a curve, and I need the grade.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Eva>>Plus the topic is interesting.<</s>> I decided to butt in on the conversation. <<s Author>>The topic is bullshit. All about men, all about the patriarchy. Even in arguing against the patriarchy, we still have to mention it.<</s>> I said, giving my two cents on the subject, especially since I had to mention something towards the end there. <<s Yara>>Now's not the time to be a full dyke.<</s>> <<light Yara>> tried to interject. <<s Eva>>Look, Bekham is an asshole, and I figured being his teacher's assistant wasn't going to get me anywhere.<</s>> Our query explained herself, <<s Eva>>Can't we at least be happy that we're back in the same class?<</s>> I didn't want to make of this a bigger event than it was, and a part of me really wanted to keep things smooth with this sweet person that was so important to me. We didn't go through all this together to start fighting now. I softened my expression towards her, speaking up on her behalf. <<s Author>>I'm glad you're making the smart choice now.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I... I am too.<</s>> The star athlete was a bit more hesitant to show compassion, <<s Yara>>I just wish it happened sooner.<</s>> She continued to admit. <<s Eva>>I'm sure you'd have loved my help in studying for that exam.<</s>> She said to her. <<s Yara>>Oh you have no idea how much I struggled.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey I did a good job!<</s>> I tried to interject, taking things light. Things were a bit lighter between us now that this frustration was aired, though a part of me still was uneasy about a few irregulations. I felt like I needed to keep an eye on <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> should things evolve in a dangerous way... <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "For now, let me visit my lover again" "Date 2 Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg">> It was our first study session, and <<light Yara>> was all over the place, not knowing how to even take a seat in the chairs we had at the library. <<s Yara>>It's so annoying. I'm supposed to be running now!<</s>> She claimed, her voice a bit too high for the librarian's taste. <<s Author>>Hey you're the one that suggested we study together. All of this usually takes me 30 minutes.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yet we've been here for an hour now.<</s>> She claimed, frustrated. Indeed, we've been here a while and we had yet to make real progress. A change of strategy was necessary, should we want to make anything out of this study session we shared. <<s Yara>>Grading on a curve. That's so damn stupid!<</s>> She was quite frustrated. <<s Author>>I know, but it is what it is.<</s>> I had no idea what way to approach this conflict, and which way would influence my friend positively. I did have an idea though... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Ridicule her in an attempt to motivate her to do better.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're really stupid, aren't you?<</s>> I aksed her, trying to get a rise out of my friend. <<s Yara>>Hey don't say that!<</s>> <<s Author>>But you are stupid if you can't remember these small things, are you not?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Why should I care about Solopcism or whatever that is? Who cares?<</s>> <<s Author>>I do. Don't you want to make me happier?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I can make you happier running for errands for you, carrying your bag, pleasuring you in bed even! But not remembering meaningless philosophy!<</s>> She was getting frustrated, and it was beautiful to see. <<s Author>>Oh you want to sleep with me it seems!<</s>> I teased her. <<s Yara>>Oh shut up! All I'm saying is I'm a much more physical person than I am mental.<</s>> She backtracked. <<s Author>>Then how about you tie something physical with each of these words to remember them?<</s>> <<s Yara>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know, like cheerleaders. Every word is accompanied by a move. Who don't you do that?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I have no idea how that works.<</s>> <<s Author>>Then all you need to do is listen.<</s>> Moving her body around, giving her hand gestures to remember particular words, I found the <<light Yara>> was a dutiful student, listening to my every word as she tried to learn the material we had to learn. While some of these gestures were quite odd, I ended up pretty confident that she'd remember the lesson. Although she might look stupid trying to sort through her thoughts in finding the words. She does know how to follow orders... If primed for it. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>She seems stressed. Maybe a massage could help...">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew how stressed my friend was, and knew what she might need in order to alleviate that effort she's been having. <<s Author>>You look really stressed Yara. You need to relax.<</s>> I told her sympathetically. <<s Yara>>I can't. This lesson is too much.<</s>> I understood her concerns. I needed to make this right. And I knew my friend carried her stress physically as she did mentally. Maybe a massage would help. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/study1-massage.jpg">>As my hands drifted across her powerful back and tried to release the knots hidden underneath the skin and between the muscles, I found myself trying my best to make my friend feel better, working out these kinks. <<s Yara>>That's it. Keep going.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes ma'am.<</s>> I half-joked as I worked her back. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> She said, smiling to herself. Her words sent small shivers down my spine, as I distracted myself from those in working on her back, in being physical with her supple skin, in getting hornier at the intimacy of this moment, in public. //Fuck, this woman has an effect on me I cannot deny.// <<s Yara>>Mmmm...<</s>> She moaned. <<s Yara>>That's it yes!<</s>> I stiffled a moan of my own, imagining myself betwen her legs and servicing at her feet. My friend was dominant, demanding, and I was willing to serve. Instead of studying, I was working on her back to help her with her stress. Instead of caring about the curve of the grade, I was imagining hers against mine. <<s Yara>>Thank you, <<print $name>>... That's enough.<</s>> As I drifted back to reality, I couldn't deny that the activity had made me hornier. My friend didn't notice as I rushed back to my seat to continue the lesson, now somewhat distracted and her the more grounded one. This friendship was dangerous. I was threading dangerously close to losing my inhibitions in submission to her whims. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $time lt 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Keep trying to teach her every term, no matter how long it takes.">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<addtime>><<replace "#choices">>She might be annoyed by all of this, but if anything, I was a stubborn human being, keen on getting her to learn the lesson we put our mind to. No matter how long it takes. And so we took the next hour as well going over each term we had to learn and trying to get it through that thick skull of hers. Even if we are graded on a curve, she'd still not be able to get a better grade than me, but she'll definitely be doing better moving forward. <<s Yara>>You're so annoying.<</s>> <<s Author>>You'll thank me later.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep trying to teach her every term" "We'll be here till we sleep. The librarian will kick us out.">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg">> <<s Author>>You're less anoying today than you were last time!<</s>> I teased my friend after a few minutes of silence into our session. <<s Yara>>Yeah I guess...<</s>> She was on her phone, distracted. <<s Author>>Hold on a minute! Why are you on your phone??<</s>> I asked her, incredulous. <<s Yara>>It's a pretty complicated story actually...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's pretty simple actually. We have a lesson to prepare for. Ms. Tarnipp might surprise us with an exam at any time!<</s>> I clamored, drifting my attention back to my books. <<s Yara>>Mr Bekham spanked Eva in front of the whole class.<</s>> I raised my head away from the books. <<s Author>>What??<</s>> I couldn't believe her. She told me about it just now. Someone even filmed her and sent her the footage. My friend revealed what was on her phone. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/eva-spanking.mp4">> I was stunned by what I was seeing. He truly was dominating my friend like she was nothing. <<s Author>>How did that happen?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Apparently Bekham came up with a law that bans her from speaking in class, the punishment being spanks on her ass. And our friend obviously spoke.<</s>> <<s Author>>What kind of lesson is that?<</s>> I was incredulous. <<s Yara>>Apparently, she admitted eventually that the law is not always moral or ethical... I mean obviously after being spanked in front of her all friends!<</s>> My friend was just as stunned as I was by the latest revelations. <<s Author>>That doesn't make sense...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Does it? What if we were in a tyrannical government?<</s>> I looked at my friend. Something was off. There was a tension in the air. Whether it came from seeing our friend get spanked, the faces she was making, or the fact that we both knew that there was a hidden attraction between us, there was electricity that we couldn't deny. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "Blush. She has a plan...">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt myself blush at the way she looked at me. My domineering friend had something of a plan, and I was going to follow her through it. <<s Yara>>What if I came up with the law that every time you speak, you receive a spank? What would you say then?<</s>> She asked, her eyes drilling into mine. If I were to speak and give and answer, I'd "legally" owe her a few spanks on my ass... <<s Author>>I'd say that this isn't fair.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Is it not? You just spoke knowing full well the law your dictator came up with.<</s>> She stated, moving her chair away from the table. <<s Yara>>Bend over.<</s>> She commanded, pointing at the table in front of us. She wanted me to submit to my debasement. To accept the spanks she announced would be mine. And part of me wanted it too. <<s Author>>Maybe that was the lesson that Bekham was trying to teach? That laws are sometimes unfair?<</s>> I said, looking at my friend in somewhat of a docile manner. <<s Yara>>The only way we can know for sure is if you submit to your punishment, <<print $name>>. You're only adding to the verdict.<</s>> She said. I knew that my friend wouldn't back down. And I knew that my earlier silence, my blushing and thinking of the possibilities of our encounter, is what brought us here. <<s Yara>>Come on. Be a good girl and bend over.<</s>> She said, standing to help me up. <<s Yara>>Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you.<</s>> She added in a whisper, as she expertly led me to my feet and then bent me over. <<vid "events/yaraevents/spanking-lesbian-sweet.mp4">> My friend was quick to take advantage of my vulnerable position, her hand finding my ass and humiliatingly spanking me across it. A small whimper escaped my mouth as that happened, as I took in the fact that I was willingly taking a spanking from a friend who claimed dictatorship unchallenged. <<s Yara>>That's it. Let go.<</s>> She said, before her hand went down once more to spank me across the buttocks, a humiliating act that left me whimpering once more. And I listened to my dictator, whimpering a bit louder, to give her the satisfaction that she needed from me. To show her I was docile, accepting of her authority, unchallenging. Something about <<light Yara>> and the way she treats this relationship was very interesting. It wasn't that she was the dominant person who always got what she wanted. It was a transaction. She receives power, and I receive spanks. And one after the other, soft, but deeply humiliating, these spanks fell on my backside, bringing out whimper after whimper from my submissive lips. I moaned out in compliance at my friend's dominant spanking. <<s Yara>>So, my little <<print $name>>... Does it feel like the law is always right?<</s>> I knew that the lesson said one thing, but my friend demanded another. She wanted me to say that her law is right, I was sure of it. <<s Author>>There is no doubt that the law is right. Your law is right.<</s>> I said in between moans, knowing that my words were adding to my "punishment". <<s Author>>Please spank me.<</s>> My moans were a symphony, each of her slaps bringing a new note to the music she was making me play. Her hand used me like an instrument. I'd be her instrument of pleasure. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> Her words struck a beautiful chord inside of me, and I found myself whimpering even more, trying my best to muffle my voice to not alert people of our naughty activity. <<vid "events/yaraevents/spanking-lesbian-soft.mp4">> My dictator, master of my world, was taking things slow, taking naughty pleasure from my compliance, as her spanks continued landing on my naughty behind. I complied obediently as she completely controlled my actions. I was beyond ecstatic at offering her myself to punish. I was getting dangerously close to an orgasm, simply from the humiliation of being bent over and railed on by a friend. A friend that always knew how to dominate me entirely. <<s Yara>>Alright that's it. Let's get back to the lesson.<</s>> She entirely dismissed me, and I found myself whimpering still. Why would she stop now? <<s Yara>>You're enjoying this too much. It was supposed to be a punishment of the law, and you've turned it into a reward.<</s>> Her words struck me to my core, pointing out just how far I'd gone in recent years in becoming the naughty person who embraces humiliation. Was it <<light Yara>> that had that control over me, or was I simply too obedient to fight against it? <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Blush. She has a plan" "I'm too dominant for this.">><</if>> <<link "Better concentrate on our lesson. Eva made her bed long ago.">><<replace "#choices">>I needed to break the tension. <<s Author>>Look, Eva made her bed long ago. She knew of the dangers following Bekham would bring her, and she now has to deal with it.<</s>> I explained. <<light Yara>> noticed that I was not willing to play her games, and calmed down, although it did seem she was sad she couldn't play more with me or my emotions. <<s Yara>>You're right. I'm just worried about her.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Even moreso than she seems. Her moans are obviously full of pleasure.<</s>> I answered her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, that's odd...<</s>> I could see my friend was turned on by this, but decided not to comment on it. She'd play with herself later. For now, we needed to study. <<link "Study" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -10>><<link "I'll be the tyrant. Announce the same law on my friend!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'll be the tyrant then! For standing up to me, you'll receive 10 spanks. Effective now!<</s>> I claimed. To say my friend was stunned would be an understatement. Her jaw dropped. <<s Yara>>You can't be serious?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>That's five more. Now get on my lap before they become much more.<</s>> I said, threatening her. It was like a dam breaking, the tension between us heightened and washing over us as we saw how it was to be released. My friend couldn't control herself, blushing as she stood to place myself across my lap. I looked on, not believing what I saw. My dominant friend was fine laying across my lap, simply because I commanded it. And I was gladly going to spank her like a bad girl needs to be spanked. <<s Author>>Maybe that punishment will teach you not to get distracted by your phone, you airhead!<</s>> I announced as my hand found contact with her shapely buttocks. The athlete was to find herself humiliated at the hand of the once nerd, her tutor. <<vid "events/yaraevents/spanking-lesbian-soft2.mp4">> I found great pleasure in the way the tables turned. Whether it was a moment of weakness on my friend's end or a moment of strength on mine, we both knew that this kind of dynamic, in a secluded room of the library, would continue to elaborate until one of us gave up and cracked, or until we both became absolute sluts. Sluts that would moan as they got spanked on their friend's lap, not caring about appearances. Her workouts showed, as her firm buttocks fought valiantly against my slapping hand, trying to deal as much damage as they were being dealt. <<s Author>>Do you like this?<</s>> I teased her, arrogant, dominant. <<s Yara>>Yess....<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>That's one more spank for you!<</s>> I announced once more, my hand finding her fat ass yet again. The athletic, aggressive, powerful girl was now on MY lap, being spanked by ME. Oh how the greats fall! <<s Yara>>Oh god!<</s>> <<s Author>>Keep talking and I'll keep spanking!<</s>> I said as slap after slap rang on my friend's backside, count lost to the both of us. <<s Yara>>What's the point that we're trying to make?<</s>> She asked between moans. I looked at her, and couldn't help but laugh. <<s Author>>I don't know... And I don't care.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Fuck... My clothes are in the way.<</s>> She said, a slut in heat. She was lost. I had her right where I needed her. Horny and in need of a dominant hand. One I denied her. <<s Author>>Alright that's it.<</s>> I announced, a cruel individual playing with a pet's toy, banning them from getting it. <<s Yara>>What the fuck? Please!<</s>> She had no problem begging. <<s Author>>No. It's time to study.<</s>> I moved her away from my lap and returned to my books. Try as she may, she was not able to convince me to continue spanking her, not matter the words she beged me with. We'd play the long game, and I'd have her like putty in my hands eventually. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll be the tyrant. Announce the same law on my friend!" "I'm too submissive for this.">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "Study Session Distractions">> <<s Yara>>She didn't take long before she sprung an exam on us, did she?<</s>> My friend asked in frustration as she tried to make sense of the books in front of her. <<s Yara>>She obviously convinced Bekham of the same.<</s>> She continued. <<s Author>>Maybe Bekham is the one who called for the exams?<</s>> We had both received news from <<light Eva>>, the opposing professor's "assistant", that the exam was being held for their class too. She would not take it as he requested her to help him look over the students, supervising the exam alongside him. I was starting to revisit that choice I made around a month ago of joining <<light Tarnipp>>'s classes instead of being his assistant... <<s Yara>>No way. Tarnipp is too strong a character to be told what to do. That's why I admire her.<</s>> My friend stated. <<s Yara>>Despite her giving us all of these to learn for the exam.<</s>> She switched up. <<s Author>>Hey that's normal for the life of a student! You go to class, you study, you take an exam, you move on.<</s>> I replied back. <<s Yara>>It shouldn't be for everyone. I should be on the field, running. Or at least putting my feet in some icy water.<</s>> My friend said, her frustration growing. <<s Author>>Well relax your feet, take off your shoes.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>I'm already doing that.<</s>> <<s Yara>>So am I.<</s>> My friend replied. I looked below the desk to confirm her statement. <<picmid "events/yaraevents/feet-intro.jpg">> And indeed, her athletic feet were outside of their material confines, even outside of any socks, breathing the clear air. <<s Author>>Weird that they don't smell.<</s>> I said as I moved up to look at her. <<s Yara>>I didn't run yet today. All because of this stupid exam.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey Yara what are you running from?<</s>> I asked her, actually curious. My friend looked at me for a moment before deciding to speak. <<s Yara>>I'm running towards. Towards a better life.<</s>> I knew there was a lot about my friend that was lost on me. A past that's as clouded as my future is. But I also knew that the conviction she had must have come from somewhere. And wherever that somewhere is would be entirely up to speculation. <<s Yara>>I could use a good massage though.<</s>> She stated, noticing me stealing a few glances at her feet from time to time, as we continued studying, me trying to explain a few key elements of the lessons we've had. I looked at her, trying to understand her intentions. She was a smiling poker face. <<s Yara>>Would you be a doll and massage my feet as I work on this section?<</s>> She asked, her foot moving up to rub my leg, requesting attention. I feared, or maybe looked ahead, to this study session, knowing that it would eventually come to this. And now I was faced with the choice that has become a custom in this scenario. Succumb to my friend's will and service her feet while she and she alone studies; or stand up to her and flip the scenario, putting her to my service... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>I'd rather skip all of this.">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You've been pushing for something, Yara. And I don't know what it is. I think I'd rather not follow down that path.<</s>> I stated clearly to my friend. I had chosen Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> not to be closer to my friend, but rather because her classes would be easier and she'd be easier to handle than Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<light Yara>> ought to understand that. She nodded, understanding my position. <<s Yara>>A bit of fun between friends would never hurt, but I understand your position.<</s>> She said, moving her attention back to the book in front of her. Hopefully that would be the last of my friend trying to rope me into some sort of sensual or sexual activity... //Although I could always ditch our study sessions if I wanted...// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>A mutual massage would not be bad.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/feet-mutual.jpg">> My hand on her feet and hers on mine. We spent the next hour or so mindlessly playing with each other's feet, a sensual massage as we continued studying the material. I helped my friend as she did me, and we enjoyed each other's feminine feet. There was no humiliation, no shame in our activity. Two friends, on equal grounds, enjoying each others company, and bodies. Showing appreciation to the thing that is considered lowest in the other person. For her, that thing was the thing that brought her to the newest heights she was reaching in life, and it felt like, even if for a moment, I was helping her feel better and aiding her on her journey to greatness, in more ways than one. The moment was beautiful, magical almost, as there was no deeper tension than the ones we were creating on the other's foot, trying to get rid of the tension within. A soft, beautiful interaction, with no ulterior motives. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>My place is at her feet. I'll do anything to bring her comfort.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship1.jpg">>My dominant friend had made her request, and a huge part of me knew that it would be moments before I was on my knees in front of her, giving her what she needed of me. My friend deserved my service, and I'd offer it to her at any time, even if it meant not studying or allowing her to study more. My hands quickly got to work on the athletic feet that laid in front of me, beautiful elegant toes that made my powerful friend the incredible athlete she is today. I'd serve, and she'd be happy with me, and all would be good in the world. <<s Yara>>Oh that's good. You're doing good.<</s>> She said, praising me and giving me the compliments I oh so craved. I blushed, not daring to look at her, as I shifted all my attention to her feet, trying to take in every single curve. They were beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. And I am yet to understand it, but something was happening to me. <<s Yara>>Pavlov's dog is an interesting concept...<</s>> My friend said, concentrating on her books, on the lesson we had, not knowing the depth of her feet's effect on my psyche. My mouth was watering, and I had no idea why, as I looked at her clean-ish feet, at the sexy toes and the way they shifted under my hands, at the curves of her muscular feet... My friend was a hottie, down to the last toe, and I had the honor to serve her... But part of me needed more. <<s Yara>>You may kiss and lick them if you want.<</s>> It was as if she was allowing me to fall further, beckoning me to debase myself even more. Yet there was no humiliation in this. There was fulfilling a fantasy I didn't know I had, there was accepting my innermost desires and leaning into them. I needed it, I knew it'd be satisfying. Regardless of what people might think, I knew I'd be safe with my friend. <<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Lick her foot, why not!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<vid "events/yaraevents/sensual-footlicking.mp4">> My tongue went to taste her beautiful feet. A hint of sweat, a hint of her lovely smell, just a hint, overwhelmed my senses, and I felt my heartrate quicken at that. I was lowering myself entirely. I was letting go. And it was paying off almost immediately, as my body responded to hers, as I allowed myself to accept my lowered position, my body responding to hers and my tongue trying to get as much of her serviced as it could. Granted, my friend was somewhat distracted from her studies by my subservience, but then again didn't part of me want that? To be acknowledged by her, to be noticed in my service of her body? The lowest point of her body, that which grazes the ground, that which also represents her future. I was servicing her and hoping I'd keep doing so in the future. <<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship2.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Oh... Yes right there.<</s>> My friend was whispering at me as I licked between her toes, trying my best to catch another taste of her delectable sweat. <<s Yara>>You're doing so well.<</s>> Her words of praise had their desired impact on me, I think, as my body moved of its own volition, a reaction ingrained inside of me, as it shook a bit, trying to bring me even closer to her, trying to put me even futher under her command. I was getting tired, my tongue was getting tired, but I didn't care. I needed to make her feel good. I needed to show her I was worthy of servicing her. <<s Yara>>Look at you doing too much. You're so eager to please!<</s>> My friend teased me, and I could only whimper in response. I was eager to please, yes, and I was glad she saw it. There was something invigorating about this whole thing, and my friend, ever the dominant, was ready to push me even further. Despite what my limits were, I found myself accepting of her suggestion... <<s Yara>>How about you lay down and let me put my foot on your face? That way you can please me easier, I feel like kneeling is uncomfortable.<</s>> As she spoke, I saw the logic of her words. I did want her to step on me. She is right in making that request. If she stepped on me, I could service her throughout the whole hour. And my knees wouldn't hurt, just like she said... <<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I am her carpet">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship.jpg">> I was on my back, her feet were on my face, and all was good in the world. My place was at <<light Yara>>'s feet, and no moment in our friendship was as perfect as this one. In between moments, her eyes would drift down to meet mine and I'd see a sweet smile cross her face. I'd smile back, my tongue drifting across the beautiful sole of her foot. I was at peace at my friend's feet, and all was good in the world.<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<link "I've done enough, time to leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My place is at her feet" "Not submissive enough (20)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Her place is at my feet. About time she learned it.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship3.jpg">> A few minutes later, I had somehow managed to convince my friend to service me instead, claiming that I was the tutor here and her the student. <<s Author>>Look at you learning how to follow commands correctly. So cute.<</s>> I teased my student as her tongue tried to wiggle itself between my toes, discovering parts of me that it craved for and never encountered before. I smiled to her and myself, my friend was a submissive at heart, eager to please, but always hiding behind a mask of dominance. <<s Author>>It is so beautiful to see you break that facade you put on, and see you embrace your true self.<</s>> I teased her, as my toes wiggled backa against her tongue, playfully making the job harder on her. Her moans were all the answers I needed. <<s Author>>Do you want to go back to the lesson?<</s>> I smiled at her, hoping I'd have her where I wanted her. The mighty <<light Yara>> had fallen too low. She shook her head no, before returning to her willing debasement, servicing her friend's feet. She looked perfect in such a submissive position. I'd break her entirely with time. <<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Toy with her even more.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<vid "events/yaraevents/submissive-footlicking.mp4">> I wiggled my toes, moving them away and back towards my newfound submissive's mouth. <<s Author>>Look at the desperation in your eyes, so sexy.<</s>> Instead of being angry, she was smiling. She knew I had her where I wanted her, submissive and docile, yet revelled in it. I had roped her in entirely, and she was accepting it willingly. Oh how beautiful it is when the greats fall. I was starting to understand the people that wanted to make me fail, the individuals that tried to break me down. The actions of Mr. <<light Bekham>> were no longer a mystery to me... If that was the feeling it held, then I could not blame them. I'd search for it myself too.<</linkreplace>> <<link "I've done enough, time to leave." "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Her place is at my feet." "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "locations/living-room-day.jpg" "Still at home">> <<s Yara>>We're not going jogging. I promised you a reward and that's what you're getting.<</s>> My friend's hands were already all over my body, hugging me and trying to take off my clothes. Foreplay was off the table, she meant business! <<s Author>>Woah woah!<</s>> <<s Yara>>You can't imagine how hot what you did is. Offering your future for mine... It was amazing.<</s>> She said, her eyes eating me up and her hands not stopping their undressing. <<s Author>>I... Are you okay?<</s>> Something was going on with my friend, and I needed to know what. <<s Yara>>I've been horny ever since, <<print $name>>. The way you just... submitted. Delightful.<</s>> She said. I did submit to her rule, offer her all she needed to succeed. I worked for it, and she just got it. <<if $subdom lte -30>>And it was the only right thing to do. My friend deserved the world, and I would be the submissive that would offer her that.<</if>> I looked at her, at her body that she was slowly revealing, articles of clothing being removed in succession, and I knew that unless I stopped her now, things would escalate a lot further than they ever had in our study sessions. After all, we were both extremely attractive girls that saw the beauty in the other, and she was hornier than ever. <<s Yara>>Your reward is here.<</s>> She said, standing before me in all her naked glory, happy to see me take her all in, eating up with my eyes what she had to offer, feasting on her delectable beauty. <<s Yara>>What would you like to do?<</s>> I had a choice after all! <<if $subdom lte -30>><<s Yara>>Knowing you though, I know you want nothing more than to kneel between my feet and offer your tongue to my pussy, taste your goddess. Am I right?<</s>><</if>> She teased me with the options, her words playing tricks with my psyche. My hot athletic friend was in front of me, and I could choose what to do to her. What a time to be alive! <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Her pussy needs my lips. I need to thank her for the honor of serving her">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-mesub.mp4">> Lips on lips, licking and sucking and serving the greatness that she is. <<s Yara>>That's my good girl.<</s>> She moaned out as she brushed my hair for me. How kind of her to take care of my hair while I served her great athletic body! I relished that beautiful opportunity to serve her attractive body, offering her the pleasure she oh so deserved... <<s Yara>>It's so hot having you be such a docile girl like that, offering me your exam, and now serving my cunt. You like that, don't you?<</s>> She pulled me away from her body, and I could only moan out in agreement as a response, eager to return to the warmth of her wet folds. I needed to serve my superior. I needed to serve my <<light Yara>>. <<s Yara>>You're mine. Only mine.<</s>> I moaned out in agreement. My relationships meant nothing near the opportunity to serve my athletic mistress. Her lips returned against mine, as I licked her with reckless abandon. I had the opportunity to serve, and that was all I had in my mind. Servitude. And when she came, her orgasm was a hard-earned treat, as I tasted that tasty nectar from her beautiful folds. I was being rewarded for my hard work by my dominant friend, and I loved it. I deserved it. I'd keep working to please her now and always. <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Her pussy needs my lips" "Too dominant for that (30)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>69 is the name of the game. Let's play.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-switch.mp4">> Her on top as she usually would want to be and me beneath her, I had a close up view of her beautiful juices glistening her pussy lips as I licked at her, herself returning the action with pleasureful plays of her own, attacking my sensitive parts with studied motions, her experience apparent. She was doing to me as she would like done to her, and she was doing it well. Our moans rose against each other's nether lips as we continued our intense love-making session, bodies moving in unison and pleasure growing steadily. An exciting position where we were equal in service and pleasure, we found ourselves battling as we always did, but this time in an attempt to bring out the pleasure in the other person. This time trying to make the other cum first. And she was a woman on a mission. <<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-mesub.mp4">> Licking at me with fervor and intensity, my friend was doing her best to make me submit to her, through the promise of a reward. I had given her a full exam and kept her safe from a bad grade, and in return, she wanted to defeat me by making me reach orgasm first. How expected of her! Our licks and kisses turned more and more intense, more and more passionate with each passing moment. We were lovers on a mission, and that mission was the ultimate pleasure. A beautifull start to a beautiful day of pleasure, culminating in a mutual orgasm that shook us to our cores. <<s Yara>>Thank you for the exam. It meant a lot.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thank you for the orgasm. It meant... Just as much as an orgasm would.<</s>> I said back in a jokeful manner as we snuggled for a while. <<s Yara>>That was a nice workout... Although you'll have to excuse me as I go for my run.<</s>> My friend said with a smile as she went on to wear her running attire. <<s Author>>Oh don't mention it! It was a pleasure!<</s>> I said back, smiling at her. <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>She should thank me for what I've done. I'll use her face to get off.">><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-mesub.mp4">>Her lips attacked my lower ones as I stood over her, my athletic once dominant friend brought low in service of her savior. A beautiful sight, of course, but one that felt even better than it looked. <<light Yara>> knew what it took to pleasure another girl, knowing what she'd want for herself, and offered it all to me. I took it gladly, grinding my needy snatch against her lips, almost suffocating her with the intensity I was exhibiting. I enjoyed it a lot, but thought that my friend would enjoy a bit more trash talking. I moved her head away for a moment. <<s Author>>How does it feel, being all that athletic but still having to offer your body in service of the people who save you?<</s>> I asked her teasingly. She could only moan out loud in response, her own fingers looking for her pussy to finger herself. <<s Author>>What a good girl. What a good servant!<</s>> I praised her as I brought her back to my pouty lips. I was getting close, and my friend knew it. <<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-medom.mp4">> In a desperate bid to regain some sort of control, she attacked me with her lips, trying her best to bring out an orgasm from me that would make me weak in the knees. I'll have to give it to her, she was succeeding, as I went down to the floor, quickly followed by her kissing and licking mouth, her assault continued. I still had the power, she was serving me. <<s Author>>Taste something you--- oh! Like?<</s>> I tried teasing in between moans. <<s Yara>>Cum for me.<</s>> Was all she said back. And all she needed to say to bring out an orgasm from me. I obliged, grinding myself hard against her face as waves of orgasm shook through me in quick succession and I found the ultimate pleasure at the lips of my lesbian athlete friend, an eager submissive wanting to serve her superior. <<s Author>>Good job.<</s>> I praised her as I regained my strength. <<s Author>>Can't wait for the next exam.<</s>> My teasing was returned to some of her own, now that the haze of servitude washed away from her mind. <<s Yara>>The only place where you'll have the upper hand is in a class.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>And in my living room.<</s>> I shot back, wiping a stain from her face. She smiled at me as she gathered herself, preparing to leave. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I said, remembering to be sweet, as all good dominants are. <<s Yara>>No, thank you. You saved me with the exam.<</s>> She said back to me, smiling. <<s Yara>>I wish I could stay for some aftercare, but there's still energy in me that I only know how to deal with by running.<</s>> She explained as she eventually left my place for her morning run. //That was one hot encounter. Who knew <<light Yara>> could take to servitude so easily?// <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll use her face to get off" "Too submissive for that (30)">><</if>> <<link "I have other engagements. Deny her offer.">><<less "Yara" 3>><<less "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I would not give her what she wants. I had other relationships that meant more to me, and I would not jeapordize them for her. <<s Author>>I appreciate the offer, Yara, but I did not do that for a reward. I just did it for you.<</s>> I said to her, shutting her down. She did not expect that reaction. Somehow, I knew my friend was used to always getting her way, and I had just shut her down. <<s Author>>Sorry.<</s>> I thought it fit to add, rousing her out of her shocked expression. <<s Yara>>No. I'm the one that's sorry.<</s>> My friend suddenly turned self-conscious as she rushed to put her clothes back on. <<s Yara>>I'm.. I need some time to deal with this.<</s>> She said as she exited my apartment. My friend all but forced herself onto me, thinking I wanted the "reward" she offered... <<light Yara>> was used to have everyone follow her whims and desires, it must have been quite the shock for her to see that I wasn't as willing as she'd imagine I'd be... Something had to give, and it wouldn't be me. <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

No content here, how did you ever make it here?? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

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<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Bathroom Break</h3></center><<pickup $class "Bathroom Break" 1>> Notes and strings and percussions and whatnot. I like music, the noise can create interesting sensations in people, moving them in ways that words cannot express. You can't quite quantify it, it's something you feel more than anything else, and that's what's beautiful with it. But sometimes, your stupid body does things that it's not meant to do, and you have to miss out on music class to go to the toilet. Bladder full, I excuse myself from class and head towards the bathrooms, where I rush to the furthest (and cleanest) stall. That's when I hear them. Bursting through the door, they start heading towards one of the stall, giggling in the process. Then I hear muffled moans. They're kissing. Passionately. And then I can hear these kisses subside, one of them dropping to their knees... Clothing being removed... <<s Matthew>>Go ahead, suck on it.<</s>> Feeling like a pervert, afraid to flush the toilet, I'm stuck there as I hear two individuals enjoying each other's bodies a few feet away. As I try to stand up calmly, my eyes catch the scene that's evolving right nearby. <<vid "classes/toilet-events/toilet1.mp4">> The two individuals, whose faces I don't entirely recognize or grasp, are really enjoying their time together. I look at the two lovers in their naughty embrace, her on her knees servicing him and hm standing above her. <<s Matthew>>This is what the future prom queen looks like. On her knees serving the biggest cock in school.<</s>> The man laughed at the woman on her knees in front of him, humiliating words coming from him. //What the fuck is this about?// Looking to put on my clothes and strategize, the cloth of my skirt catches on to the toilet rim, lifting it before it slams down on the toilet. The sound carries in the room, as the two lovers stop their playful explorations. <<s Matthew>>Anyone there?<</s>> His voice calls out. I panic, open the door in a rush and run outside, not wanting to be caught like a pervert. After rushing away, no clear destination in mind, I reach a bench and sit down on it, catching my breath. //I can't believe that happened!// <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>That was hot">><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><br><<s Author>>In public!<</s>> //They had sex in public, and if I wasn't there, they'd have kept going! Whoever they are, they didn't care if what they were doing was wrong. They just went for it! And it was hot!// I silently curse myself as I catch my breath. //Why did I have to move? I could've kept listening...// <<s Author>>Maybe next time...<</s>> Will there be a next time? <<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/bathroom-break.jpg">> Though as I moved to head out and continue with my day, something particular caught in my mind... //<<s Matthew>>This is what the future prom queen looks like. On her knees serving the biggest cock in school.<</s>>// The man had humiliatingly made a big statement like this one, mocking the woman kneeling in front of him... And she wore a cheerleading uniform as that happened. This statement was heavy, odd, and carried with it repercussions that I didn't know were there. //Could it be <<light Angela>> in there with that asshole?// What did it say about my goals? Was I willing to go that far to become prom queen?? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>How could they do that?">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>They didn't care that they were in public!<</s>> Can you imagine ever doing something like that? I'd die of shame! Then again, it takes courage to do what they did. //Not that I could ever do something like that of course.// Thank god I left when I did, can you imagine what would've happened if they went even further with me just a few feet away?? I doubt they would ever do something like that again now that I basically stopped them. //Would they?// Though as I moved to head out and continue with my day, something particular caught in my mind... //<<s Matthew>>This is what the future prom queen looks like. On her knees serving the biggest cock in school.<</s>>// The man had humiliatingly made a big statement like this one, mocking the woman kneeling in front of him... And she wore a cheerleading uniform as that happened. This statement was heavy, odd, and carried with it repercussions that I didn't know were there. //Could it be <<light Angela>> in there with that asshole?// <div id='choices2'><<link "No way that's her, she's too confident for that.">><<add "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>There was no way that was the head cheerleader - or one of the heads alongside <<light Mya>>. She was too confident a person to fall for that, to accept this kind of treatment from her lover... Even in private. Unless it was some kind of kink play between them, unless she for some reason accepted it from him because it's all part of a bigger plan for her... I was confused, knowing entirely that she was quite the dominant force in this race. What did it say about my goals? Was I willing to go that far to become prom queen?? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "That might be her, he's quite dominant after all...">><<less "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Though the head cheerleader was quite the confident person, there was no denying that <<light Matthew>> was a strong character himself, demanding respect and often getting it. And I knew here and now that if he had this much control over her, there was no doubt that he'd be able to continue down that path with anyone he might want to... The thought sent shivers down my spine as I realized that I may be fantasizing about the man simply because of how dominant he is... What did it say about my goals? Was I willing to go that far to become prom queen?? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It doesn't matter, I'm not going to stoop so low to Become Prom Queen.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I knew I was a stronger character than either of them. And I knew, regardless of their dynamics, that I didn't have to fall for any of their tricks. These two spelled trouble regardless, and despite anything going on between them, I knew that standing my ground would offer me the confidence to face whatever challenge dared appear in front of me. Soon, all would follow my lead on my path to //Becoming Prom Queen//. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Should I report them?">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>These people are probably back at it now...<</s>> //Maybe I should've reported them, that would've taught them a lesson.// As I think to myself whether or not it is too late to go back there and stop them in their tracks, I put myself in their shoes. The best I can all things considered. Their actions are reckless, but I doubt they'd keep going after what happened. Maybe next time I can be proactive about this and catch them in the act, call someone on them... //Next time, I take matters in my own hands.// Though as I moved to head out and continue with my day, something particular caught in my mind... //<<s Matthew>>This is what the future prom queen looks like. On her knees serving the biggest cock in school.<</s>>// The man had humiliatingly made a big statement like this one, mocking the woman kneeling in front of him... And she wore a cheerleading uniform as that happened. This statement was heavy, odd, and carried with it repercussions that I didn't know were there. //Could it be <<light Angela>> in there with that asshole?// What did it say about my goals? Was I willing to go that far to become prom queen?? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/biology.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Biology and Bodies</h3></center><<pickup $class "Biology and Bodies" 1>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Making my way into biology class, I take my seat at the front of the class, ready for another lesson by Ms. <<light Rotherford>>. <<s Rotherford>>Intrinsically, at their base, men and women have fundamental differences that one cannot overlook. If you are to see how one might differ from the other, you will notice a lot of very apparent, very flagrant differences between the two. And that is normal.<</s>> As the teacher goes on and on about the various reasons why men and women are so different from one another, I can't help but think of how absurd these things are. Hey... what do you think I should do now, listen to the class or daydream with you? <div id="choices"> <<link "Listen to class. I might learn something of value.">><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>''Listen to class. You might learn something of value.'' <<s Author>> Okay jeez. I don't know why you're so serious! But thanks, that's a very responsible choice I have to say.<</s>> As the class continues, I feel further enlightened by the wise words of my professor. That was sarcasm by the way. Can I go out now? <<link "Move along" "Racial Biology">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>You're right, class is boring. Let's think of some more clear differences between boys and girls.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're right, class is boring. Let's think of some more clear differences between boys and girls.<</s>> I like your style, nameless voice that chooses for me... I don't know why, but listening to my teacher explain these silly differences and how there's a difference between the sexes beyond genitalia... Genitalia... <<picmid "classes/genitalia-difference.jpg">> You know, I never saw a penis in real life before. It's odd how much importance people give such a thing when it's obviously not sanitary or interesting. I mean I've read that they get bigger when a man is excited but like that's nothing too special right? //I don't think it is at least...// As time passes and I keep thinking about penises, I don't remember much of the class except when the teacher starts pointing out the genital differences. Dicks of all sizes and colors, and pussies of different shapes and forms... The sights kept passing in front of my eyes as I looked at these interesting features, and their interesting backgrounds... And I found that through it all, I was giving additional attention to... <div id='choices2'><center><<link "Dicks">><<replace "#choices2">>//Dicks, dicks, and more dicks!// <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/sub30-boner.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Racial Biology">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Pussies">><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//Pussies, beautiful tasty pussies.// <<vid "workout/lw-bad-fingering.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Racial Biology">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<if $open gte 5>> | <<link "Both!">><<replace "#choices2">>//Both dicks and pussies! Because why not?!// <<picmid "events/meevents/spread.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Racial Biology">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>></center></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><<else>><<pickup $class "Leo Biology 1" 1>>As Ms. <<light Rotherford>> drones on about physical differences between men and women, I thank myself for having taken a seat a bit further back in the class, isolated next to my good friend <<light Leo>>. Diverting my attention from the lesson, I notice that he is particularly interested in what the teacher is saying, enthralled as she elaborates further on the difference in sexes. <<s Author>>Hey, Leo! Is everything okay?<</s>> I laugh softly <<s Leo>>What? Oh yeah.. It's just odd what she's saying.<</s>> <<s Author>>Odd? How so?<</s>> I ask, curiosity peaked. <<s Leo>>Oh it's nothing. Just that well she's saying that all men are naturally dominant and have muscles and whatnot.<</s>> <<vid "classes/real-man.mp4">> I could already see where he was going with this. If one looks at Leo they wouldn't really see the absolute image of masculinity, but he's him I guess, nothing wrong with that! <<s Author>>Hey listen to me. All this talking about sexes... It's meaningless alright? Sex is not equal to gender and also you're you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>I mean you're still a man regardless of your appearance">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I mean you're still a man regardless of your appearance. People might look at you differently for it, but I'm sure that with a bit of effort you'd be able to build up the image you want to build.<</s>> I smile at him, showing my support, before we're both called to attention by <<light Rotherford>>, who keeps with her lesson. And on that note, class found its end, and I was left to go back to school. //I could probably research more about the difference between sex and gender at home, that should help my friend.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>I mean you're you, neither here nor there">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I mean you're you, neither here nor there. So what if you're not masculine in the strictest of terms? You're unique, Leo, and that's what makes you special to me.<</s>> I smile at him, showing my support to his uniqueness regardless of his gender, before we're both called to attention by Ms.<<light Rotherford>>, who continues with her lesson. And on that note, class found its end, and I was left to go back to school. //I could probably research more about the difference between sex and gender at home, that should help my friend.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>I mean you're feminine, and that is fine">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I mean you're feminine, but so what? There's nothing wrong in being unique like that, and noone should make you feel any bad for it. It doesn't necessarily mean you're a girl, but that wouldn't be so bad, would it? My bestie Lea.<</s>> I smile at him wide, and can see him blushing a bit at the thought. We both turn to look at Ms. Rotherford, who continues her lesson unbothered. And on that note, class found its end, and I was left to go back to school. //I could probably research more about the difference between sex and gender at home, that should help my friend.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</if>>

<<pichalf "classes/biology-mya.jpg">> <<s Mya>>Quite the boring class, isn't it?<</s>> I didn't expect the co-captain of the cheer squad to approach me after class, and so was a bit out of sorts when I was confronted by her in the hallway of the school. <<s Mya>>Let me tell you, there's a lot more one can learn in the cheer team's showers.<</s>> She teased, <<s Mya>>About all sorts of bodies.<</s>> She gave me a final wink, before walking away in the hallways of the school. //Why would she even say that, out of nowhere?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<div id='continue'>In my research about things that would help my friend understand the links between gender and sex, and how they might sometimes overlap but often not, I stumbled first upon an interesting article: <<pichalf "workout/lw-bad-boner.jpg">>"Oftentimes, a lot of attention is given to genitals to define a person's gender expression, even if these genitals do not entirely fit into the usual image of what it means to be one gender or another." The example given with that initial article, who'd state that genitals have long been attributed to gender and its attributed, claimed that size, shape, color, or even type of genitals did not matter, as it never defined who the person was. In removing the idea of physical appearance, one can only look at how they treat actions deep inside, and through that define their gender in a more true way. <<light Leo>>, should he follow the claims of this article, would embrace a more masculine form of representation to offset his physical appearance, which will in turn aid him in becoming more <img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Masculine. <<link "Look at other articles">><<replace "#continue">><img src='images/events/leoevents/research-comparison1.jpg' width='49%'><img src='images/events/leoevents/research-comparison2.jpg' width='49%'> "Differences between races have long made heavy claims, and ones that have the ability to truly shape the society we live in. In understanding the lines between races and their gender expression, and by comparison and contrast between these different expressions of gender, one can find that gender is relative entirely." The second article I stumbled upon made the claim that gender is relative to the society it finds itself represented in. In comparing white men to white women, one can see a clearly defined line in these different gender expressions. However, contrasting the strong, virile black man with his weaker white counterpart, one would be more inclined to consider white people as feminine and the black man as a masculine contrast to them, truly showing how gender lines are not as sharp as some would hope them to be. Sharing this article with <<light Leo>> could potentially push him to embrace a more <img src='images/icons/fem.png'>feminine representation without fear of repercussion for his gender. After all, in comparison, whatever he does will not be enough to define him as masculine. //It does help that this article clearly shows how potent black men are...// <<link "Look at yet another article">><<replace "#continue">><img src='images/events/leoevents/femboy-example1.jpg' width='30%'><img src='images/events/leoevents/femboy-example2.jpg' width='30%'><img src='images/events/leoevents/femboy-example3.jpg' width='30%'> "How can someone define these men as entirely men, when their representation completely differs from that of a typical alpha male. Additionally, how can one deny them the expression of "female", when they so clearly represent themselves as such? What if they do not want this nomenclature and instead would prefer being called transfemmes, fembois, sissies, or otherwise?" This third article I found as I neared the end of my research made the claim of gender being subjective, and that in our new day and age gender should allow for expressions different than that of typical sexuality and genital construction. Indeed, how can society define their gender for people, like <<light Leo>>, who do not fit in the usual dichotomy of gender and its expression? Obviously, something needs to be done about this expression, and sharing this article with <<light Leo>> would further help him just be himself, not letting society define him or even have himself be defined by a binary. It would help him embrace his more <img src='images/icons/fem.png'>feminine side. <<link "Time to choose">><<replace "#continue">>What article should I share with <<light Leo>> then? <<link "<img src='images/workout/lw-bad-boner.jpg' width='30%' title='Send him the first article'>">><<add "alphabeta" 5>><<replace "#continue">><img src='images/workout/lw-bad-boner.jpg' width='30%'> I decided to send this article to <<light Leo>> to learn from. I am sure it will have an impact on his character and help him embrace his masculinity greatly. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/events/leoevents/research-comparison2.jpg' width='30%' title='Share the second article'>">><<less "alphabeta" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<replace "#continue">><img src='images/events/leoevents/research-comparison2.jpg' width='30%'>I decided to share this article with my friend as well, hoping that it will help him embrace his true self much better, and through that bring him a clear sense of comfort. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/events/leoevents/femboy-example1.jpg' width='30%' title='Share the last article with Leo'>">><<less "alphabeta" 3>><<add "open" 2>><<replace "#continue">><img src='images/events/leoevents/femboy-example1.jpg' width='30%'> Sending the article <<light Leo>>'s way, I knew I was helping him embrace a truer self, just like the one before it would help him see how he stacks up against other truer men. This will definitely help him on the right path. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do not share either one with Leo">><<replace "#continue">>None of these articles was right for my friend to understand his position in sex and gender. No need to go all out on our approach, maybe it's better we count on a regular, day to day interaction instead... <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/soccer.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Conflict of Interest</h3></center><<pickup $class "Conflict of Interest" 1>> Sometimes sports classes can be fun. Especially when the coach doesn't really care about giving lessons and drills, and simply allows us to play and have fun. Soccer was the game of the session, and while it was a fun game, we were all required to participate. <<s Eric>>Hey <<print $name>>! Excited to play?<</s>> <<light Eric>> was for all sense and purpose, a stranger. He's always there, around me, and has been at the school every since we started attending years ago, and has been there since, but nothing about him is truly special you know... I've always had my doubts that he has a secret crush on me or something. <<s Samuel>>Of course she is! She'll be playing with me today.<</s>> <<light Samuel>>, on the other hand, was also a new guy at the school. His eyes grabbed your attention and his tone was always somewhat breathy, seductive. I never knew if he was actively hitting on me or if it was simply the way he talked, but I always felt important around him. Coach called us all in to separate the teams, and it seemed like he is going through some serious marital problems since he didn't even bother to do that. It was a bit of a shock to me though when he called me and <<light Angela>> in, tasking us to choose our teams before going his own way. //I'd like my team to defeat hers...// While both men were capable players, I knew as well as <<light Angela>> did that we would each be able to snag one of them for the game. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Choose Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//<<light Samuel>> was obviously the superior athlete, and I just had to have him on my team. The fact that he made me feel good about myself wasn't as relevant, right?// As the game started, the ball was thrown back and forth quite a few times. Opportunities were missed but we were doing well as a team. At one point, I received the ball in the perfect place for a goal, and tried my chance. <<if $athletics gte 10>>Aiming for the upper right corner, my ball finds home behind the net in amazing fashion, securing the point for my team. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-win.jpg">> <div id="celebration">Time to celebrate! <<link "Celebrate with the whole team">><<replace "#celebration">>Jumping up and down, I head back to my team, high-fiving some of them and hugging others. Proud of my accomplishment, I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Celebrate alone and taunt the other team">><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>I let the adrenaline rush get to my head as I celebrate with a hearty roar, looking at the opposing team and laughing in their face as a few of my team members join me from the back. I smile at <<light Yara>> and <<light Eric>> as they accept their defeat at my agile feet. I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Celebrate with the assist maker, Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>Ecstatic at the goal I just scored, I turned towards the person who gave me the assist,<<light Samuel>>, and jump in his arms in celebration. Carrying me in his strong hands, he jumps along, both of us happy with the goal I just scored. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-hug.jpg">> The other team looks along as he carries me back to our side of the field, <<light Eric>> included. I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>I give the ball a hearty kick, but miss the goal entirely. Intercepted by one of the defense, <<light Eric>>, he attempts to move it up the field as he's cut off by <<light Samuel>>, who impressively yet slightly agressively snatches to ball away and gives it a strong, precise kick, to the back of their net. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-win.jpg">> <div id="celebration">Time to celebrate! <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Jump in his arms in celebration">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>Ecstatic at the goal he just scored, I rush towards <<light Samuel>>, and jump in his arms in celebration. Carrying me in his strong hands, he jumps along, both of us happy with the impressive goal he just scored. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-hug.jpg">> The other team looks along as he carries me back to our side of the field, <<light Eric>> included. I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Join the team in celebration">><<replace "#celebration">>Rushing around me, the team joins <<light Samuel>> to celebrate the goal, as I join them all in the point we just snagged for the team. We share a smile as we head back to our side of the field. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Check up on Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>The goal might've been impressive, but<<light Eric>>looks hurt to me as I approach him, the team celebrating behind. <<s Author>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> He looks up, and noticing it's me checking up on him, puts on a strong face. <<s Eric>>Yeah yeah, all is good. Thanks for asking.<</s>> His hand on his knee tells me otherwise, but before I get to chance to act on it, I'm cut off by <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>Come on, <<print $name>>. We need to go back to our side of the field.<</s>> He gives a side glance to the white guy, before grabbing me along. The game ends soon thereafter, my excitement somewhat lessened by the intensity of it. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I'm sure having him on my team will push him to perform even better than others, and so I choose<<light Eric>>to join my side. As the game progresses, I start noticing our team performing a bit worse than the other one, chemistry somewhat missing. And with a coach that doesn't seem interested in doing what he was paid to do, busy talking to - judging by the tone he was taking - his cheating wife, I felt the responsibility to rally my team fall onto my shoulders. <div id="rally"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Rally the team by motivating them">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#rally">><<s Author>>Alright listen up people! We need to be more and do more if we want to do this. Yes sure our grade will not be impacted whatsoever because the coach doesn't care. But do you know who cares? I do. And I know you do too. So let's show them what we have!<</s>> My speech seems to have an effect on my fellow team-mates... For like 2 minutes. And then <<light Samuel>> scores a goal. And another. And another. All the while being cheered along by the annoying head cheerleader <<light Angela>>, her nasal voice a truly annoying sound. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-win.jpg">> The game ends in an abysmal performance for us, but hey at least everyone had fun right? //If only <<light Angela>> wasn't there to make it hurt even more.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Reprimand the weakest link, Eric">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<replace "#rally">>In my frustration, I see <<light Eric>> missing his mark, causing a man to be open, who receives the ball and lodges it in the back of the net. I allow my anger to control me, he needs a lesson. <<s Author>>Are you stupid or what?? How could you let him go like that?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm sorry, I just couldn't catch up.<</s>> <<s Author>>No wonder you couldn't. You're such a failure.<</s>> Having berated my teammate, I carry that anger with me as the game progresses, and ultimately score a goal for my team. He dare not look me in the eye as I celebrate my point. A sly <<light Samuel>> shimes in with a congratulations. <<light Angela>>, looking at this whole scene unfold, raises an eyebrow as she looks along in clear interest. //At least <<light Samuel>> knows how to play, I should've chosen him. Good thing I scored a point.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Come up with a winning strategy">><<add "Eric" 3>><<add "Angela" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#rally">>Soccer might be a physical game, but people's actions come from their mindsets. Noticing a lack in the other team's defenses, I gather my team and offer we lull them into a strong offensive, pulling their key players in, before launching an immediate counter-attack against their team. Surely enough, my strategy works against the other team as we start scoring and turning the tides of the game, impressing them with our comeback. <<pichalf "classes/eric-win.jpg">> Everyone's all smiles and fun when we leave the field, all confident we did our best and learned something new. I could even see <<light Angela>> nod in some sort of approvement over the way I dealt with the whole thing, alongside <<light Samuel>>. All except for the coach, of course, who's still in his fight with his wife over the phone. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Come up with a winning strategy" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 20">><</if>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Creative Dancing</h3></center> <div id="choices"><<if $dance.has('EvaLeo') or $dance.has('JeromeJasmin') or $dance.has('SamuelEric')>>Back at dance class, I had to repeat last time's assignment, this time with new people apparently.<<else>>Interestingly enough, sometimes it feels like classes at my school come out of nowhere, with no real explanation as to what they mean. Dance class, which comes like once every week or so, is one of those classes that simply make you ask yourself "what to fuck is going on?" In today's lesson, we apparently had to team up and create a choreography to a song of our choice, all within the hour. I had my pick of three different groups.<</if>> <<if $dance.has('JeromeJasmin')>><<dark "Team up with Jerome and Jasmin" "I already partnered with them.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Team up with Jerome and Jasmin">><<pickup $dance 'JeromeJasmin' 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>These two have always been the most entertaining couple in the school. The way she fawns over him and his poise have always been an interest to us all. However, if you were to ask them about it, they'd deny anything happening. Typical couple stuff you know... Anyway it was at this point that I noticed that I might've made a mistake joining these two in their team, as I had a peculiar choice to make regarding the performance we needed to do. <div id="choices2"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Perform a raunchy rap song">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dirty-dancing.jpg">> Drilled by <<light Jerome>> on how to really improve our dancing, he teaches both <<light Jasmin>> and I how to twerk better, how to get low, and basically how to dance to rap songs. Our performance is exhausting but well worth the positive reactions we get, and seeing the smile on <<light Jasmin>>'s face during all of it makes it all worth the performance. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Perform a romantic song where two girls fight over the man">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-jeromesensual.jpg">> Following <<light Jerome>>'s lead, <<light Jasmin>> and I listen to his tale of loe and deception, and implement it in a choreography that flows with ease and beauty. Not expecting this much emotions to be felt in a simple dance, I start feeling with the character I am playing, truly wanting to have the man all to myself. I find great pleasure and joy when the scene ends with me in his arms, <<light Jasmin>> thrown aside and begging at our feet. //Has she no shame, doing this just for a performance?// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has('EvaLeo')>><<dark "Team up with Eva and Leo" "I already partnered with them.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Team up with Eva and Leo">><<pickup $dance 'EvaLeo' 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/leoeva.jpg">> My two friends are overjoyed to see me join their team in today's class, as we set about talking about what it actually means to have dancing classes in highschool instead of concentrating on //better things//. While <<light Eva>> and I seem to be on the same page about the uselessness of it all, <<light Leo>> convinces us that having fun every once in a while isn't so bad after all. Setting aside the why, we concentrated on the what. <div id="choices2">We had to choose what performance we were giving. <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Dance to a musical song">><<less "grade" 2>><<replace "#choices2">>Making the easy choice, we decide to look at musicals for their choreography and learn that, finding ease in performing something that already is there and perfectly fits the song chosen. When the teacher penalizes us for not creating the choreography like the lesson required, our nagging gets us nowhere. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Dance to a pop song">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/leoeva.jpg">> Using pop songs to dance to, we create a choreography that's playful, each lip-syncing to one part of the song while the others danced around them. In performing the dance, at the part where the rapper starts his tirade, <<light Leo>> starts singing along as <<light Eva>> and I twerk around him. We are immediately halted by a few of the students in class. <<s Julio>>Yo that's some insensitive shit. Cut it out.<</s>> Unaware of the optics of our performance, we profusely apologize to the other students, halting our performance. The teacher removes grades, but I'd rather that than more tension. We were in the wrong. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Dance to a feminine song">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/singleladies.jpg">> Despite his initial protests, <<light Leo>> joins us in dancing to the hit song "All the Single Ladies", shaking his ass with us and overall being one of the girls in the dance. Our performance is beautiful, and we share a huge smile at the end of it, catching our breath. Try as he may, femininity suits him. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has('SamuelEric')>><<dark "Team up with Samuel and Eric" "I already partnered with them.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Team up with Samuel and Eric">><<pickup $dance 'SamuelEric' 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Joining the two boys for this session's dance class, I'm excited to see where our performance will take us. After presenting their ideas, I am left to be the one to choose what we will be doing. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Samuel's Idea - Street Fight with Female presenter">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dancefight.jpg">> Following <<light Samuel>>'s lead, we decide to do somehting a bit different and perform a dance that incorporates fight moves and athletic performance. While <<light Eric>> is lacking in a few areas of his performance, we use it to our advantage in telling the story where <<light Samuel>> is ultimately victorious. The professor points out at the end of our performance that I was relegated to being a background characters, and as such my grade will suffer. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Eric's Idea - A Romantic menage a trois">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<light Eric>>'s idea is an interesting one. A dance where they both fight over me, pulling me from one side to the other possesively, is something that will sure to entertain and catch the professor's attention. Losing myself in the performance, I see a beauty in simply letting go and joining one, seperating, then joining the other. Flashing back to our training, we never decided in which direction I would head in the end. Which of them I would choose. And now, as the dance ends and both of them look at me in expectation, I am left with a choice: <div id="choices3"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>Turning to my white friend, I walk towards him as the song ends, and wrap my arms around him, breathing heavily. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Choose Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/samuelchoice.jpg">>Turning towards the new black guy, a relative stranger, I am lost in his eyes as I hug him and feel his arms around me. Taking a deep breath, his masculine musk fills my nostrils. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 17>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Choose neither">><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I think of a third option, one that sends a deeper message than whatever the choice has to be. I look at one, then turn to look at the other, before simply looking ahead and leaving them both hanging. The professor praises the ending, a message of independence away from the confines of men and choice. I'm happy with the boost in my grade. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose neither" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 17">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<if $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/history-of-africa.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>History of Africa</h3></center><<pickup $class "History of Africa" 1>> As I walk into history class, I grab my seat next to my friend <<light Jasmin>>. After a short while, the teacher walks into class, starting the lesson. I immediately start drifting off as we are met with meaningless conversations about events happening far away from my country, in another continent altogether. Why should I care what is happening to people in that area? As I look around the class for some distraction, I notice <<light Jasmin>> next to me is engaged in what the teacher is explaining. Apparently, she still is very interested in whatever is happening overseas in some forgotten African country. As the bell rings and class ends, I am approached by my friend, who calls out to me: <<s Jasmin>> Hey! Can you believe all these stories? How dare the world act that way towards human beings?<</s>> <<s Author>> I know... It's heartbreaking.<</s>> I can't seem to put much emotion behind the words I am saying. Jasmin looks at me suspiciously. <<s Jasmin>> Wait... Do you really not care about Africans that much?<</s>> <div id="choices"><center><<Notice "Choosing the second option will lock off all social media BNWO elements from the game.">></center> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Wait. No. I do care about them">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "AfricaInsta" 1>> <<replace "#choices">>I rethink my position regarding the subject, and notice that the issue itself is important, despite the class being boring. <<s Author>>I do. I do care about them.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> looks at me, nods, and continues talking: <<s Jasmin>> It's good to hear that. Then you wouldn't mind following a few pages on instagram that help in sharing positive news and fights for their causes, right?<</s>> <<picmid "events/jasminevents/bnwo-share-announced.jpg">> As she stares at me, almost challenging me to disagree, I find myself nodding to her, accepting whatever she wants to spring unto me. Noticing my silence, she smiles widely, kisses me on the cheek, and starts walking away with a spring to her step. <<s Jasmin>> Make sure you follow the pages I send you! Interact with them girlie!<</s>> She shouts out down the corridor. <<link "Move along" "History of Yts">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't really care...">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 3>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">> Honestly there's so much going on. <<s Author>>There's enough struggle here. Why should I care about people overseas Jasmin?<</s>> As I say these words, <<light Jasmin>> looks at me in disbelief. I feel like I personally offended her, even though she shares nothing with these people... <<s Jasmin>>Wow. I did not expect that from you, <<print $name>>. Have a nice day.<</s>> As she walks away, I cannot help but feel like this has placed a true strain on our friendship. <<link "Move along" "History of Whites">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Henry>><</pic>> <<s Henry>>I actually thought you'd be different and wouldn't fall for that propaganda bullshit.<</s>> The new guy had approached me right after class. It seemed to me everyone had an opinion regarding racial theory, especially people born in privilege. <<s Author>>You don't know me enough to pass your judgements in the first place.<</s>> I replied. The man laughed at my claim, nodding his head. <<s Henry>>Blacks are seventy percent more likely to commit murder.<</s>> He threw the statistic in my face. <<s Henry>>Remember these numbers the next time you fall for one.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're a real racist douche, aren't you?<</s>> <<s Henry>>Their crimes.<</s>> I felt it unimportant to keep entertaining that conversation, deciding to leave him behind at that. <div id='choices'><<link "It's because of people like him that I need to be an activist">><<less "goodevil" 1>><<less "Henry" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//It's because of people like him that I need to be an activist.// I felt myself more empassioned towards whatever learning <<light Jasmin>> was to share with me, knowing that through it I'd have a clearer image of the topic, and truly be able to offset whatever influence white men like him have to exert. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hate brings hate. He doesn't know any better.">><<add "goodevil" 1>><<add "Henry" 2>><<replace "#choices">>//Hate brings hate. He doesn't know any better.// I felt bad for the man. Possibly alienated in his past, he was now carrying a hatred that I could clearly see needed to be resolved. And I hoped I'd be able to help him through it, in time. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Henry>><</pic>> <<s Henry>>It's nice to see that you're not buying into the propaganda.<</s>> The new guy approached me right after class, wanting to bring his own opinion to the topic at hand. It seemed to me like everyone had something to say about racial theory, regardless of their background. <<s Author>>I don't know about propaganda or anything like that...<</s>> I answered him, truly hesitant. <<s Henry>>Come on, Jasmin wanting you to care about "Africans", it's obvious she's already way too deep into it.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>I... I'm not so sure about that.<</s>> <<s Henry>>You think she can be saved?<</s>> He asked, looking around. Making sure that we're secluded, the new guy decided to add: <<s Henry>>If you can, that would be great for her. It's clear that these "Africans" have a weird hold on people like her. We need to keep them safe, don't you agree?<</s>> He did have a point. After all, I didn't agree with <<light Jasmin>>'s statement for a reason. I nodded. <<s Henry>>Glad you see things my way.<</s>> He said, a wide smile spreading on his lips. <<s Author>>It only makes sense.<</s>> I admitted, though a part of me remained unsettled as I watched him walk away. If he was claiming propaganda was taking people away, didn't he just speak in a manner that suggested he was a victim of the same, in the opposite direction? Or was he actually aware of the truth? <div id='choices'><<link "Maybe I should have listened to Jasmin...">><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//Maybe I should have listened to <<light Jasmin>>...// My thoughts were a bit conflicted as I realized that I may be agreeing with something that I didn't entirely understand. Everyone had something to say about racial theory... Maybe it was time I started forming an opinion of my own? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The man might be right...">><<less "goodevil" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//The man might be right...// After all, there was a real fear in me as I saw <<light Jasmin>> continue to fall down that line. Maybe if <<light Henry>> was on my side, we could keep her safe from her own thoughts... Though in doing so, I might also be helping him in whatever agenda he had? //Better than a black man's agenda, right?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $yaraavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>><center><<pichead "locations/gymnasium.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Introduction to Gymnastics</h3></center><<pickup $class "Intro to Gymnastics" 1>> They're jumping, expressing themselves, happy to flaunt their bodies, and here I am in gymnastics class watching it all unfold... <<if $athletics >=10>>As I join in, I can't help but be proud of the way my body can handle the physical pressure.<<else>>Joining the activities, I struggle silently in my own corner.<</if>> <<light Yara>> spots me from the side of her eye and walks towards me, wanting to talk. <<s Yara>>Hey you! How are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey Yara. I'm doing fine and you?<</s>> Yara looks at me, and it seems like she notices something. <<s Yara>>Fine is too big a word. Your form needs improvement. Here let me help.<</s>> Without warning, she places her hand on my back and gently pushes me forward, bent as I reach for my toes. <<picmid "classes/stretching-yara2.jpg">> <<s Author>>Ouch it hurts.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Is it unbearable?<</s>> I think for a moment. <<s Author>>No. It's fine.<</s>> <<s Yara>> Good. That means that it's working. Breathe.<</s>> I follow her request and take a deep breath. As I exhale she pushes a bit more on my back. The pain is strong. <<s Yara>>Listen to your breath and match mine. I want you to bend all nice and tight for me<</s>> //Tight?// At my next exhale, Yara pushes a bit more and I hear her say softly under her breath <<s Yara>>good girl<</s>> <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Follow her request and push my limits">><<add "Yara" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I listen to her //like a good girl// and breathe along, trying to match our breaths as she pushes me to stretch more than I ever had. Her expertise is not lost on me as this training improves my abilities a lot. A while later, as she lets go of me, I look at her in the eyes as I thank her. <<s Author>>This was better than I expected.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You're welcome girl. Next time you do me.<</s>> I wouldn't mind that... //Wait I do her?// <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Her closeness to my body is distracting">><<add "Yara" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-yara1.jpg">> I can feel her hands on my back as she whispers these words in my ear. They send a beautiful chill down my spine as I softly moan, than tense up a bit, hoping she didn't listen to that. <<s Yara>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I silently curse myself. <<s Author>> All is fine.<</s>> I tell her, feeling myself grow hornier by the second at being bent in front of her like a pretzel. She adjusts her hands on my back, and I can feel them start to wrap a bit further around me. These beautiful athletic hands that are morphing me to her liking. I lose myself in the sensation for a short while, and let off an audible gasp as I feel myself drifting. She stops her pressure. <<s Author>>No..<</s>> I softly say as she moves aside and looks me in the eye. She lifts my chin up to look right at me. <<s Yara>>Good job. You'll get there eventually.<</s>> I blush slightly, unable to maintain eye contact. She smiles softly. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>I don't care to push my limits... And she's awfully close to my liking.">><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>These two words immediately put me out of the whole thing. I pry myself away from her. <<s Author>>Please stop. I don't know what you're doing but I'm not in need of your help.<</s>> She looks at me, startled by my sudden outburst. I don't feel comfortable. <<s Author>>Look Yara, I'm sorry but this is definitely not working for me.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I understand. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.<</s>> I give her a small smile before going about doing other stuff. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $evaavoid is true and $yaraavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>><center><<pichead "classes/fifty.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Literary Values</h3></center><<pickup $class "Literary Values" 1>> Some days, school simply forgets what it stands for and suddenly starts teaching the most unhinged things. This was one of these days. When we started English class, we didn't know what the teacher had in mind for us as they put forth one name. E L James. What ensued was one of the most unhinged conversations I've ever seen palyed out in class, as students went to war about the legitimacy of erotic fiction as literature, all the while the professor was watching on as the debate flared. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. On the one hand, it was the professor that has launched the topic. On the other, the topic in question was one of the most vile ones I've ever seen debated in an academic setting, and I have classes with Mr. <<light Bekham>>, so that was saying something. <<pichalf "classes/literature-grasp.jpg">> The picture on the screen as the professor spoke was that of the movie adaptation's main couple. In that picture, the guy oddly resembled <<light Henry>>. I didn't know where things were headed, but the professor shimed in with her question: <<s professor>>Who has actually read any of his books?<</s>> Seeing <<light Eva>> shyly raise her hand along a few of the other students put me in shock. I never would've expected her to be the kind to read such a book, let alone admit to it! She dared not look me in the eyes. <<s professor>>And how did you feel about what you read?<</s>> Her question was directed towards my friend. <<s Eva>>I didn't like the way the book falsely portrayed the BDSM community. In looking for cheap audience collection, the author basically lost the attention to accurate representation, a cornerstone of any literary creation.<</s>> <<s Yara>>He might have cut corners, but at the end of the day, he was able to bring an obscure aspect of that community you apparently belong to and bring it to light to a wider audience.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not a submissive<</s>> <<s Yara>>Never said you were.<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s comment ellicits laughs from the whole class. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Laugh along">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/intro-literature.mp4">>I can't help but laugh along at the joke, despite it being at the expense of a friend. Eva notices this and frowns at me, before carrying on with the original conversation: <<s Eva>>Despite his good words and eloquent turn of phrase, the impact that his erroneous portrayal of the BDSM community cannot be denied. His work is admirable on a literary front, but on a humanitarian front he still has a lot to prove.<</s>> The professor can't help but smile for a bit, glad that <<light Eva>> was able to maintain her composure and keep at the task at hand. Yara's comment was too funny to ignore, honestly. <<link "Move along" "Fifty Shades of Black">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Defend Eva's submissiveness">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/intro-literature.mp4">><<s Author>>What's so wrong in being submissive?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you saying you're a submissive too, $name ?<</s>> I look at <<light Eva>>, staring back at me, unable to discern her emotions, and take the plunge. <<s Author>>Yes, I am, so what. Does it invalidate anyone's opinion what they are?<</s>> <<s professor>>Please, let's go back to the topic at hand and move away from this tangeant.<</s>> <<light Yara>> smirks at me still after my honest reveal, seemingly reading right through me. As I turn to look at <<light Eva>>, she gives me a compassionate smile. //Submissives unite!// I guess... <<link "Move along" "Fifty Shades of Black">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Eva is right">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/intro-literature.mp4">><<s Author>>The fact of the matter remains the same, one successful author who uses a certain aspect of human experience just for shock value and to bring in revenue is hardly enough representation. This is the same as having a queer character in modern TV, just to kill them off because they need the as plot device and not as a character of their own.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Exactly. Using the struggles of a certain marginalized group just for revenue is exactly what's wrong in all kinds of art, chief of all literature which is meant to be an image of society.<</s>> I can see the professor is impressed by our arguments as she takes a note on her files. <<light Yara>> even seems convinced by what we've said, which makes me happy. <<link "Move along" "Fifty Shades of Black">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Yara is right">><<add "Yara" 3>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/intro-literature.mp4">><<s Author>>I have to agree with Yara on this one.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That Eva is a submissive?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but also that representation, no matter how small, matters. So what if the spanking happens by hand or with a paddle? If someone would like to know more about the subject, they can do their own research. Literature has always been but a window, an artform like all others that uses aspects to paint a picture, and most often, artforms at their base lack the full picture because that's the subjectivity of them. Even sculpture lack the skin tone.<</s>> <<light Eva>> seems to be demotivated to take the topic further, preferring to remain silent. The professor notes my participation in class, which makes me happy. <<light Yara>> smiles at me, whispering to me without anyone to hear:<<s Yara>>good girl.<</s>> I hide my blushing face from her, but doubt she missed my rosy cheeks. <<link "Move along" "Fifty Shades of Black">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Mya>><</pic>> <<s Mya>>Shame that the movie didn't really show a lot of the true dynamics of BDSM, at least on that I can agree with Eva.<</s>> <<s Henry>>That's true, there's much more to it than they've shown.<</s>> It was odd to see these two together, <<light Mya>> and <<light Henry>>, engaged in the conversation they were in, but I was somewhat intrigued to listen to more. <<s Mya>>Yeah right, I'm sure someone like you would know all about that.<</s>> <<s Henry>>What do you mean? I'm a great dom.<</s>> He answered her without losing face. <<s Mya>>Oh darling... That movie really has got you deluded.<</s>> The man didn't care to continue to conversation - or argument - they were having. He simply smiled and walked away. <<s Mya>>Can you believe this guy?<</s>> She turned her attention to me. <<s Author>>Believe him in what?<</s>> <<s Mya>>He completely dismissed me as a domme. Rude!<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "I believe you are one">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I believe you are one.<</s>> I told the woman who'd all but proven herself as one of the heads of the cheer team. Her smile was wide, as she realized that I was buying into the persona she'd created for herself. <<s Mya>>Good to know you're smart enough to recognize it!<</s>> She commented. I felt happy to have given her the ego boost. It's not like she needed it, but it was nice to be the cause of it. If sucking up to her makes things better between us... I didn't see much wrong in it. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He acted like more of a dominant">><<add "Henry" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If I'm being honest, though, he did act like more of a dominant.<</s>> Her frown grew as she looked at me, before she softened. <<s Mya>>You're kind of right.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Mya>>It also helps that he looks a lot like the "master" in that movie.<</s>> <<s Author>>Right!?<</s>> I was glad I wasn't the only one that saw it. Or that could see how much aura that man held. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Fighting over it disavows both of you">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>A true domme doesn't need to claim it, she just is.<</s>> I answered the underlying question. <<s Author>>Fighting over it disavows both of you.<</s>> <<light Mya>> wanted to get mad at my answer for not fitting what she wanted to hear. But she realized that I spoke truth, as she backtracked from her position. <<s Mya>>Damnit you're kind of right.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>You also don't need to have all these tools to be a good domme.<</s>> I added. <<s Mya>>This is where we disagree!<</s>> The conversation didn't last much longer, a smile remaining on both our faces as we both saw more kinship within one another. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited() is 1>><<if $evaavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/arithmetics.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Simple Arithmetics</h3></center><<pickup $class "Simple Arithmetics" 1>> One plus one equals 2. Simple, straightforward. Then out of the blue we're talking about strings and parabolas and the weirdest shapes and forms, asking about exes without knowing why. I have no idea when we reached that point in my education but suddenly I am faced with the oddest of "numbers" if you could even call them that. <<pic Eva>><</pic>> After class ended, I was approached by <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>Hey friend. Do you have any idea what that was about?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly I have no idea, I wish I knew.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Good to hear I'm not the only one.<</s>> I find comfort in the fact that we're both on the same page. <<s Eva>>I sometimes wonder if it is easier to be less smart, you know...<</s>> <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I mean look at //Elsa//. She has no clue what's going on around her and yet is always happy. Don't you sometimes wish you were this... simple?<</s>> <div id="choices">I don't know whether I should <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Agree with her">><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You actually make a very valid point. It would be nice not to care for once...<</s>> <<s Eva>> I know right! People would attribute your misdeeds over your stupidity, not your character.<</s>> <<s Author>>Spoken like a true philosopher!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah, I'm too smart to play dumb.<</s>> <<link "Move along" "Simple Arithmetics">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> or <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Disagree with her">><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, I can't agree to that. We were blessed with brains to use them, not to place them as decoration.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah but sometimes it can get overbearing. I wish there was a way I could simply... I don't know... Shut it off for a while and just go for stuff.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know what you mean. I for one am happy that my brain is functional and well.<</s>> <<link "Move along" "Simple Arithmetics">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> or <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>moderation is key">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace"#choices">><<s Author>>You might have a point, but I personally like my thoughts and creative spirit.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not saying to become a completely vapid person, but like I don't know if I really want to care about hyperboles and all that useless mathematical nonesense.<</s>> <<s Author>>That I can agree with. There are times to be smart and there are times to not think. Math class is one of those times.<</s>> We both laugh at the joke as we walk down the school corridors. <<link "Move along" "Simple Arithmetics">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>.</div> <<else>><<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<s Angela>>Any idea what that class was about?<</s>> The head cheerleader approached me almost out of nowhere. We hadn't had an actual conversation - ever - and yet here she was asking a genuine question. <<s Author>>Honestly not much...<</s>> I spoke with honesty, <<s Author>>Though there is a thing I understood, about the whole infinity thing.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Taking stuff from infinity?<</s>> She asked, <<s Angela>>How doesn't it make one infinity bigger than the other?<</s>> The way this conversation was going was throwing me for a curve. I didn't expect this much openness in it, and I was expecting even less that she'd be so interested in the arithmetics of it all. <<s Author>>Even if it is smaller now, you need to understand that it's still infinite. At some point, it doesn't matter.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I think it does.<</s>> She said. <<s Angela>>Even if it is infinite, everyone knows that one is smaller than the other, so the argument doesn't make sense.<</s>> I thought of how to explain it to her, if I even cared. I thought of her and <<light Matthew>>, and the kind of relationship they had, as an example. But I also thought of something else. I knew the example I would give would either define her relationship with her partner, or with me... Though I wanted nothing to do with her, I also knew that this was a small nudge before she'd leave me alone. <div id='choices'><<link "Even if people take from Matthew, he's still going to be him on the long run.">><<add "Matthew" 1>><<less "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Take your boyfriend, for example.<</s>> I said, something that immediately had her raise her eyebrow. <<s Author>>Even if today he wasn't at his best, at the long run he'll still be the same Matthew. He'll still be infinite, and his ability to compete is not impacted.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>True... No matter how much I try to change him, he still ends up being the same as me, infinite.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>So whether he has the upper hand or you as any given point, at the end it all evens out.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>Though he often ends up on top...<</s>> She spoke with a whisper, barely perceptible. <<s Author>>Okay, TMI.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Angela>>Jealousy hurts, <<print $name>>. But thanks for answering me.<</s>> Was that... Gratefulness in her tone? //Maybe <<light Angela>> isn't so bad after all...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Even if people take from you, you're still going to be you on the long run.">><<add "Angela" 1>><<add "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Take you for example.<</s>> I said, something that immediately made her raise her eyebrow. <<s Author>>Even if today you weren't at your best, at the long run you'll still be the same Angela. You'll still be infinite, and your ability to compete is not impacted.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>True... No matter how much people try to change me, especially Matthew, I always end up being the same, infinite.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>So whether he has the upper hand or you as any given point, at the end it all evens out.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>Though I often ends up on top...<</s>> She spoke with a whisper, barely perceptible, a sly smile creeping on her face. <<s Author>>Okay, TMI.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Angela>>Jealousy hurts, <<print $name>>. But thanks for answering me.<</s>> Was that... Gratefulness in her tone? //Maybe <<light Angela>> isn't so bad after all...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 5>><<link "Even if people take from me, I'm still going to be me on the long run.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Take me for example.<</s>> I said, something that immediately made her raise her eyebrow. <<s Author>>Even if today I wasn't at my best, at the long run I'll still be the same. I'll still be infinite, and my ability to compete is not impacted.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>Okay I was not expecting that confidence from you, but it's very interested to see.<</s>> She said, now looking at me a bit differently. <<s Angela>>You're calling yourself infinite?<</s>> <<s Author>>We all are, Angela, and regardless of the minute details now, at the end it all evens out.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>Though some will always end up on top.<</s>> She spoke with a whisper, barely perceptible. <<s Author>>Naughty.<</s>> I commented before I could even stop myself, eliciting laughter from her. <<s Angela>>You know me!<</s>> She smiled, <<s Angela>>Thanks for answering me.<</s>> Was that... Gratefulness in her tone? //Maybe <<light Angela>> isn't so bad after all...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You and me, you become less." "Not dominant enough (5)">><</if>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<if $leoavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/theater.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Ancient Theater</h3></center><<pickup $class "Ancient Theater" 1>> <div id="continue">Literature class often has interesting topics that challenge your view of the world and yourself. This particular class was going in a certain direction, and seated next to <<light Leo>> I was receiving signs from him that were quite telling. As Mr. <<light Carter>>, theater professor at the school and "guest speaker" was giving his lecture about ancient Shakespeare traditions and customs, he broached an interesting subject. <<s Carter>>...Back then, males used to take all of the parts of the plays written by Shakespeare, even the female parts. Though we find it unusual now, in their times it was the norm to see such fluidity in the performances. The white male of that century accepted aspects that would make of him a better performer.<</s>> And then, looking at <<light Leo>>, he saw it fit to add: <<s Carter>>I can even see some of you here who would've been casted as females, with a bit of work.<</s>> I turned to look at my friend, obviously hurt by what was said. <<link "Move along">><<replace "#continue">>Walking out of class, I approach my friend to talk to him. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, is everything ok?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah yeah, all good. Apparently I am not man enough to act as a man.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wait, you want to become an actor?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Not really... I mean I don't know. Look it's just odd that he would say that you know...<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince him he meant nothing by it">><<add "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You know Mr. Carter and how he talks! Come on Leo he meant nothing by it!<</s>> <<s Leo>>And what if he did?<</s>> <<s Author>>Even if he did, are you going to let a theater teacher define who you are??<</s>> Leo seems to get along to my way of thinking. <<s Author>>Those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach, teach theater! Besides, it is never too late to change things you know...<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're right, $name . Thank you, really!<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, friend!<</s>> <<link "Move along" "Ancient Theater">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>So what if you were not the spitting image of masculinity?">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>So what if you were not the spitting image of masculinity? Not everyone needs to be buff and strong and masculine and dirty you know...<</s>> <<s Leo>>But I'm supposed to want it, no?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're supposed to want what you actually feel like wanting, not whatever they tell you to aspire to.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It is easier to follow what already is there honestly. But you do make a point, I don't know.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know I'm right.<</s>> Although tactless, my point of view was made to my friend. I just hope he listens to it and takes it to heart. <<link "Move along" "Ancient Theater">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>He has something special that he should benefit from.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/theater-femme.jpg">><<s Author>>It's a strength, Leo, being different.<</s>> <<s Leo>>A strength that leads to my ridicule?<</s>> <<s Author>>A strength that allows you to be seen, understood more deeply than others. I feel comfortable talking to you, not despite of your femininity, but because of it!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Wait, what?<</s>> <<s Author>>Besides, not any man would be able to take the female part, they had to be special in order to play these coveted parts! You are special, like these people, in a sense that you are defining who you are at every step of the way. People wish they had your ability!<</s>> <<s Leo>>You know what? You're right! Fuck Mr Carter!<</s>> His words grab the attention of one of the nearby students. Leo rushes to apologize. <<s Leo>>Sorry, I didn't...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay Leo, no one cares. Althought that wasn't very ladylike.<</s>> I smile at him. We both laugh at the joke. <<link "Move along" "Ancient Theater">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pic Angela>><</pic>> Unexpectedly, <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>> were engaged in a heated conversation in the corridor. <<s Matthew>>She killed herself first for him, and then he did it.<</s>> He said. <<s Angela>>You gotta read the freakin text, dumbo. And this is neither here nor there.<</s>> She was agitated, <<s Angela>>It's about who was more into the other.<</s>> I was interested in what was happening, the conversation too heated to only be about whatever literature they were discussing. <<s Matthew>>Fucking...<</s>> He really was angry, his fzce almost turning red at that point. <<s Matthew>>Maybe the nerd can answer it, then.<</s>> He turned towards me. <<s Author>>Hey...<</s>> <<s Angela>>She's not a nerd... But I trust her opinion.<</s>> //<<light Angela>> standing up for me?// From the way she looked at me, though, I could feel it was all a ploy to get me to her side. //That tracks...// <<s Angela>><<print $name>>... Who was more in love with the other, who was more worthy of suicide between the two, Romeo?<</s>> She pointed at <<light Matthew>>, <<s Angela>>Or Juliet?<</s>> She pointed at herself. //Well that was real subtle.// Could I say neither of them? <div id='choices'><<link "Romeo was worth it">><<less "dynamics" 1>><<add "Matthew" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think Romeo was worth it.<</s>> I said, immediately gaining a big <<s Matthew>>HAH!<</s>> from the man standing there. <<s Author>>He was the one to make the first move, the one with true status.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>The one to set it all in motion.<</s>> <<light Angela>> was frustrated that I hadn't joined her side, but the laugh that <<light Matthew>> was giving was distracting her. <<s Angela>>Oh shut up asshole.<</s>> She said, chuckling a bit, taking it light. <<s Matthew>>Thanks, nerdy <<print $name>>. You're not so bad after all!<</s>> //Why did his compliment - if it even was that - feel so good?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Juliet was worth it">><<add "dynamics" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Juliet was worth it.<</s>> I said, immediately gaining a chirpy excited gasp from <<light Angela>>. <<s Author>>Romeo went to lengths to get to her, when all she had to do was lure him to her balcony.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>She was in control every step of the way.<</s>> <<light Angela>>'s smile was wide, feeling like the story was representing her... //And maybe it did, in some way.// <<s Matthew>>Okay, okay... He does have the status, but she does have his heart.<</s>> He tried to be romantic about it, and it somehow worked for him. <<s Angela>>Yes she does.<</s>> <<light Angela>> gave him the naughtiest look before turning to me. <<s Angela>>Thanks, <<print $name>>. You're not so bad after all!<</s>> //Why did her compliment - if it even was that - feel so good?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No one's ever worth it">><<add "Angela" 1>><<add "Matthew" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//Why wouldn't I?// I looked back and forth between them, building up anticipation and letting them hang onto whatever I would say next. <<s Author>>None of them is worth it.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>No one is worthy of suicide.<</s>> They were both surprised at my statement, in part because it didn't help either of their arguments. <<s Author>>You do realize how this entire story romanticizes dangerous love.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>If you're ever in such a relationship... You gotta find your way out!<</s>> They both were intrigued by my answer, falling into a silence as I took my leave. And I could feel their eyes following me as I walked away, all wind taken from both their sails as their argument fizzled out. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/chemistry.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Basic Chemistry</h3></center><<pickup $class "Basic Chemistry" 1>> <<if visited() is 1>><<s professor>>Please don't go around touching objects and substances that you shouldn't. We are in the lab and we should act accordingly.<</s>> The professor was stern, monotone in her voice but precise about what she was saying. Here we were, at the school's lab, for our chemistry class, about to discover the properties of water! And it was honestly exciting, had we been given free reign to do our own experiments. We had to just watch our professor do her tricks for the whole class as we watched along and observed the right way to do things since we "couldn't be trusted" with the equipment for our first time there. It was therefore less than ideal as the professor droned on about what she was doing and the variations of decanters and the effects they would have on the substances inside. <<s professor>><<print $name>> will you come join me for this exercise?<</s>> She called out to me, out of all the students in the class. I walked over next to her in my lab coat, hoping to secure a bump to my grade. <<s professor>>You'll be taking care of the heat, making sure that this substance doesn't go beyond the number you have in front of you, as I explain the specifics of what is going on. Just make sure that it never goes above this number but is as close to it as it can be.<</s>> She had given me my task, and hand on the lever I was about to fulfill it, when I noticed that I will have to either concentrate on the temperature or on her speech. <div id="choices"><<if $smarts lte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Why bother, let's daydream">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not finding the attraction of having to concentrate on either of these two honestly boring options, I decided to watch the flame I was taking care of, see how it swung back and forth and brought with it a beautiful heat that shifted colors with its intensity. //Woah! It turns blue when it's warmer!// Allowing myself the distraction, I zoned out the voice of my professor explaining whatever it was that she was explaining, a hazy fume filling my mind. Fume... <<s professor>><<print $name>>! You stupid girl look what you've done!<</s>> The voice coupled with a sharp tug at my shoulder broke me out of my daydream,, as I notice the added heat had turned the substance into vapor, an unfortunate incident. <<s Author>>Sorry.<</s>> I say halfheartedly, bored beyond words. <<link "Leave Class" "Basic Chemistry Mya">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Why bother, let's daydream" "I'm too smart for this.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Concentrate on the temperature">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Removing the professor's sound from my mind, I concentrated entirely on the flame flickering in front of me, observing it closely and doing my best to make sure that the temperature it cause didn't allow the substance to go overboard. I was vigilant, concentrated and careful, as I watched the flames flicker and changed its intensity and color to match my requirements. The hazy noise in the background did nothing to divert my attention from my task, and I only noticed it had ended when a hand was placed on my shoulder. <<s professor>>Good job, <<print $name>>.<</s>> the professor said as she took over, noticing my digilent work. //I did well. I wonder what that was for though, this class makes no sense!// <<link "Leave Class" "Basic Chemistry Mya">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Concentrate on the explanation">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The dilemma had no solution, and I preferred to understand the lesson rather than do some menial task who wouldn't get me anywhere. And so, I diregarded my task and left the flames at a relatively low temperature to listen to what the professor was saying. <<s professor>>And so that substance is used in multiple different places in the household, a true glue that allows for multiple functions.<</s>> <<light Eva>> raised her hand. <<s Eva>>Professor, how do people use it?<</s>> <<s professor>>Well, as you'd have learned so far with class, every substance has a temperature threshold. If this substance grows hot, it creates a toxic fume.<</s>> She smiled. <<s professor>>And if it grows too cold, it will coagulate and become a hard substance that cannot be broken apart. That is why the mix is created on the spot, warm, and applied to the area-<</s>> I quickly snapped my eyes towards the heat I was supposed to be providing. As explained, the substance had grown cold and solid. //Shit.// <<s professor>>I should've known not to trust you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The professor interjected as she noticed my mistake. //That's gonna cost me my grade, but at least now I know what that does, right?// <<link "Leave Class" "Basic Chemistry Mya">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<if $evaavoid is true or $yaraavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>>We were at the lab once more, deep in an experimentation, mixing chemical components and seeing how they would react to one another. The professor had separated us into pairs, and I had been thankfully paired with my good friend <<light Eva>>. <<s Author>>So, ready to see how these will react to one another?<</s>> I asked, eagerly. <<s Eva>>This is quite meaningless. We already know what's going to happen. We studied it, remember?<</s>> Obviously, <<light Eva>> was referring to a lesson that was given a few weeks ago regarding the acidity of elements. She wasn't as impressed by the lesson. On a table nearby, <<light Yara>> was paired with <<light Jerome>>. An unusual coupling, sure, but equally leveled when it came to chemistry. And they had minimal chemistry too. <<s Yara>>That's not what you're supposed to do!<</s>> My friend's voice was raising in the face of the dominant man, a true test of wills between them two. <<s Jerome>>What the fuck are you on about?<</s>> He shot back, making sure that the teacher was elsewhere in class, distracted by other students. <<s Jerome>>We need to mix these two together to know what level of acidity they are in.<</s>> Obviously, there was a misunderstanding, as I turned to look at what was happening. <<light Jerome>>, mistakingly, had decided to mix the two chemical components to be tested with one another, creating a true foaming mess in their solutions. <<s Yara>>No. Look at what you did. There is no way our papers will be able to translate the issue well.<</s>> Their fighting was growing, as I turned to look at <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>Should we help them?<</s>> <<s Author>>Wouldn't this affect our grade?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Eva>>Not if we make sure not to be caught.<</s>> She pointed out, looking at me intently. Was I willing to risk it to help these two? And who should be the one to distract the teacher? I knew whoever stayed behind would have to deal with their fighting too... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I help them, Eva distracts">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I made my decision. <<s Author>>Go ahead and distract her. I'm on it.<</s>> I told my friend, ushering her along as i approached the other two. <<s Yara>>What are we supposed to do now. You've ruined it.<</s>> I shushed her. <<s Author>>Lower your voice. I'm here to help.<</s>> I announced, putting my hands on the substances immediately and emptying them in the nearby drain. <<s Yara>>What are you doing?<</s>> She was livid. <<s Author>>I'll give you some of ours. Relax. Come.<</s>> I ushered them along as I witnessed <<light Eva>> talking to the professor about nonesense, and her hopes for the future, and wanting to continue higher education in that domain... She was obviously lying, but the professor didn't catch on, eager to share about her own experience in the field. <<s Jerome>>Thanks for the help, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My male friend spoke with appreciation. <<s Author>>Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?<</s>> I spoke in hushed whispers. <<light Yara>> wasn't as calm. <<s Yara>>You're lucky <<print $name>> is here I swear.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> frustratingly looked at my friend. I didn't know if it was my place to interject. Maybe this was an opportunity to influence <<light Yara>> for the better? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Reprimand her for the way she's speaking">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "YaraChemReprimand" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Hey Yara calm it, will you?<</s>> I interjected, standing up to a grateful <<light Jerome>>. <<light Yara>> took offense at that. <<s Yara>>Seriously, you're taking his side?<</s>> <<s Author>>People make mistakes, it's okay. At least he's trying and making up for it, no?<</s>> I said, pointing out how he was aiding in what I was doing. <<s Jerome>>Minimum I could do.<</s>> He sounded apologetic, but I knew he was leaving the fight to me. I was closer to <<light Yara>>, I could exhibit a larger influence on her. <<s Yara>>But-<</s>> <<s Author>>No buts. Before you're quick to judgement, maybe you should put on people's shoes for a while.<</s>> I pointed out, before elaborating: <<s Author>>Jerome did nothing too wrong. You're just more frustrated because he's a man.<</s>> I decided to push her further, seeing her weakened position. She was vulnerable to my advances. <<s Yara>>You...<</s>> She wasn't sure what to say. I looked at her pointedly. She cracked. <<s Yara>>You're right. I'm sorry Jerome.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> smiled at this development, getting closer to my friend. <<s Jerome>>All is forgiven. Let's hug it out.<</s>> He said, opening up his arms to take her in. <<light Yara>> hesitated for a moment before leaning into his space, his hands wrapping around her as she looked at me from behind his hulking mass. <<light Yara>>'s eyes opened up with a weird apprehension at what was happening. I kept a strong face as I saw her slowly calm in the hands of the strong figure that held her. There was a sense of resignation to her, one that I rarely saw, and yet one that <<light Jerome>> expertly brought out. Seeing <<light Yara>> in such a state was intriguing... Did it make me happy somehow? Did it turn me on? I didn't know, but was willing to explore these possibilities even more. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>She's right. Jerome messed up">><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't help but feel that my female friend was right in her reprimandations of our friend. I decided to share my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>The directions are pretty clear, Jerome.<</s>> I interjected, giving my two cents on the subject. <<light Yara>> immediately took it upon herself to further attack him. <<s Yara>>See?<</s>> She felt validated in her reproach. <<s Jerome>>Okay, okay, let's calm down. Shit happens.<</s>> He was getting frustrated by our attacks, not willing to take it lying down. <<s Yara>>Thanks.<</s>> She told me in a whisper, her hand hooking my waist as she approached me. I felt myself weak in the knees as I took in her physical contact, glad I was able to help her in her position and further validated with the work I was doing for them. <<light Jerome>> frustratingly kept his distance as my hand got even closer to me. <<s Yara>>You should've been my partner.<</s>> She said, almost a whisper in my ear. I looked at her. <<s Yara>>My class partner.<</s>> She smiled her sweet, naughty little smiles, as I found myself turning back towards the solution I was creating, not wanting to get distracted by her lips... I felt the heat rise in me as I tried distracting myself from what was happening right on my midsection, her roaming hand discovering further than it usually would. My eyes drifted as I looked at <<light Eva>> giving a fake laugh at something the professor said, then looking at me with eyes that implored me to go faster. She was taking the heat of this interaction, yet I probably was feeling hottest at the moment... Solution finished, I presented <<light Yara>> with the outcome. Her smile grew wide. <<s Yara>>Thank you.<</s>> My friend said aloud, before adding in a whisper:<<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> I found myself blush at that as they both headed back to their desk. //Mission success!// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Not my place to interject.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Why bother myself to interject in their arguments. Mistakes happen, and people get emotional about them. I decided to ignore their bickering as I did the experiment for them, making quick work of the whole thing and presenting them with the result. <<s Author>>There you go.<</s>> I offered them part of the solution in their own container, ushering them along to their own table. Their arguments remained even after my solution was presented to them. At least I did a good deed, right? <<light Eva>> eventually released the teacher from her distraction, and headed back towards me. //Mission success.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Makes Eva more submissive and less smart">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Eva helps them, I distract">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I nodded at my friend, understanding what needed to be done to offer our friends aid, as I headed towards our teacher on the other side of the laboratory. <<light Eva>> was quick on her feet to go and help our friends with their own project as I got closer to my mark. <<s Author>>Hey miss... I don't feel so well...<</s>> I spoke with a heaving breath, trying to catch her attention and distract her from her current task. <<s professor>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> I gave a fake moan. <<s Author>>I'm not so sure... The smoke from the acid... It...<</s>> I allowed my legs to give off from underneath me, as the teacher rushed to catch me. I steadied my step. From the corner of my eye, I could see <<light Eva>> resolving the issue at hand. She still needed more time. <<s Author>>I don't feel so good.<</s>> I spoke in slurred words. The worry on the teacher's face was immense, I almost felt bad for her. <<s professor>>I told you all not to smell anything or touch anything. Where's your mask?<</s>> Her frustration was clear as she took me towards a chair to have me sit on it. <<s Author>>I had my mask on.<</s>> I continued with the ruse as I made sure she had her back turned to our friends. <<s professor>>Oh my. The reaction might have been too strong with you.<</s>> She furrowed her brows. <<s professor>>Wait here.<</s>> She turned to head towards the closet near my friends. They were about to get caught. <<s Author>>No wait.<</s>> I called out to her, grabbing her arm to keep her eyes on me. I looked at them. <<light Eva>> had accomplished her mission. <<s Author>>I'm actually feeling better now, thanks.<</s>> I immediately stood with all my energy, heading back towards my desk and smiling at <<light Eva>> on my way. //Mission success.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Makes Eva smarter and I can't influence my friends">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>No need to help them. Our grade's what's important.">><<add "grade" 2>><<less "Eva" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I honestly didn't feel like risking my own grade to help my friends. They made their bed, let them lie in it. <<s Author>>Do we really need to help them? They're both overbearing...<</s>> I spoke with a decent level of disdain to the idea. <<light Eva>> was quick to pick up on it and acquiese. <<s Eva>>You're right. Better secure our grade, right?<</s>> Somewhere behind her eyes though, I saw judgement over my decision not to offer aid to our friends. It didn't bother me much as I saw my grade jump two points after that class. //You win some and then you lose some.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>No more content for this update, sorry! <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pic Mya>><</pic>> <<s Mya>>Hey there airhead!<</s>> <<light Mya>> mocked me as she approached, in what I hoped was a friendly manner. <<s Author>>Hey that's not nice to say!<</s>> <<s Mya>>Come on, after the face you made in class it's only fair!<</s>> She teased, <<s Mya>>To be honest I'd rather you than Eva at this point, but we both know I'd be the best choice out there.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hold on, why are you so keen on helping in this chemistry class?<</s>> I asked. She stopped, and thought for a moment about my question. <<s Mya>>I... I don't know actually. It's nothing that I care about.<</s>> She admitted. I simply smiled, waiting for her. <<s Mya>>In all honesty, this whole thing is only to get an admission, or reaction out of you.<</s>> She admitted. A clear play, and honest admission. Maybe it should be met with honesty of my own. <div id='choices'><<link "You are the best option, everyone knows it.">><<add 'worship' 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You don't need my admission.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You are the best option, and everyone knows it.<</s>> I let go of my ego to praise the woman who I'd been growing to admire more and more recently. <<s Mya>>You really think so, huh!<</s>> She was equally surprised and happy with my admission. <<s Author>>Honesty begets honesty.<</s>> I answered her. <<s Mya>>Good girl.<</s>> //Being called that by her... Feels good...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This desperation to prove yourself kind of does the opposite for your case.">><<less "worship" 1>><<less "Mya" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, this desperation to prove yourself kind of does the opposite for your case.<</s>> I spoke honesty, and she was stunned by it. <<s Mya>>Damn. That hurt.<</s>> <<s Author>>I might be an airhead,<</s>> I said using her words, <<s Author>>but at least I'm a confident one.<</s>> She was still fuming a bit - though also with eyes hiding admiration - when I walked away from the conversation, and towards my next thing for the day. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't care about these useless dynamics. A grade is a grade.">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If I'm honest, I don't care about percetion, or useless dynamics.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>A grade is a grade, and that's all that matters.<</s>> <<s Mya>>You might be a nerd, but I appreciate how you're always honest, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said, actually showing true care in her tone. I appreciated the open conversation myself. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/black-history.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Black History</h3></center><<pickup $class "Black History" 1>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>It was February, and other than Valentine, that also meant that it was black history month, which further meant that our history classes were dealing with the topic almost exclusively. <<s professor>>We should learn from our ancestors and from their mistakes, to move forward in a better world.<</s>> The class was quite boring, the usual preach and speech being given with the express goal of having us understand the gravity of what had happened in the past, droning on about the effects of slavery on the economy of the world and how the white man benefited from this outdated practice. <<s Julio>>The effects of it still live to this day, we're not out of its negative impacts on society.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was particularly active in the session, voicing his point of view regarding the post-slavery repercussions of the practice. <<s Julio>>Most CEO are white men, who hire black men at the lower echelons of the company to do the menial tasks, for little to no pay, all for the profits to go back to the white man's pocket and for him to yet again grow his wealth at the backs of these "lesser men".<</s>> He continued, the professor unable to halt his speech. <<s professor>>We have moved beyond this colonial world, and we're now embracing a more equal, egalitarian approach. This whole slavery thing, as the name of the class suggests, is a thing of history. It is outdated.<</s>> The professor countered, keen on denying the facts presented by <<light Julio>>. This would not be the end of it I am sure. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>This was the second time the professor thought it adequate to talk about black history, despite him being white and woefully uneducated on the topic. <<light Julio>> was not going to let it slide, as he raised his hand. <<s Julio>>Sir? May I introduce a presentation I have prepared just for this class? I'm excited to be sharing this with the class...<</s>> His request startled the professor, who after studying the situation, found it better to cave and give the handsome lad the room to speak. <<s Julio>>We've long been told that it is only through the actions of Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks that the world was finally rid of slavery, of systematic oppression and inequality. Yet their actions only brought along a new wave of racism and subjugation, caused by the accompanying capitalist change.<</s>> He started his speech, immediately receiving a scowl from the silent professor. <<s Julio>>You further notice that the white man and his history books glorify peaceful protests, they glorify the "Dream" that us black people had to be free, they glorify a soft "No" to give away their bus seat to another. Yet they adequately forget the years of oppression, the years of fighting and arguments and protests and shouts and screams that gave the room for a dreamy speech or paved the way for a blatant denial. Through the optics of their media control, the white man chooses what story makes it out and what doesn't, and maintains the control over the masses, a true propaganda machine that reshapes history as it continues, and repeats itself time and time again. Fear of black people is concealed by Islamophobia, which will later be concealed with another form of oppression that will always aim to put another down and rise the white man above all else.<</s>> The professor was getting exasperated with the whole speech, wanting to put a halt to it. <<s professor>>Okay, Julio, you're just talking nonsense.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Facts.<</s>> He proclaimed, showing a slide he had prepared. <<s Julio>>Black history month began in 1926. It was only after 50 years that a president, President Gerald Ford, recognized it. After 45 presidents across the many years of its existence, it's only recently that the United States was able to break the glass ceiling and elect a black president in Barack Obama. The 13th Amendment, which abolished slavery, was put into law in 1865. I Have a Dream was preached almost 100 years later in 1963. The South African Apartheid only ended in the early 90s. That's 1990s. Facts will always speak louder than words. That's why your speeches will never the desired effect of white-washing our black history month, good sir.<</s>> The cheers and applause from his fellow classmates drowned the attempts of the professor to argue his case. <<light Julio>> basked in the glory of this small victory. <div id='choices'><<link "I'm happy for him">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "Henry" 3>><<pickup $class "BH Support" 1>><<replace "#choices">> I knew the professor would have something big planned for the next session. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This is such a loss of time!">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<add "Henry" 3>><<pickup $class "BH Opposing" 1>><<replace "#choices">> I knew the professor would have something big planned for the next session. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>History class again, this time with a twist that did not fit the whole month thing that the professor initially had in mind. <<s professor>>The cold war was a period of time in which the USA and the USSR faced off on the world scene, trying to find the superior political fabric of our world.<</s>> Everyone was confused as to the meaning of the lecture, uncertain as to why he'd change tacts halfway through his chapter on Black History Month. <<s Samuel>>Sir is there a reason why we're not continuing with Black History Month? Wasn't this your whole strategy all along?<</s>> The professor looked at <<light Samuel>>, who asked the question, before turning to point at <<light Julio>>. <<s professor>>You'll have this guy to blame. His insistence on the white man not appropriating your problems made me realize that what I was doing was wrong. If I should not teach you about it because of my race, then I wouldn't.<</s>> He explained, an evil twist to the whole situation that truly would infuriate, had it not received the snickers of a few of our classmates. <<s Julio>>That's the thing you learned from that confrontation?<</s>> My friend was incredulous at the twist, vocal. <<s professor>>If you have a problem with it, you can bring it up with the principal. Until then, we're talking about Gorbatchev.<</s>> <<light Julio>> sprung to his feet and dashed out of the classroom, looking to do exactly what the professor suggested. Who knows what might happen next... Next to me, <<light Henry>> was smiling at the development. //He definitely had something to do with it.// <<if $class.has("BH Opposing")>><<link "Talk to Henry" "BH Henry">><<pickup $class "BH HenryTalk" 1>><<set $randommessage to 2>><</link>><<else>><<link "Leave Class" "School">><<set $randommessage to 2>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<if $blackonly.has('slaveforaday')>>When <<light Julio>> reached out to me by message after last history class, his request was an odd, out there, request that was sure to get people in hot water. And I liked the warmth promised, so I agreed with his suggestion, looking forward to a heavy session where we'd really stick it to the professor. The entire logic of the premise still eluded me, but I felt compelled to follow along and do what I had promised, dressing up in the oddest of slave clothing one might ever see. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' height='500em' position='center'> <<light Julio>> had repurposed the costume, giving it an elegant yet submissive appearance, and I was looking smoking hot in it. There was something undeniably attractive to be playing that part as I walked across the corridor up to the class in it, earning me a few stares and turned heads. I made my way into class in my skimpy outfit, the professor already having positioned himself and ready to give his lecture. <<light Julio>>, seeing me appear as promised in the costume, had a huge smile on his face, and unlike the predatory stares of the other students who were eating my body up, he showed gratefulness. His facial expression shifted as he signaled for me to approach him, wanting to make his statement in front of a stunned professor. I walked over to him, wanting to see where this would go, before I heard the professor clear his voice. <<s professor>>Miss <<print $name>>, you're finally here. Please take your seat so we can continue with the lesson. We'll talk about your attire later.<</s>> His stern command shook me as I stopped in my tracks. I had a huge decision to take, one that would either help <<light Julio>> with his statement or save my academic standing somehow.I had already put on the costume so I was already in trouble. It was only a question of what kind of trouble I'd be expecting. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Listen to the professor's request">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'disppointingslave' 1>><<replace "#choices">>Something inside of me fought against it. I was trying to make the best of the situation I had, and despite not wanting to disappoint my friends, I had noticed how wrong I was to get myself to where I was. This statement would definitely cost me a lot, and I couldn't afford that. I had to change tactics. Listening to the professor's request, I turned and made my way to my desk, earning me the glares of most of the class. They were expecting me to go through with this, and now I've let them down even more. There was an undeniable shame in all of it, and I couldn't bear it as my cheeks turned crimson. The feeling stayed with me as the humiliation rose with every minute spent learning about the greatness of capitalism as the professor continued with his great speech about the cold war. I turned to look at <<light Julio>>, whose stare bore into my soul. There was no denying that he hated me at that moment, and I didn't know how to really deal with it. I tried to keep my cool and ran away to switch my clothes after that class. //Never again.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Follow through and stand next to Julio">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 2>><<pickup $blackonly 'goodslave' 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was a message that needed to be shared, a voice that needed to be heard, and I needed to make sure that this was done. Continuing on my way to <<light Julio>>'s desk, I stood next to him as silently commanded, earning me a verbal rundown by the professor. <<s professor>>What is the meaning of this nonsense, young lady? Have you no shame?<</s>> I looked at him with a small smirk. <<s professor>>What kind of sick roleplay is this? Slave to this person? Is this some kind of stupid, perverted game?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Is there anything wrong with it, sir?<</s>> <<s professor>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this academic setting.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was on a roll, and I watched as he spoke. <<s Julio>>Yet it was acceptable years ago, when it was black people who were tied to the leash. This is not about history. This is about fact. You find it repulsive to have this kind of portrayal in your class yet it is fine when it's pictures of slaves being carded away in your history books, why is that?<</s>> The professor stuttered. <<s professor>>That was different, these people were actual slaves who put themselves there.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Put themselves there? By being caught and subdued in Africa to be traded for spices elsewhere? That's how they put themselves away? Don't you remember your lesson and the trade triangle?<</s>> <<s professor>>It's not the same.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was attacking, and it was glorious to see. <<s Julio>>Unlike this non consensual slave trade that would put our ancestors in unadultured servitude, <<print $name>> here consented to everything that was presented to her. Isn't that right, slave?<</s>> He turned to look at me, giving me the hammer to secure the last nail in the coffin. <<s Author>>That's true. History repeats itself, professor, simply because you didn't teach about its dangers.<</s>> I enunciated, driving the point home. The hollers and whoops put the session to an early end, as the professor lost control of the class and dismissed everyone. This was a success, I'd say. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go and kneel next to my master">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'greatslave' 1>><<replace "#choices">>It wasn't enough to simply listen to my friend and stand next to him. I needed to truly show subservience and follow his command as a slave would their master. Continuing on my way to my master, I took my rightful place on my knees next to him, looking to the ground and earning me a verbal rundown by the professor. <<s professor>>What is the meaning of this nonsense, young lady? Have you no shame?<</s>> I did not look up to him, as it was not my place to do so just yet. <<s professor>>What kind of sick roleplay is this? Slave to this person? Is this some kind of stupid, perverted game?<</s>> he fumed, stomping his foot like a child who didn't get his way. I could hear snickers from my classmates. <<s Julio>>Is there anything wrong with it, sir?<</s>> <<s professor>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this academic setting.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was on a roll, and I listened as he spoke, watching the dirtied shoes my professor was wearing. <<s Julio>>Yet it was acceptable years ago, when it was black people who were tied to the leash. This is not about history. This is about fact. You find it repulsive to have this kind of portrayal in your class yet it is fine when it's pictures of slaves being carded away in your history books, why is that?<</s>> The professor stuttered. <<s professor>>That was different, these people were actual slaves who put themselves there.<</s>> He was losing ground, as I allowed myself to slightly look up, my eyes catching <<light Yara>>'s, who was smirking at me. She liked what she was seeing, and I could feel a blush rising to my face and a heat in my loins. <<s Julio>>Put themselves there? By being caught and subdued in Africa to be traded for spices elsewhere? That's how they put themselves away? Don't you remember your lesson and the trade triangle?<</s>> <<s professor>>It's not the same.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was attacking, and it was glorious to see. I had given him the room to really elaborate on his vision. <<s Julio>>Unlike this non consensual slave trade that would put our ancestors in unadultured servitude, <<print $name>> here consented to everything that was presented to her. Isn't that right, slave?<</s>> He turned to look at me, giving me the hammer to secure the last nail in the coffin. <<s Author>>That's right master.<</s>> I spoke in a clear, submissive manner, eliciting a few gasps of appreciation, my eyes still driven to the front in obedience. <<s Julio>>History repeats itself, professor, simply because you didn't teach about its dangers.<</s>> He enunciated, driving the point home. The hollers and whoops put the session to an early end, as the professor lost control of the class and dismissed everyone. This was a success, I'd say. <<s Julio>>Good slave.<</s>> Were <<light Julio>>'s last words to me, before allowing me to leave and change my clothes. //The thrill is immense, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to wear these clothes again!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Go and kneel next to my master" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $class.has("BH Spy")>><<less "bbcworld" 5>><<add "Henry" 5>><<less "goodevil" 3>><<add "grade" 3>><<light Henry>> stood in front of the class this time around. And while <<light Elio>> was seated, in eager anticipation, the professor had given the space to the white man to speak, straight in the middle of their "Black History Month". <<s Henry>>That's how the gangs of New York, and their rampant corruption and devaluation of American society, led to the creation of armed forces to keep the peace internally.<</s>> He was explaining about the importance of cops, dressed to the nines as only an accomplished person could. <<s Henry>>From chaos, corruption, ghettos and evil societical norms, we surely, under the rule of law, reached a more complete, more correct and true society, growing from the shackles of our past to an organized society.<</s>> <<light Julio>> constantly looked at the door, waiting for <<light Jasmin>> to appear in her slave uniform. This would not happen anytime today, as <<light Henry>> had informed the professor of the plan I'd uncovered, who in turn shared the news with the principal. Ms. <<light Priscilla>> would then intercept my scantily clad friend before her arrival to class, the rule of law taking precedent to whatever twisted message <<light Julio>> wanted to share in class. <<s Henry>>People will want you to believe that equality is what brought prosperity to our nation, but I reveal to you the truth that the systems that they intend to break down are built on true equality, where communities have their rightful place, where the law ensures that they are adequately punished for their evil actions.<</s>> My white friend was speaking passionately, excitedly ending the fight that <<light Julio>> had started, and effectively winning the competition. <<s Henry>>The established system serves all, if everyone knows their place in society. Anyone claiming otherwise can only be met with the full blunt of the force, at the hands of our biggest patriots, our cops.<</s>> //<<light Julio>> should learn not to cross this better man from now on.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<else>>I remembered <<light Julio>>'s request a few days back when he wanted to drive a point home in the upcoming history class. That was why I was weirded out to see that the class was going on as normal, no changes with what was happening and the professor dorning on about the cold war and its effects on global economy, and how capitalism was- <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' height='500em' position='center'> Walking into class late in a skimpy slave costume, <<light Jasmin>> looked absolutely stunning, as she made her way in to kneel next to <<light Julio>>, her boyfriend or situationship or whatever it needs to be called, <<light Jerome>>, smiling along. <<s professor>>What kind of sick roleplay is this? Slave to this person? Is this some kind of stupid, perverted game?<</s>> he fumed, stomping his foot like a child who didn't get his way. Laughter rose from my classmates. <<s Julio>>Is there anything wrong with it, sir?<</s>> <<s professor>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this academic setting.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was on a roll, and I listened as he spoke. <<light Henry>>, in class, was also listening, shaking in his chair, clearly having wanted to stop this kind of speech but unable to anymore. <<s Julio>>Yet it was acceptable years ago, when it was black people who were tied to the leash. This is not about history. This is about fact. You find it repulsive to have this kind of portrayal in your class yet it is fine when it's pictures of slaves being carded away in your history books, why is that?<</s>> The professor stuttered. <<s professor>>That was different, these people were actual slaves who put themselves there.<</s>> He was losing ground, as my eyes caught <<light Jasmin>>'s. There was a haziness there that told me she was not entirely present, a beautiful freedom it seemed. <<s Julio>>Put themselves there? By being caught and subdued in Africa to be traded for spices elsewhere? That's how they put themselves away? Don't you remember your lesson and the trade triangle?<</s>> <<s Henry>>It's not the same!<</s>> <<light Henry>>, seated, tried regaining some sense of control. Unfortunately for him, <<light Julio>> was attacking, and it was glorious to see. <<light Jasmin>> looked particularly adorable next to him. <<s Julio>>Unlike this non consensual slave trade that would put our ancestors in unadultured servitude, Jasmin here consented to everything that was presented to her. Isn't that right, slave?<</s>> He turned to look at his slave, who spoke up almost immediately. <<s Jasmin>>That's right master.<</s>> She spoke in a clear, submissive manner, eliciting a few gasps of appreciation, her eyes still driven to the front in obedience. <<s Julio>>History repeats itself, professor, simply because you didn't teach about its dangers.<</s>> He enunciated, driving the point home. The hollers and whoops put the session to an early end, as the professor lost control of the class and dismissed everyone. This was a success for them, I'd say. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</if>>

<img src='images/classes/bhm-announcement.jpg' width='100%' title='BHM Poster'> <<light Julio>> has been really passionate about this subject. I'm interested to see where things will go from here!

<<pic Henry>><</pic>> <<s Author>>You had something to do with this, didn't you?<</s>> I asked <<light Henry>> as I approached him after class. <<s Henry>>The professor and I see eye to eye on the subject, and I may have pushed him in the right direction.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Interesting.<</s>> I spoke truth. <<s Henry>>You were equally dissatisfied last time, I could see it.<</s>> He mentioned, <<s Henry>>How do you feel now?<</s>> <<s Author>>Better, actually.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>It feels satisfying to not have to worry about this woke stuff.<</s>> He nodded, happy to see my acquiescence. <<s Henry>>I'm sure this won't be the end of it.<</s>> He mentioned, <<s Henry>>I wish I could listen in on him somehow.<</s>> <<s Author>>I have a feeling we'll find out more soon.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Promise me something?<</s>> He asked last, as I turned to leave. I listened to his request. <<s Henry>>If he lets slip of anything, you let me know? That way I can counteract?<</s>> Stopping stupid and needless woke activism needs organized sabotage. I nodded my agreement. //<<s Henry>>Thanks. You're a true patriot.<</s>>// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Expressive Dancing</h3></center><<pickup $class "Expressive Dancing" 1>> Our dance professor had received the news of our involvement in a music video project for the month, and had decided to implement that into the overall delivery of today's class. Choosing to separate us into the groups that were working on the songs together, he then told us we had till the end of the class to come up with a performance based on the type of song we were thinking of, and if our song was ready on the song itself. <div id="continue"><<if $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<link "Join Eric and Samuel">><<replace "#continue">> I joined my friends <<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>> in preparation for our performance, eager to present a beautiful interpretation to the song we had chosen for ourselves. <<if $musicchoice is 3>><<s Samuel>>See, we made the right choice with a commercial song. Finding the right moves is going to be so easy now. <<print $name>>, shake that ass!<</s>> <<s Eric>>You're right I guess, but we can still do something artistic...<</s>> Ever the middle ground, I intervened. <<s Author>>Let's get to work you two.<</s>> <<elseif $musicchoice is 4>><<s Samuel>>That's why we should have gone for a more commercial approach.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> wasn't wrong with his statement, reminding us of his alternative idea to the whole project. <<s Eric>>We can still create something nice, I'm sure of it.<</s>> Not willing to lose any valuable time, I joined <<light Eric>> in moving us forward: <<s Author>>Let's get to work.<</s>><</if>> There were good moves, and there were bad moves, and neither of us really knew what we were doing. We needed help. <<s Eric>>We need research!<</s>> My white friend proposed, struggling to find a way to move forward. <<light Samuel>> jumped to the occasion. <<s Samuel>>Alright, I can do that.<</s>> His mischievous smile did not hide his intentions. I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"> <<if $cuck gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Ask Eric to do his research, distract Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eric do you research, I'll distract the big guy.<</s>> I whispered to my gullible friend before joining <<light Samuel>>. I had to act fast, or else he'd make us do stuff that are absolutely shameful if we allow him to take control. <<s Author>>Samuel all this research stuff is beneath you.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Weren't you the perfect student that wanted to have the perfect grade? If we don't do our research we're failing the class.<</s>> I smile at him, show him <<light Eric>> intensely working on his phone. <<s Author>>It has been taken care of. Relax.<</s>> I look him in the eyes, my hand placed on his chest in a calming motion. He stares back at me, trying to understand what game I'm really playing. The intense staring contest to conceal intentions slowly but surely turns into a gazing match, revealing a peculiar feeling. <<s Samuel>>Since he's taking care of the research, who's taking care of you?<</s>> <<s Author>>Who told you I needed taking care of?<</s>> My lip curls just a tiny bit. He looks down. Looks back up, and sees recognition in my eyes. He leans in. My hand still placed on his chest maintains the distance, the control. I tut at him. <<s Author>>It'll take much more than that to get the girl, Samu.<</s>> The diminutive name triggers something in him. I feel a twitch course through him as he continues looking at me, his eyes racing between my lips and my eyes. The thrill of the contest is intense, filled with a fire that neither of us can deny. The beautiful intensity of the moment is pulled apart by an inquiring <<light Eric>>: <<s Eric>>Who's winning?<</s>> He asks, his mind denying what his eyes are seeing, his innocent thoughts covering the dangerous erotic presence in front of him. <<s Author>>He blinked ages ago.<</s>> I stated, before moving my eyes away to look at the wimp that I call friend. The white boy shows me a choreography that he thinks we could pull off, and we get to work in preparing our performance. <<light Samuel>>, charged with sexual energy, uses every opportunity he can to put his hands on me, and I playfully drift away from him at every time. The game of cat and mouse culminates during our performance in front of the whole class, his distraction ultimately costing us an important grade. <<s Samuel>>I don't regret it one bit. I'm gonna get you, girl.<</s>> He whispers as we all leave class. //The game continues.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Ask Eric to do his research, distract Samuel myself" "I don't control Eric enough<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Do the research myself">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting him to force us into things we won't particularly like, I took matters in my own hands and spoke up to <<light Samuel>>: <<s Author>>I'll take care of it. You take a breather.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Are you sure?<</s>> He was insistent, but I stood my ground. He eventually relented. I got to work looking for the kind of content that we will need for our performance, but was finding a lot of difficulty in coming up with an adequate choreography. //The song we're creating is not dance worthy.// I thought to myself, worried about our current predicament and assignment. I finally put together some moves and whatnot that were somewhat adequate and convincing as a performance, and we got to work emulating them. <<light Samuel>> wasn't confident of any of it, and sure enough, our grading professor approved of his point of view, blasting us with a lower grade than I expected. That's what I get for standing my ground I guess... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Let Samuel do his research, deal with the consequences.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to stand up for us, or being lazy, or really excited for what he might come up with, I relented and waited for my friend to do his research and find the perfect choreography for us. He did find something. Something erotic, raunchy, and borderline sexist. I made my bed, time to lay in it. I followed his guidance and started doing the moves he wanted me to do, submissively following his lead as he got me erotically moving my body, the unmistakable heat between my legs returning with a fire, and a great sense of freedom emanating from me. There was something wildly attractive with the way I was moving, shaking my body to different beats, allowing it to follow someone else's guidance. And <<light Samuel>> was eating it up, really adopting a commanding tone towards both <<light Eric>> and myself. <<light Eric>>'s presence was all but lost on me, as I followed my black friend's guidance, listening to his words and looking to give a performance he'd be proud of. The eroticism of the moment, all of it happening in front of <<light Eric>>, and then in front of the whole class, was not lost on me. <<s Professor>>Splendid job you! This is exactly what art is about.<</s>> Our professor beamed, happy with our sultry performance. I was radiating positive energy as we left the class, our grades improved by our performance, and my pussy begging for attention. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $group2 is "Henry and Mya">><<link "Join Henry and Mya">><<replace "#continue">>My team had made such an interesting choice of song, and now we were about to experiment with a dance that would work well with that. But the two of them were not the most... Compatible. At least not while they argued the way they did. <<s Mya>>You seriously are the typical example of the straight white man.<</s>> The black cheerleader spoke, <<s Mya>>Thinking that the stage is central to you and that everything revolves around you... As if!<</s>> <<light Henry>> was less emotional, more rational, and I think that made <<light Mya>> even more emotional and frustrated with what was happening. <<s Henry>>You know it's the truth, it's our world.<</s>> He simply said, <<s Henry>>Besides there's nothing wrong with playing based on these expectations and embracing them.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Embrace my ass, why don't you?<</s>> <<s Henry>>I would if it would teach you some manners.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Manners... What an aging fossil you are.<</s>> It was getting heated, sharp between them, and that wasn't something I wanted to entertain for too long still. The tension felt odd, heavy, solid. Like it meant more than what it originally would have been... And I didn't care to try to bring them closer. They were from different worlds, and that's what they will always be. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Join Eva and Leo">><<replace "#continue">> I joined my friends <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> in preparation for our performance, eager to present a beautiful interpretation to the song we had chosen for ourselves. Our song genre was based on musicals, and interpreting that in dance was going to be relatively easy. The first debate we had was whether or not we needed to actively be performing the song, as in singing its lyrics. <<light Leo>> was rooting for that choice, while <<light Eva>> was hesitant. Eventually we decided we'd all three be dancing, reminding <<light Leo>> that this is a dancing class, and every move counted. And so we trained, working on imagining what moves would look nice and what others wouldn't, but found difficulty in really nailing the performance, and finding the correct inspiration. I decided to pull out my phone and do a small research. //What do I want to look for? How should I word my search?// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Musical dance moves tutorial">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Going for the basic search, I find a Youtube video that teaches us the usual 4-step process through which musical choreographers create their own moves. Pulling inspiration from this basic yet effective video, we come up with a solid performance. Our professor is happy with what we have put forward, deeming it <<s professor>>"Good Enough."<</s>>, and sending us on our way. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Tiktok musical dances">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There is nothing more successful than tiktok trends in performing, so it only was logical for us to copy their moves to create a winning performance for our class. Following my lead, <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> learned their moves, all of us creating a choreography to perform in front of our whole class. When the time came for our performance, however, the professor was not impressed in the very least. <<s professor>>This is an absolute disgrace. Tiktok dances are a travesty to the art of dancing, and your blatant disregard to that art is absolutely appaling! Fail!<</s>> There it was, our beautiful, disgusting failure, and reprimandation in front of the whole class. Talk about humiliating... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Dance moves that turn people on">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//Go big or go home.// Not showing my search words to my friends since I didn't want them to argue over it, I put in what I felt would work best for our grade and school reputation. //Dance Moves that turn people on.// The erotic, borderline sexual moves that I saw were absolutely stunning, and I knew I had to coax my friends into joining the game and performing alongside me. <<s Author>>And 5, 6, 7, 8!<</s>> We rehearsed, putting our efforts into our performances, and every time one of them felt like the move we were making was a bit too risky, I found a way to convince them it was what was best for the grade. I couldn't deny that I found a great thrill in putting in such a performance with my two friends in front of a whole class, and could feel a familiar heat rising through me. <<light Leo>> even accepted to be dancing the same moves as <<light Eva>> and myself, and despite his assigned gender at birth, adopted our sultry feminine moves in his performance. //Maybe these dance moves are supposed to turn their performers on?// I thought to myself as I performed alongside my teammates in front of our whole class, taking in their stares and embracing the way they made me feel. The undeniable pleasure I felt was further rewarded by the grade we were offered at the end of the class. //Sluttiness does pay off!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<if $leoavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/biology.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Genitalia and Differences</h3></center><<pickup $class "Genitalia and Differences" 1>> <div id="continue">There was no denying that this class would have its impact on <<light Leo>>, who was extremely engaged in what was happening on the board, our biology teacher explaining yet another perceived difference between the sexes. <<s Rotherford>>The male penis' average length is close to 5 inches, which is also the average depth of the female reproductive organ, a true wonder of science.<</s>> <center><img src='images/classes/penis-differences.jpg' width='50%'></center> The heteronormative explanation was what one would expect from such a high school, an obvious oversimplified attempt at "logic" that actually hides conformist, conservative views. I was sick just listening to it, yet could see my friend <<light Leo>> eating it all up. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Walking out of class, I approached him, trying to understand what he thinks of what he's seen. <<s Leo>>I find it really interesting, you know. How obvious these differences are and how compatible these things are created.<</s>> He was talking about creation, while Ms. <<light Rotherford>> spoke about science. He obviously didn't hear all that was said. <<s Author>>Are you sure about it? It seems like a bunch of bullshit to me...<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, a lot of it seems logical.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yet an oversimplification of very complex issues.<</s>> I didn't know whether I wanted to go through the extra trouble of correcting my friend, yet felt that he might need some awakening. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince him it's all bullshit">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to help my friend overcome the obviously erroneous teachings of our professor, I decided to confront him about it. <<s Author>>Not all penises are 5 inches tall, does that mean smaller sized penises need to be with more shallow vaginas? Does that sound logical to you?<</s>> I needed to nip this in the bud. <<s Author>>Also, what does it say about different bodies? About trans people? Do they not exist?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's not that simple...<</s>> <<s Author>>That's exactly my point, it isn't.<</s>> I look at him, he seemed to get what I am saying, yet still needs further proof. <<if $alphabeta lte -8>><<s Author>>Take you for example. You're not the most masculine man out there, and I'm pretty sure from the few times I've seen you in your swimsuit you don't have a big one down there. Does that mean that you're a failure as a man?<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's unfair.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with you, you're exactly what you're supposed to be and are shaping up to be exactly what you need to be.<</s>> I look at him with all the sincerity I can muster. I needed him to see things the way I did. <<s Author>>You are no less worthy of whatever you choose to be than anyone else, and whether that is male, female, or anything else, it's not your body that chooses it for you, is it?<</s>> It takes a special kind of vulnerability to admit something like that. <<s Leo>>You're right.<</s>> I hug my friend, happy he's able to push beyond shame and the brainwashing he's been subjected to his whole life. <<s Leo>>You're right.<</s>> He repeats, willing to accept his uniqueness.<<else>><<s Author>>Look at Yara for example. She's the strongest person I know, and can beat any guy she puts her mind to at any sports. According to our teacher there, she has the physique of a man.<</s>> He looks at me with an odd stare. <<s Author>>Yet we both know she's the most feminine person out there, despite her athletic prowess.<</s>> He smiles, acknowledging the truth of what I'm saying. <<s Author>>Doesn't that tell you something about gender being more than just sex?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah, but not really.<</s>> <<s Author>>If the world was as simple as black and white, you'd have looked like Jerome and all us ladies would've looked like one another. There's so many shapes and forms, and things could never be that simple. We are full of multitudes.<</s>> He nodded, accepting what I'm saying to be true. <<s Author>>You know I'm right. It's easy to be taken by fantasy and trust our teachers just because they look confident, but we need to look at things critically.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat convinced, nodded along, finally on the same page as me.<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Let it go">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to lose my time explaining the many different ways in which our formal education was failing us, I decide to call it quits, heading in my own direction and leaving <<light Leo>> to his own misconceptions. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $yaraavoid is true and $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Literary Influences</h3></center><<pickup $class "Literary Influences" 1>> Yet again in today's class, we were talking about literature, and yet again the professor had launched the subject and sat down, watching us debating topics as she took note of who was participating and who wasn't. Honestly it might have been the easiest way to get a higher grade, but it also unfortunately meant that I'd have to talk about topics that aren't usually discussed in such a setting... <<picmid "classes/gatsby.jpg">> The topic at hand related to the Great Gatsby, and how his parties and his obsession over his lost love became the explanation of incel behavior in our current society, how his search for fame and fortune as means to grab her attention, and the author's decision to ultimately have them end up together, raised a whole generation of males to believe that money and fame would get them the unmitigated attention of their romantic interests. <<s Yara>>They just become entitled, just like Gatsby felt he was, to female attention, and that alone is the root of so many problems in our society.<</s>> This time around, it wasn't <<light Eva>> carrying the good literary fight to <<light Yara>>, but surprisingly so <<light Jasmin>> I guess she saw the additional grades we received last time as a hint on what to do during today's session... <<s Jasmin>>But that also meant that our society grew on these values, on people doing their best in their society to advance and better themselves and their social situation. Do you blame someone on understanding the system they live in and progress inside of it, and doing so through literature? That's quite the conservative view you're presenting, Yara!<</s>> She continued: <<s Jasmin>>What I find most dangerous about this whole book, however, is the erasure of a whole aspect of society that is never broached, that of race and its impact on people. It conveniently puts aside that for the benefit of telling its tale, despite it being an obvious commentary on our society. It glorifies the white male as master of his elements, a post-slavery view of society that still benefits the oppressor.<</s>> I had a choice on which debate to join, on what to say, if I even want to say something about this whole thing. //All for the grade though...// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Agree with Jasmin">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>What <<light Jasmin>> was saying made more sense to me. It was a more important thing to debate thatn male fragility. I voiced my agreement with her point of view, as she eagerly nodded along to my arguments: <<s Author>>The larger effect of this book was to completely erase an aspect of society, to forget the issues that led to this post-industrial age in a hope to make people forget. The issue with male fragility and his ego comes from his belief that he is superior, owed attention and feminine care. And that comes from denying his dark past, his people's dark past, and in using that denial to write his own story, his own fiction. Even the hero's demise comes at the hand of a "lesser man", more brutal, less refined, and yet ultimately, still white because of again erasure. Your argument stems first from the fiction's denial of fact of real society, which pushes its male fragile audience to want more involvement in that fictitious reality, because it offers him deniability of real issues.<</s>> The professor was equally impressed by me joining the debate, noting it in her small notebook. //Good thing we secured that grade.// I further noticed <<light Julio>> smiling at me, happy to see me debate with that point of view. That made me especially happy. //Time to leave!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Agree with Yara">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Joining my voice to <<light Yara>>'s, I decided to join the debate, addressing my friend <<light Jasmin>> with an argument of my own: <<s Author>>This whole debate about fragile egos and weakness of character that needs to be overshadowed and hidden by accomplishments that society deems important is yet another example of the author themselves, eager to let their words do the action for them and create a work of fiction that no doubt gave them the attention that the titular character obviously craved. It is only through studying that we are able to really understand the society that lived at that time and its effects on race and other issues that you want to engage in.<</s>> <<light Yara>> smiled, happy to see me join my voice to hers in this debate. The professor was nodding along, excited to see me join the conversation and hoping I'd keep going. //Let's secure that grade.// I keep talking: <<s Author>>I believe further than simply viewing the world in black and white, we need to see the shades of gray that lead our society to where it is. Works of fiction like this one and their effect on our educational system tell more about the fabric of our society than anything else. The glorifying of Gatsby's actions, his work in improving his stature in order to reach higher echelons in society, led to people and young men to imitate his actions, his entitlement, his motivations, in their own lives. That's the issue in the book and its effect on society, not what it portrays mainly, but the effect that the portrayal it does has on its readers; how they find themselves in its words.<</s>> Despite me attacking the reason why we were even reading this book, the teacher was engaged in what I had to say, definitely planning on improving my grade. //What a sucker.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'>Don't engage in the conversation">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Honestly, this whole debate was a meaningless attempt by the professor to not start teaching. And it was an apparent unnecessary hurdle that she wanted us to jump through to gain her appreciation and attention. //I'm smarter than that.// Deciding not to engage, I eventually receive a stare from her as she notices my silence, noting something about it on her small cute little notebook. I smile at her, wanting to antagonize the failure that she is. Class eventually ends. //That was a bore.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Secret Messages</h3></center><<pickup $class "Secret Messages" 1>> Today's class was a normal, boring, pretty straightforward class with nothing much to it, with the professor droning on about the physics of motion. I received a tap on my shoulder, and a small piece of paper tied onto itself. It read: <<s Eric>>Don't yawn.<</s>> And as soon as I read it, I had the normal, natural reaction that anyone does when they're bored and they read that one word. I yawned, eliciting a shuckle from behind me and to the left. I turned to look at the prankster, my eyes catching <<light Eric>>'s. He smiled, then went back to writing something on a small piece of paper, before handing it over to a friend, who gave it to another, who passed it to me. <<s Eric>>It is quite the boring class though, it's okay if you yawned.<</s>> He smiled at me after I read the small message. //He's sweet.// I started writing back to him, noticing that almost everyone in the class had joined in on the game of passing these small parchments, a network of messages and letters flowing through the desks. <<s Author>>Honestly I got everything I needed like 30 minutes ago, I don't know why he's still talking about this. Move on boomer!<</s>> His small shuckle created a momentary silence from the professor, before he went back to his monotonous speech. <<s Eric>>You almost got me caught with this one. Naughty.<</s>> Did he actually write that? I needed to break the tension. <<s Author>>You got a booger stuck to your nose, left nostril.<</s>> I passed the message, eager to see him freak out about it, before receiving another of my own. This one didn't come from <<light Eric>> who was waiting for the network to send him mine. <<s Samuel>>You're looking hella fine today, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The ragged handwriting stated, as I turned to look at who sent that message. On the other side of the room, <<light Samuel>> was looking at me intently, eating me up with his eyes. Commotion rises as <<light Eric>> goes on playing with his nose, before noticing that there is nothing there and laughing about it. I joined in laughter, distracted by the naughty message I had just received. <<s Eric>>You got me good. Gosh you're amazing!<</s>> His message came back, innocent opposite of the one I had received moments prior. <<picmid "classes/secret-messages.jpg">> <<s professor>>What's all this commotion about? What's this in your hands Miss <<print $name>>??<</s>> The professor's voice raised, quickly approaching my desk to confront me. //Out of all the class, he had to choose me?// My unlucky predicament required quick action, as I thought about my options. //Sharing one of these messages might paint me as desirable in the eyes of the school, adding to my chances of prom royalty...// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Reveal Eric's message">><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> Wanting to keep the blatant flirtations a secret, I decided to share <<light Eric>>'s message, showing it to the professor. <<s professor>>You got me good. Gosh you're amazing.<</s>> The professor read out, to the snickers of the students, a joke at my friend's expense. <<s professor>>Who wrote this message, a distraction in my class?<</s>> He asked aloud, demanding a culprit to stand forward. <<light Eric>> was quick to budge. <<s Eric>>I did sir, I'm sorry it's all my fault.<</s>> The professor looked at him, nodded, and then pointed to the door. Humiliatingly, <<light Eric>> followed the command, seeing himself out. <<s professor>>Don't you dare do that again.<</s>> He stared at me. Well that's unfortunate! <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Reveal Samuel's message">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> Something about <<light Samuel>>'s very obvious flirtatious message just begged to be shared, a piece of paper that would mark me as desirable in front of the whole class. I handed that one over. <<s professor>>You're looking hella fine today-<</s>> The professor started reading, before stopping himself from continuing the speech, to the snickers of the class. I looked around, they were not laughing at me, they were rather laughing at him for falling for that trick. <<light Eric>> was not laughing. <<s professor>>Young miss that kind of behavior is completely inappropriate.<</s>> His comment was stern, his voice rigid. <<s Samuel>>How is it her fault, sir? She's the one who received the message.<</s>> My friend pointed out, getting a small cheer from his classmates and an honest gratitude from me. The professor looked at him intensely, just as intensely as <<light Eric>> was, trying to understand where he's coming from. Neither came to a satisfying conclusion. <<s professor>>Movement carries over...<</s>> The professor went back to his teachings, as I turned to <<light Samuel>> and mouthed a "Thank you" at him. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Eat both messages">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was only one way to get rid of the evidence, and not willing to share either of the two messages on their small pieces of paper, I did the one thing I could do. I put them in my mouth and was quick to chew them, facing my stunned professor and a laughing class. <<s professor>>Young lady, what's the meaning of this?<</s>> I looked at him wide eyed, the class laughing at the situation, at him rather. <<s Samuel>>Can't you see her mouth is full sir, how could she answer you?<</s>> His question elicited more laughter, even from a rather shocked <<light Eric>>. The professor, frustrated at the turn of events, decided to cut his losses. <<s professor>>Movement carries over...<</s>> He went back to his teachings, giving me the space to slip a couple of smiles to my texting friends. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Toilets">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Taking a Seat</h3></center><<pickup $class "Taking a Seat" 1>> There it was. The moment I was dreading, or hoping for. I wasn't sure anymore. I had drank a bit too much before making it to class this morning, and was now at the bathroom again, calmly relieving myself. Boom! The door burst open. Muffled sounds, a moan, hurried steps that are all over each other, a door opening then closing. The sounds filled the bathroom, a heated exploration happening right nearby, me in my own stall an unwilling listener of this erotic display. <<s Angela>>Mmm yeah fuck your body is so hot!<</s>> The feminine voice was immediately familiar, remembering when I heard its moans the last time I got caught in such a situation. This time, she was much more vocal. <<s Angela>>I need your cock, I need you inside me right now.<</s>> This was escalating much faster than it did last time, me still seated in my stall. If there was a time for me to act, it was now. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Flush the toilet. Make some noise!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//This has gone far enough already. Let's give them a scare.// Flushing the toilet, I stand and put on my clothes, their sounds suddenly stopping as they freeze in action. I even go as far as whispering as I head out and start washing my hands. The awkwardness of the moment washes over me without any repercussion, as their silence brings me an odd satisfaction. //Why didn't they look to see if there was anyone here first? Did they really think that they own the entire school? No repercussions whatsoever?// I bring myself out of the bathrooms, ready to continue with my day and unaffected by what I just witnessed. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Flush the toilet. Make some noise!" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Try to quietly make it out">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>If I pace myself correctly, I might be able to make it out of this situation without raising much attention to myself. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/doggy.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Oh yeah just there!<</s>> Masked under the moans that she's giving off, I slowly pull up my bottoms, calmly trying to put myself together as I stand. A small silence makes me freeze in my motion. Tension rises as I think they've caught me. <<s Angela>>Ohhhh yeahhh right there!!!<</s>> The wail fills the room as her intense moaning raises a few octaves. A monaning wannabe Prom Queen. Would people still vote for her had they known what she is up to in their public bathrooms? Her and him? Making use of the opportunity, I open the stall's door, walking out. <<s Angela>>Oh god, your tongue is fantastic!<</s>> //Wait, he's giving her head?// Momentarily distracted by the noises I am hearing, I softly make my way to the main door of the bathrooms, trying to stay silent as I hear their passionate activity's sounds fill the room. <<s Angela>>Fuck it's so hot doing this in public.<</s>> Her moaning and vocal appreciation of his - apparently skillful - sexual capabilities give me the last opportunity to make it out of the room unaffected. //That was intense! Stressful for sure, but intense!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>They're enjoying themselves, why shouldn't I?">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>A stray thought fills my mind. //They're enjoying themselves, why shouldn't I?// <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/riding1.jpg">> Something about the naughtiness of the whole situation does its work on me as I feel myself getting turned on by the whole situation. Here they were, engaged in what seemed to be an amazing experience, in public, not caring about people hearing them or them being caught! These wannabe Prom King and Queen were uncaring of the repercussions of their actions, and that was extremely attractive to me... There was something extremely hot about this whole thing. I felt myself getting somewhat engaged, excited to be a part of it somehow. <<s Angela>>Fuck you're so hot!<</s>> Her vocal appreciation of him has its effect on me, as I felt myself agree to her statement. He might be an asshole, but he's an attractive one still... Visions of his attractive physique swirl in my head as I think of him between my legs, playing with my- I noticed that my hand had found its way to my pussy, slowly rubbing its outer lips as it explored the moistening folds. The whole situation being extremely erotic, I follow my body's natural movements, eager to see where it will take me and what it will help me discover. Doing this in public is a huge thrill as I feel myself get turned on at the idea of being found out. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/play-soft.jpg">> My supposed rival, less caring to be discovered, moans out. <<s Angela>>Mmmm fuckkk you're so big!<</s>> There it was. He was taking her right there a few feet away and I was a willing witness to all of this debauchery, my own fingers starting their exploration, slipping past my lips and pushing me softly. //What would people think of them should they find them here? What would they think of me?// <<s Angela>>Fuck oh yeah. Just like that!<</s>> Her moans getting louder and louder, filling the bathroom, give me the opportunity to moan myself, softly allowing my natural sounds to come out as my fingers continue their fervent exploration. The whole situation reaching unexpected levels of naughtiness, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to my satisfaction, squirming voiceless in my seat, trying my best to remain somewhat composed. A stray thought in the back of my mind makes itself known: What if I came with her, at the same time? What if my rival and myself shared an orgasm in public, future prom queens humiliatingly cumming in a public space for anyone to catch? <<s Angela>>Oh just right there. Right there! I'm close!!!<</s>> //So am I!// I think to myself as I slowly but surely bring myself closer and closer to my own orgasm. <<s Matthew>>That's it, good girl.<</s>> He said. <<s Angela>>Ohhh ohhhh!!!!<</s>> Her moans filling the room, I join her in beautiful ecstasy as we both find our way to orgasm, one extremely vocal and the other silently thrilling. Still on the high from my orgasm, I hear the sounds in the other room still carry as she takes her place on her knees in front of him. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/riding2.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Yes. Give it to me. Give me your cum!<</s>> //What an absolute whore.// His grunts follow soon thereafter, as I hear her moan out, an enthusiastic observant of what seems to be him cumming. My orgasmic high maintains as I imagine her being covered with his white cum, a public slut. //What does it make me? A voyeuristic pervert?// Following the high of my orgasm, a sense of shame fills me now that my arousal is gone. The next few minutes are spent waiting for them to gather themselves and leave the room, not before cleaning themselves up at the sinks. <<s Angela>>You really did a number on me!<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Angela the public prom slut.<</s>> He joked at her. <<s Angela>>Hey!<</s>> Laughing about the whole thing, they leave the room. The whole situation still washes over me as I deal with the effects of such an event. //That was a true thrill! Was I truly attracted to the both of them and their naughty public activities?// <<link "She wouldn't be prom slut, she's my biggest rival for queen!" "School">><<add "dynamics" 1>><</link>> <<link "If he can make her do that... He's a shoe in for prom king." "School">><<less "dynamics" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/arithmetics.jpg" "Arithmetics">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Advanced Mathematics</h3></center><<pickup $class "Advanced Mathematics" 1>><<if $evaavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <<if visited() is 1>><div id='continue'><<set $evamaths to "Study">>More numbers, more letters with the numbers, more pain with the letter with the numbers. Since when did math get this stupidly and unnecessarily complicated? <<s Eva>>Are you understanding any of it?<</s>> <<light Eva>> leaned in close, asking her question. <<if $smarts gte 30>><<s Author>>There is some sort of logic behind it.<</s>> There was, but it was still difficult, I couldn't deny it. <<s Eva>>Well none of it makes sense to me.<</s>> <<else>><<s Author>>Not one bit.<</s>> It was truly difficult to understand the logic behind it. <<s Eva>>Good to know I'm not the only one!<</s>> <</if>> <<s Rotherford>>Don't forget that there will be a quiz next class, so make sure you study really well for it!<</s>> Dreading that exam, I looked at <<light Eva>> as she looked back at me. We seemed to be equally worried. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">> It was shortly after class that we were approached by a friend of ours. <<s stranger>>Don't tell anyone, but I have the quiz for the upcoming exam!<</s>> That was a fast solution! <<s Eva>>Really? Oh my god, thank you so much!<</s>> <<s stranger>>Hey I didn't say you could just get it!<</s>> There was a catch. When weren't there a catch honestly! <<s stranger>>It's gonna cost you.<</s>> I looked at him, and he seemed like the kind of guy that would ask for one thing only, given his overall composure. <<s stranger>>All I want is to have a look at your tits. Either one of you.<</s>> //There it was.// <<light Eva>> looked at me, seeing what I'd choose to do. <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Show him my tits.">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<set $evamaths to "Cheatme">><<replace "#choices">>Honestly, these were just tits, and they'd get me a much higher grade than any amount of studying ever would. Taking the plunger for the both of us, I decide to get it over with and lift my shirt and bra in one swift motion, giving him a very specific timeframe for his ogling: <<s Author>>You have 10 seconds, enjoy.<</s>> <img src='images/classes/flashing-me.jpg' width='50%' position='center'> <<light Eva>> is stunned at my confident action, as she looks at me shrugging at her. //They're just tits, so what?// Although the way he was looking at them told me the guy was enjoying what he was seeing. //Bet he's never seen any before, what a weeb.// Time up, I put the shirt back down, as I see him shake his head, obviously salivating at the vision he just received. <<s stranger>>Wow! I didn't expect you to actually go for it!<</s>> He slowly regains composure as he hands over the file he has in hand. <<s stranger>>That's my only copy. Totally worth it!<</s>> Walking away, I can feel <<light Eva>>'s eyes on me as she ponders what I just did. //Maybe I could meet <<light Eva>> at the library to study these for the upcoming exam?// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show him my tits" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<if $evasub gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Let Eva show hers.">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<set $evamaths to "Cheat">><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>Come on, Eva. Show the guy your tits.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Why don't you show him yours?<</s>> Her reaction is instantaneous. <<s Author>>Honestly, I'm not as desperate as you are.<</s>> Watching us argue, the strange guy doesn't speak, not wanting to ruin his chances. <<light Eva>> scoffs, then grabs her top to lower it. <img src='images/classes/flashing-me.jpg' width='50%' position='center'> //She actually went for it!// Staring daggers at him, she fails her attempt at intimidating him as he eagerly watches her orbs. I join him in appreciating her beautiful shapely breasts, despite them being on the smaller scale. Her beauty does the job, as when she covers them again the image of her beautiful mounds remains stuck in my head. <<s Eva>>Now the exam?<</s>> Demanding it from a still recovering perv, she receives the exam answers from him, smiling at the outcome. <<s stranger>>I can't believe I got to see them, you're amazing!<</s>> He says before walking away, happy about the whole outcome. //Maybe I could meet <<light Eva>> at the library to study these for the upcoming exam?// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let Eva show hers." "She's not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough (5)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Forget it, weeb!">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//I can't believe he'd actually have the balls to ask that!// Angry at his request, I raise my voice at him: <<s Author>>Seriously? You're asking us to show you our tits for an exam answer? What the fuck is wrong with you you fucking pervert?<</s>> My anger catches the attention of many people there, who snicker and laugh at him as he shys away from the confrontation. <<s Author>>Fucking grow up, dude! And stop being such a weirdo!!!<</s>> Truly berated, he leaves the premises with his tail between his legs. <<light Eva>> is smiling at me as I look back at her. <<s Eva>>Guess we'll have to study the old fashioned way!<</s>> She smiles as we make our way down the hallways. //Maybe I could meet <<light Eva>> at the library to study for the upcoming exam?// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<if $evamaths is "Cheated">><<add "grade" 1>>The answers from the exam fresh in our minds, <<light Eva>> and I were excited to get this over with and present a great result in this math class, knowing full well we were going to give an amazing performance. And it was easy! The exam was exactly the same as the one we had received from our generous - albeit pervy - benefactor, and we had all the answers to it locked down entirely. With 15 minutes to spare, we had everything done and answered, ready to be presented. <<picmid "classes/maths-cheating.jpg">> I noticed my other friends struggling to answer the tricky questions, and felt compelled to aid them. It wasn't going to be easy to cheat as the professor's watchful glare kept making its rounds of the room. I could only help one person, if anything: <div id="choices"><<if $looks gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help Julio">><<add "Julio" 3>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to my friend, I help <<light Julio>> find his bearing in the exam, giving him the answers he needs to succeed. When the professor turns to look my way, I flash my pearly whites and bat my eyelashes at him, distracting him from the trickery I am playing. <<light Julio>> is grateful, showing me his appreciation after class. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 3>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to my friend, I help <<light Jerome>> find his bearing in the exam, giving his the answers he needs to succeed. When the professor turns to look my way, I flash my pearly whites and bat my eyelashes at him, distracting him from the trickery I am playing. <<light Jerome>> is grateful, showing me his appreciation after class. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help Samuel">><<add "Samuel" 3>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to my friend, I help <<light Samuel>> find his bearing in the exam, giving his the answers he needs to succeed. When the professor turns to look my way, I flash my pearly whites and bat my eyelashes at him, distracting him from the trickery I am playing. <<light Samuel>> is grateful, showing me his appreciation after class. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Aid Eric">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to <<light Eric>>, I whisper to him: <<s Author>>Hey! All good?<</s>> My friend shakes his head no, worry obvious in his eyes. <<s Author>>What question are you struggling with?<</s>> Before he even gets to answer, the professor interrupts me: <<s Rotherford>>Are we happy playing these meaningless games, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I turn to look at his scowl, an angry face staring me down. //Gulp// Slashing my grade in half for my attempted cheating, he sends me on my way out of class. //I probably shouldn't have risked helping him...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Don't risk helping anyone">><<less "open" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to put my grade in danger, especially since I knew it would be a good one, I decided to call it a day and present my exam sheet, willing to put myself first for once. The stares I got were not the most kind, but at least I did well on the exam! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div><<else>><<if $evamaths is "Study">><<less "grade" 1>>I haven't studied for the math exam despite having had time to do so since the last class (I should've met <<light Eva>> at the library). This came at a cost as I was struggling to answer the exam's questions during class. <<elseif $evamaths is "Studied">>Despite not getting the exam in advance from the creep who offered them, <<light Eva>> and I had studied for today's math exam, and were confident we had what it took for us to succeed. A few of the questions that were there were quite tricky though... <<elseif $evamaths is "Cheatme" or $evamaths is "Cheat">>Despite having taken the creep up on his offer after the last math class, <<light Eva>> and I didn't meet up to really study our findings and make the best use of them. That is why I was struggling with a few of the questions that were really tricky.<</if>> The professor's watchful eye was surveying us as he kept tabs of the timing of the exam, calling out the time in intervals no doubt to cause us additional stress. It was working. <<s Rotherford>>10 minutes left!<</s>> A tricky question, worth around a third of the grade, was simply not making any sense for me, and despite my best attempts at fixing it, I still struggled to make it work for me. As I hopelessly looked around the class for some sort of miraculous solution, I am met with <<light Eva>>'s eyes, who's looking at me intently. She seemed to understand my plight, her eyes trying to share her knowledge but failing to do so. <<s Eva>>It- Hwo . Every answer-<</s>> Her whispers just didn't make it to my ears, as I struggled to understand what she needed from me. She scoffs and writes her answer on a piece of paper, and softly glides it towards me on the floor. It's around a couple of feet away, not too far yet not close enough for me to take the answer without raising suspicion. I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"><<if $looks gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Get the piece of paper">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">>Crouching down and grabbing the piece of paper, I immediately stuff it in my pants as I am approached by the professor. <<s Rotherford>>Is everything okay, Ms. <<print $name>>?<</s>> I smile sweetly at him, showing him my pearly whites as I bat my lashes at him. <<s Author>>All good, sir. Your exam is difficult, but that doesn't mean you'll have us call mercy!<</s>> I keep up the sweet act, hoping to keep his attention on my face rather than the paper sticking out of my pocket. The moment passes as the professor moves away from me to observe another student coughing a bit too loudly for his taste, and I successfully copy the answer from my friend on my own exam. I make sure to thank her when we go out of the class, extremely happy to have made it through this whole ordeal! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>(I'm confident I won't get caught - <img src='images/icons/looks.png'>)<<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Get the piece of paper">><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Crouching down and grabbing the piece of paper, I immediately stuff it in my pants as I am approached by the professor. <<s Rotherford>>Is everything okay, Ms. <<print $name>>?<</s>> I smile sweetly at him, trying to bat my lashes at him as I attempt to hold his stare. <<s Author>>All good, sir. Your exam is difficult, but that doesn't mean you'll have us call mercy!<</s>> I squirm as I say my bit, hoping to keep his attention on my face rather than the paper sticking out of my pocket. His eyes drift from my honestly forgettable face as they land on the paper I'm trying to keep hidden from him. His hand opens between us, demanding the incriminating evidence. Caught in action, I sadly hand over the file, eyes downdrift as I shyly attempt to hide. <<s Rotherford>>Not so smart after all...<</s>> His stinging comment landing true, I struggle to keep my cool in class, as I eventually hand over the exam with a disastrous performance. //At least it's all done now.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>(I'm probably going to get caught - <img src='images/icons/looks.png'>)<</if>> <<link "Give up and just hand in the exam">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to risk the chance of being found out, I collect all my exam papers, sort them out, and hand them over, eager to just get the class over with and wanting to move forward with my life. //I just hope I did well enough in the exam!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/biology.jpg" "Biology Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Body Types</h3></center><<pickup $class "Body Types" 1>> <<s Rotherford>>Masculinity. What is masculinity and what does it mean?<</s>> The professor had started talking, as I took my seat next to <<light Leo>> to attend today's class. <<s Rotherford>>Is it a social construct, or a specific set of attributes that one has to check off?<</s>> She continued her speech, as <<light Leo>> listened to her. Thankfully, we were seated more towards the back, so I was able to whisper to him. <<s Author>>It's like every time we're here she's back at the same lesson. She's obsessed.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Right? I'm not sure what her point really is at the end of the day.<</s>> He whispered back. Unfortunately, he wasn't as sneaky as I was with his words. <<s Rotherford>>Mr. Leo. Is there anything you'd like to share with the class? You seem keen on talking?<</s>> Our professor called him out in front of the whole class. <<s Leo>>No, nothing miss. I'm sorry.<</s>> He replied, trying to let the moment pass. <<s Rotherford>>You better pay attention, boy.<</s>> The last word stuck to her tongue as she allowed it to exit from her mouth, a subtle dig at his manhood. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><</if>><<if $alphabeta gte 20 or $alphabeta lte -20>><<s Leo>>I just don't get this whole thing. We've been at the same lesson for weeks on end.<</s>> Surprisingly, <<light Leo>> had stood up for himself as he got triggered by her last sentence. <<s Rotherford>>Is that so? Do you have opinions on my class and teachings, Mr. Leo?<</s>> She teased again, not willing to back down. My friend was just as confident in his standpoint. <<s Leo>>You claim to know all about the physical. But then again, we are not born male or female. We become them. Being a man or a woman is just as mental as it is physical. You oughta understand that. Isn't there more to biology than dictating who a person is through their genitals?<</s>> He asked, growing more confident. The professor didn't know how to deal with that curved ball. <<s Rotherford>>But you're either born male or female and that's it.<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiled. <<s Leo>>You and I both know that's false. What about intersex people? That exists biologically. That means there's more. Or is the biology behind it false? I'm confused.<</s>> He actually wasn't confused, but rather knew the professor was. He used it to his advantage in his argumentation. She remained silent, taking a moment to situate herself. <<s Rotherford>>Very well. I guess we better move on to another lesson then.<</s>> Ignoring the tricky situation she had placed herself in, she tried - and failed - to gracefully change the subject. The whole class had seen that argumentation, and they'd noticed how <<light Leo>> stood up for himself. There was a glow of appreciation, especially from a certain <<light Julio>>. <<else>><<light Leo>>, shook by how he was called out, preferred to keep to himself as he switched his attention to the pen he was fidgeting with. <<s Julio>>I just don't get this whole thing. We've been at the same lesson for weeks on end.<</s>> Surprisingly, <<light Julio>> had come to my friend's rescue, deciding to speak up. <<s Rotherford>>Is that so? Do you have opinions on my class and teachings, Mr. Julio?<</s>> She teased him instead, not willing to back down. My friend was just as confident in his standpoint. <<s Julio>>You claim to know all about the physical. But then again, we are not born male or female. We become them. Being a man or a woman is just as mental as it is physical. You oughta understand that. Isn't there more to biology than dictating who a person is through their genitals?<</s>> He asked, growing more confident. The professor didn't know how to deal with that curved ball. <<s Rotherford>>But you're either born male or female and that's it.<</s>> <<light Julio>> smiled. I noticed <<light Leo>> doing so as well, seeing this whole thing pan out in his advantage. <<s Julio>>You and I both know that's false. What about intersex people? That exists biologically. That means there's more. Or is the biology behind it false? I'm confused.<</s>> He actually wasn't confused, but rather knew the professor was. He used it to his advantage in his argumentation. She remained silent, taking a moment to situate herself. <<s Rotherford>>Very well. I guess we better move on to another lesson then.<</s>> Ignoring the tricky situation she had placed herself in, she tried - and failed - to gracefully change the subject. The whole class had seen that argumentation, and they'd noticed how <<light Julio>> stood up for <<light Leo>>. There was a glow of appreciation, especially from my friend right next to me.<<less "alphabeta" 1>><</if>> <<light Leo>> smiled by the end of the class, happy with the way things turned out to his advantage. Gender is a choice, not biological. He seemed to be on the right track to make a choice of his own... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>>

<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Toilets">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Empty Seat</h3></center><<pickup $class "Empty Seat" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>> Here I was again, having left class to visit the bathroom, in the same spot. In the same place two times already, I listened in as two strangers had decided to play their public games. In the same place where I felt myself remembering the way she sounded underneath him. Where I struggled to halt myself from exploring myself more... I was half-dreading and half-hoping that the activity would be repeated today. Alas, I found myself finishing my work there without any interruptions whatsoever... Why was I wishing to witness them? Why was I still seated, still waiting? What was going on with me? I pondered these questions, allowing them to drift in my head, as I tried to sort through them... //How long have I been here?// My distracted mind was not conscious of my activity. Yet I found myself with a hand roaming dangerously close to my snatch. //What was wrong with me?// I was conscious of my illicit activity now, aware of the things I wanted to do... But I didn't know if I could control them... My hand floated above my entrance, rubbing softly against my clit. I moaned softly, liking this activity, wanting to give myself more. It rubbed again against my button, bringing out yet another moan from me. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/toilet-masturbation3.jpg">> And I was hooked, as if overtaken by some horny ghost trying to push me towards my limits. There was something explicitly wrong about what I was doing, and yet I kept doing it. Kept playing with myself, kept pushing my limits. How was this in any way helpful? What if someone found me? None of it mattered. I had no control... I didn't know what to do... <div id='choices'><<link "I think I hear someone">><<less "open" 1>><<less "smarts" 2>><<replace "#choices">>It has become a familiar tune recently. Every time I found myself enjoying my time a bit more than usual, my paranoia would hit, pulling me away from my dreamery. I swear I heard something right outside the bathroom door, and this alone jolted me away from my self-exploration. My hand moved away, my body reacted in a jolt as I dressed myself. I fearfully rushed to put everything back on before moving out quickly. Not bothering to clean myself, look at myself in the mirror, anything... The shame rose through me at my body's actions. //What the hell is wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The floor is more relaxing">><<add "open" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to spread my legs, allow myself further access to my lips, to discover them more, to finger myself deeper... I succumbed to my horny needs, standing to drill myself as I started inserting my fingers in my wet, dripping snatch. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/toilet-masturbation4.jpg">> I was in heat, I was needy, and I wanted to reply to my body's urges. Last time, it was a couple that caused me to be horny. This time, I simply was horny. All alone, all by my lonesome. I was excited at the prospect of sex, at the thought of maybe being caught in my compromising position... And I was replying to my body's urgent need for release. It didn't matter anymore where I was, who was around me... I needed that release. The floor beckoned as I laid down on it, spreading my legs and eagerly playing with my pouty pussy lips. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/toilet-masturbation5.jpg">> I rubbed more and more as my clit called for my fingers' attention. I was getting closer and closer. In public, on the floor, like a bitch in heat. I brought myself to that shameful climax I so wanted to receive, smiling as I pushed all the right buttons, playing with my nude body as I brought myself to the edge and beyond. I played, enjoying my body, and imagining someone there to share the moment with. The shame of the moment with. If only the couple was here... I probably would've joined them... //That's what I wanted, right?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "locations/gymnasium.jpg" "The Gymnasium">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Flexibility and Beyond</h3></center><<pickup $class "Flexibility and Beyond" 1>> <<if visited() is 1>>Here I was again, in gymnastics class, having to stretch before we had to engage in all the other moves that the professor wanted us to do. <<s Professor>>Half the time is stretching, the other half is the exercises. That way you can guarantee a healthy standing without hurting anything. Injuries are not a joke.<</s>> //Her face was a joke.// I was yet again paired with <<light Yara>>, following her lead in what needed to be done to stretch our bodies to the best of their abilities. <<picmid "classes/stretch.jpg">> Our eyes locked on one another and our bodies intertwined in this particular position, I could hear her voice trying to lead me through it all: <<s Yara>>That's it. Just let go and push your body's limits.<</s>> Her voice, a calm, soft whisper, was naturally alluring, allowing me to relax beyond my capabilities. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The way she said that... It felt like <<light Yara>> was finding undeniable joy in my submission, as I found myself at a particular crossroads: <div id="choices"><<if $athletics gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Push back, make her catch up">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-yara4.jpg">> Noticing that my body is capable enough for me to push back, and wanting to see my friend acknowledge my physical capabilities, I allow myself to push back against her, showing her that my limits have improved since our last stretching session in this class. Allowing our arms to tighten even more and our legs to rise higher, I keep eye contact as I move our bodies closer to one another. I notice that her eyes never leave mine, my friend finding equal joy in seeing me push against her will, an odd sense of respect emanating from her. The intensity of the stare is not lost on me, a slight eroticism emanating from the whole thing, yet not lasting long enough for it to have a permanent effect. We eventually have to let go as our coach calls us to start the exercises, a mutual respect found in our interaction. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Push back, make her catch up" "Not strong<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Try not to hear her taunts">><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Closing my eyes to break the contact and stiffening up, I don't submit to her will, doing my best to clear her influence over me and effectively shutting off. <<s Yara>>What's wrong with you? You're ruining this.<</s>> Her authoritative voice rises from the previous whispering levels, alerting the coach of our shortcomings. <<s Professor>>Bad posture, <<print $name>>. Fix it at once.<</s>> Her sultry, dominant attitude gone, <<light Yara>> scrambles to maintain a semblance of control over the situation, hugely disappointed by my performance. //At least she didn't keep that fake dominant act!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Follow her voice and submit">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-yara3.jpg">> Just like last time, I find myself melting under her charm, struggling to maintain eye contact as my dominant stares me down into beautiful submission. I let go, going soft in her arms, a putty to be molded and controlled at her whims, her masterful administrations expertly helping me push my limits as I stretched beyond what I thought myself capable of. Our eye contact is maintained, heavy, and her beautiful body is pressed against mine, who naturally reacts with heat growing inside. It feels good. She feels good against me. Her smirk grows, noticing the effect she has on me. She repeats herself one last time before letting go of the beautiful position we'd been holding. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The memory of that moment is sure to last long, its effect undeniable on my psyche. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited()is 2>><<light Yara>> was missing from today's gymnastics class, down with some seasonal flu for the day. Left having to choose another person to help me with stretching, I was immediately approached by an eager <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>Couldn't help but notice that your friend was missing. Need a hand?<</s>> <<if $Samuel gte 4>>We were close enough that I could trust the guy, so I nodded my acquiescence as we moved to start our workout.<<else>>While I wasn't close to the guy, he did seem relatively harmless, and I didn't feel it wrong to be joining him in our workout.<</if>> <<picmid "classes/stretch-samuel1.jpg">> I felt vulnerable under his touch, his masterful hands pushing me however he wanted and his stares making me feel almost... Naked in his arms. It felt like we were the only two people in the class as his erotic touches were having an undeniable effect on me, pressing buttons I didn't know existed and playing with my imagination... There was an undeniable chemistry there, as I tried to listen to my body and its natural reactions, willing to follow their waves. <div id="choices"><<if $cuck gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Is that Eric looking at us?">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretch-samuel2.jpg">> Lying down in my vulnerable position in front of the masterful masculine person behind me, I look to the side of the room, where <<light Eric>> had stopped his exercise to look at the two of us "stretching". My vulnerability never leaves me, yet feeling emboldened by my friend's shameless observation of our play, I allow myself to melt further into my partner's touch, allowing him the sweet exploration of my body, and submissively accepting his ministrations. Truly feeling the effects of his touch on my pliable body, I allow myself to slip further and further into submission, accepting my inferior place under his superior touch, all the while translating that submissiveness in the way I looked at my voyeur friend. <<light Samuel>> takes my submissive action in stride, as he expertly guides me through these conflicting emotions, dominating me in body and mind. The beauty of the moment eventually pulls away, leaving me panting on the floor as I struggle to get back on my feet, eager to get on with the rest of the class. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</if>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Submit to his touch">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretch-samuel2.jpg">> Lying down in my vulnerable position in front of the masterful masculine person behind me, I look up to my partner in the eyes, not caring to really continue my "stretching". My vulnerability never leaves me, yet feeling emboldened by our public playful display, I allow myself to melt further into my partner's touch, allowing him the sweet exploration of my body, and submissively accepting his ministrations. Truly feeling the effects of his touch on my pliable body, I allow myself to slip further and further into submission, accepting my inferior place under his superior touch, all the while translating that submissiveness in the way I looked up at his glorious face. <<light Samuel>> takes my submissive action in stride, as he expertly guides me through these conflicting emotions, dominating me in body and mind. The beauty of the moment eventually pulls away, leaving me panting on the floor as I struggle to get back on my feet, eager to get on with the rest of the class. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Control myself and move away">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to put myself in such a vulnerable position in such a public space, I pull back. This disappoints my partner, who looks at me with a clear contempt in his eyes. I excuse myself as I leave the class, not caring about the effect that action would have on my grade. //I am not ready to debase myself in public like that!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<div id='continue'><center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Another Boring Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Another Boring Class</h3></center><<pickup $class "Standing for Africa" 1>><<if $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> Another boring class awaited me today, as I constantly droned off and was barely able to concentrate on the lesson that was being taught. <<s Jerome>>How about you come over after school today?<</s>> I heard my masculine friend whisper to <<light Jasmin>> right next to him. I made sure not to show that I was privy to their conversation, as <<light Jasmin>> bit her lip, looking at <<light Jerome>> before answering. <<s Jasmin>>Sure. But it'll have to be quick.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Jerome>>How about we go now?<</s>> He suggested, flirtatiously. <<light Jasmin>> all but jumped at the opportunity. <<s Jasmin>>Yes!<</s>> She excitedly said, eager. <<s Jerome>>Follow me.<</s>> He whispered to her as he stood to "go to the toilets." A few minutes later, she followed suit. //The naughtiness never stops, I guess.// <<link "Leave class">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The school's hallway">> Walking down the corridors of the school after class, I find myself distracted for a few minutes as I meet up with a few friends to say hi. It's almost out of nowhere that, stepping outside, I am approached by a worried <<light John>>. <center><<pic John>>Jasmin's father<</pic>></center> <<s John>>Have you seen my daughter?<</s>> Straight to the point, this one! <<s Author>>Not really, no...<</s>> I admitted, answering him straight to his question. <<s John>>She told me she had a project she's working on, and she hasn't been answering her phone. Any idea where she might be?<</s>> I knew where she was. I knew what she was doing. And I knew he wouldn't approve of it. I also knew there was nothing that he could do about it, and that my friend would expect me to have her back... And I knew he awaited my answer. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't know and I don't care">><<less "johntrust" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel as compelled to answer him or give him the time of day. I decided to get it over with. <<s Author>>Honestly, sir, I don't know where she is and I don't really care. If she said she has a project, then she probably does.<</s>> I sternly said, before heading my own way. //This man is too overbearing, poor <<light Jasmin>>.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Fool the guy">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided I'd have my friend's back. <<s Author>>That's true, sir. Last I checked, she was finishing up a project at Mr. Oliver's office. You know how he is about his schedule.<</s>> I said, making a false assumption to rope him in. <<s John>>Ah yes, that's true.<</s>> He admitted, not wanting to seem like he lacked knowledge. <<s Author>>So you have nothing to worry about sir. Jasmin is a big girl. She'll be over as soon as she's done.<</s>> I said, before thinking it best to add: <<s Author>>He is quite thorough, though, so it might be a while before she's done.<</s>> <<light John>> nodded along, convinced by what I was saying. <<s John>>Thank you, <<print $name>>. I guess the best I can do is wait for her.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>In your car, of course. It'd be weird for her if everyone at school saw her father lurking around, don't you think?<</s>> I asked innocently. He took the bait. <<s John>>Of course, you're right. I'll see you around then.<</s>> He said, taking his leave. //What a gullible fool. No wonder his wife left him...// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessage to 4>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Tell him all I know.">><<add "jasminaddict" 3>><<add "johntrust" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 4>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured the best way to defend <<light Jasmin>> and help her on the right path was... To snitch on her. <<s Author>>I don't know where she is. Probably at Jerome's for the project.<</s>> I said, feigning ignorance. He was quick to follow up with another question. <<s John>>Jerome? Who's Jerome?<</s>> He asked worriedly. <<s Author>>Her boyfr- She never told you about Jerome?<</s>> I acted as if I slipped up. He took the bait. <<s John>>No she never did anything of the sort. Her and I will have a long conversation once she gets home.<</s>> He announced, anger seaping on his face. <<s John>>Excuse me.<</s>> He took his leave, phone in hand as he tried reaching my friend. //I wonder if that was the right thing to do... What if he mentions me?// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessage to 5>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

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<center><<pichead "classes/chemistry.jpg" "Chemistry Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Chemistry in Motion</h3></center><<pickup $class "Chemistry in Motion" 1>> <<if $work.has("DW Undercover") and $work.has("Gang Gone")>><<s Henry>>I've spotted the right person.<</s>> Despite his mission being seemingly over, <<light Henry>> was still here, the undercover agent that was working his secret job. And it was a surprise to see him approach me once more, so obviously. <<s Author>>I thought we dealt with the gang.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Henry>>Cleanup on aisle 5.<</s>> He said, as if this kind of talk meant something. Unfortunately I understood what he meant, particularly when he mentioned the person on his mind. <<s Henry>>This friday, at the party, we're nailing Julio.<</s>> He claimed. I was surprised over the fact that he just now wanted to make a real move on <<light Julio>>, someone that was clearly involved in some dubious activities. <<s Henry>>Are you in or are you out, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I have known about <<light Julio>> since valentine. And I further knew there was more to him than he was letting on, though I was still lost as to what it was exactly that he had on his mind. Now, <<light Henry>> wanted to move against him. <<s Author>>Why now, Henry? Haven't we done enough?<</s>> I needed an answer. <<s Henry>>Not enough, I need to see this thread all the way to its end.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>We've already dealt with the gang. Come on.<</s>> <<s Henry>>And it's not enough.<</s>> He claimed, <<s Henry>>So are you in or are you out?<</s>> I had to make a choice. On the one hand, it was a fantastic opportunity to deal with a rival for the "Prom King" title, and manage any loose ends in that side quest of ours with the drug ring. On the other hand, I was turning on a dude that had only been kind in the past. I didn't know that there was a correct choice here... <div id='choices'><<link "Count me in">><<pickup $class "EP Julio Arrest Helping" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Doing this would thankfully not impact my undercover work, if I played my cards right, and would further prove to him that I may very well be suited for a job like that, down the line. And a part of me really believed it was the right choice to make. <<s Henry>>Good, I knew I could count on you.<</s>> Yet another side mission to add to an already full party. //Fun.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Count me out">><<pickup $class "EP Julio Arrest Watching" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to engage in that, remembering the help that <<light Julio>> had offered a while back on valentine, and how despite the way he spoke how well-meaning he truly was. I wouldn't turn on him like that. It didn't feel right. <<s Henry>>Well shit. You better not stand in the way, then.<</s>> He claimed. //I wasn't going to have to choose sides in this too, was I?// Unfortunately, it looked like I had no choice in the matter, <<light Henry>> still keen on getting his stupid job done, despite all the danger it carried, as he walked away from our shared desk, looking for another to help him... //I might have to keep a close eye on him during the easter party.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $work.has("Gang Gone")>>An unusual sight troubled me as I worked alongside <<light Ria>> on the chemistry experiment we were given today. On the desk in front of me, <<light Henry>>, the undercover cop that had brought down the gang I had fooled with, was moving a bit too close to <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>>. He wasn't queer, that much I knew, but there was a real sense of urgency in the way he portrayed himself. My curiosity was peeked, but my work on the experiment in front of me still demanded my attention. I needed to know what this was about. I also needed to secure a better grade for myself... <div id='choices'><<link "Ignore the experiment, spy on the spy">><<pickup $class "EP Julio Arrest Watching" 1>><<less "grade" 3>><<less "Ria" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to listen in. I needed to find out more. Unfortunately, I'd only receive snippets of a conversation. Enough to form an idea. <<s Henry>>Julio... Party... Friday.<</s>> Yes, enough. <<s Ria>><<print $name>> you dumb slut. You ruined our experiment!<</s>> Worth it. Trouble brews at the Easter Party between the cop and his junkie target, and <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>> seems caught in the middle. //Fun.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "My grade is more worthy of my attention">><<pickup $friendsevents "Julio Arrested" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to distract myself with meaninglessness. I knew there was nothing serious between these two, and so could rest assured that <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>> would remain safe. //I hope.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $work.has("DW Undercover")>><<s Henry>>I've spotted the right person.<</s>> Finally, <<light Henry>> was ready to be sharing his plan with me, after a long time of mistrust, despite all that I'd already done for him... And possibly to him. <<s Henry>>This friday, at the party, we're nailing Julio.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>Julio? That's your guy?<</s>> He simply frowned at me. It wasn't news to me that <<light Julio>> was involved with the dubious things that the undercover cop was trying to stop. It was surprising however that he didn't know about it until now, or didn't act on it until this very moment. <<s Henry>>Are you in or are you out, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I have known about <<light Julio>> since valentine. And I further knew there was more to him than he was letting on, though I didn't know what exactly prompted his actions. And now, <<light Henry>> wanted to move against him. <<s Author>>Why now, Henry?<</s>> I needed an answer. <<s Henry>>I need to do something, pull a thread.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>Make up for your failures with Thomia?<</s>> His face turned immedately sour at that, as I seemed to have triggered a particularly hurtful spot for him. <<s Henry>>It's taking too long.<</s>> He claimed, trying to bring us back to his decision, <<s Henry>>So are you in or are you out?<</s>> I had to make a choice. On the one hand, it was a fantastic opportunity to deal with a rival for the "Prom King" title. On the other hand, I was turning on a dude that had only been kind in the past, honest in his pursuits, as far as I knew. I didn't know that there was a correct choice here... <div id='choices'><<link "Count me in">><<pickup $class "EP Julio Arrest Helping" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Doing this would thankfully not impact my undercover work, if I played my cards right. And a part of me really believed it was the right choice to make. <<s Henry>>Good, I knew I could count on you.<</s>> Yet another side mission to add to an already full party. //Fun.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Count me out">><<pickup $class "EP Julio Arrest Watching" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to engage in that, remembering the help that <<light Julio>> had offered a while back on valentine, and how despite the way he spoke how well-meaning he truly was. I wouldn't turn on him like that. It didn't feel right. <<s Henry>>Well shit. You better not stand in the way, then.<</s>> He claimed. //I wasn't going to have to choose sides in this too, was I?// Unfortunately, it looked like I had no choice in the matter, <<light Henry>> still keen on getting his stupid job done, despite all the danger it carried, as he walked away from our shared desk, looking for another to help him... //I might have to keep a close eye on him during the easter party.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>An unusual sight troubled me as I worked alongside <<light Ria>> on the chemistry experiment we were given today. On the desk in front of me, <<light Henry>>, very unusually for him, was moving a bit too close to <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>>. He wasn't queer, that much I knew, but there was a real sense of urgency in the way he portrayed himself, in the way he spoke to <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>> in hushed tones. My curiosity was peeked, but my work on the experiment in front of me still demanded my attention. I needed to know what this was about. I also needed to secure a better grade for myself... <div id='choices'><<link "Ignore the experiment, spy on them">><<pickup $class "EP Julio Arrest Watching" 1>><<less "grade" 3>><<less "Ria" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to listen in. I needed to find out more. Unfortunately, I'd only receive snippets of a conversation. Enough to form an idea. <<s Henry>>Julio... Party... Friday.<</s>> Yes, enough. <<s Ria>><<print $name>> you dumb slut. You ruined our experiment!<</s>> Worth it. Trouble brews at the Easter Party between <<light Henry>> and <<light Julio>>, and <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>> seems caught in the middle. //Fun.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "My grade is more worthy of my attention">><<pickup $friendsevents "Julio Arrested" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to distract myself with meaninglessness. I knew there was nothing serious between these two, and so could rest assured that <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Alex>><</if>> would remain safe. //I hope.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

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<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Another Bathroom Break">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>First Class Seat</h3></center><<pickup $class "First Class Seat" 1>> Here I was, once more. Out of class and in the silence of an empty bathroom, the sound of my peeing the only thing breaking it. The memory of these moments passed here. The memory of other moments passed not too long ago across the ocean. I was back at my seat, and I was back to being alone here. And as my mind played with the possibility of doing something about it, something that would bring me pleasure and distract me from the monotony of the mathematics classed I had walked out on, I felt my heartbeat quicken just for a moment. Before catching once more. The door to the bathrooms opened with a bang, as I heard my rival clearly call out. <<s Angela>>Fucking do me right now.<</s>> The naughty cheerleader called out, not caring about anyone else being here. Her lover was more careful. <<s Matthew>>Wait, there might be-<</s>> Muffled by the sound of kisses, <<light Matthew>> was not able to warn the lady of his thought process, to stop her from what seemed to be wanton seeking of his body. After a while, I heard him relent. And a part of me toyed with the idea of staying, seeing where things might go between them. The recurrent theme was becoming a game between the three of us, and I felt my body already reacting to the thought of them being right outside the door. If I wanted to save face from more possible embarrassement, I needed to get myself out of that place as soon as possible. And if I wanted to ride that wave of pleasure and naughtiness, all I needed to do was... Stay. <div id='choices'><<link "Stay there">><<replace "#choices">>And stay I did. The only sight I could afford myself was the decorated walls on the inside of my stall as I sat in silence, listening to the wet sounds of lips clashing and dry sounds of clothes being fumbled. <<s Angela>>I need you in me, right now.<</s>> The erotic feminine voice of the woman I looked to defeat called out, as I heard the two of them shuffle out of their clothing. <<s Matthew>>Let's get in a stall at least.<</s>> The athletic swim captain suggested. And it seemed like they were both on the same page, shuffling to enter the stall right next to mine. //Right next to me!// Only a thin wooden wall seperated me from the intense lovemaking sounds between the two naughty lovers. <<s Angela>>I want to ride you.<</s>> The hot woman asked, and it seemed like her lover obliged as he grabbed his seat underneath her. <<s Angela>>You're fucking hard!<</s>> She said, almost stunned it seemed as she shuffled alongside him. It was like I was seeing them, the way their shuffling was oh so clear, the way their bodies were moving and making these preparatory sounds. I knew it was getting near. <<s Angela>>It really turns you on, doesn't it?<</s>> She asked teasingly. <<s Matthew>>Sit down already.<</s>> He called out. She was definitely teasing him... And teasing me alongside him. <<s Angela>>Answer me. Do you like doing this? Where anyone could hear?<</s>> She asked once more, demanding an answer. <<light Matthew>> might have wanted to portray himself as a macho man, but the promise of a wet pussy hovering over his cock was sending him to new heights of desperation. <<s Matthew>>I love doing it in public.<</s>> He admitted wantonly, no longer caring, but rather openly embracing that kink of his. <<s Matthew>>Oh fuck!<</s>> She must have given him his reward, as his groan sounded off in the echo-ey room, their movements slow for now. <div id='choices2'><<link "Enjoy their sounds">><<replace "#choices2">>I listened in as <<light Angela>>'s body moved on top of <<light Matthew>>'s, their bodies giving off that soft sound related to their activity, their grinding intensifying after a while, as their vocalizations grew more graphic: <<s Angela>>That's it, fuck your queen!<</s>> The head cheerleader called out with enthusiasm, eager to have his cock fuck her with intense motions. <<s Matthew>>Maybe not for long.<</s>> He said teasingly. They halted. <<s Angela>>Not right now.<</s>> The woman said in a whisper to him, an intense silence rising in the place. <<s Matthew>>Fuck, ok.<</s>> He said after a short moment, moving his hips to grind into her, it seemed, as she gave off a moan. <<s Angela>>Fucking asshole.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You love it, queen slut.<</s>> He said to her. The intensity of the moment kept rising, as her moans grew more vocal after that insult that he hurled at her. I listened in on them, grinding against one another right nearby, as I looked at the top of our stalls. There was distance there, a space on top that I could use to my advantage. If I stood on my toilet, I could potentially see them... And I wanted to. I wanted to witness that "Queen Slut" being debased on top of the cock grinding into her. <div id='choices3'><<if $open gte 80>><<link "Peek at them">><<pickup $class "Seat Angela Seen" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c3-1.jpg">> Standing on top of the bathroom, I struggled to keep an eye on what was happening in the stall nearby. My angle was difficult, and I didn't know how to catch a sight of what was happening. Yet I needed to see, the sounds of their lovemaking not enough for my imagination, as I leaned against the wall between us to get a clearer sight. <<s Matthew>>I am close.<</s>> The man said with clear urgency. <<s Angela>>Let me suck you off.<</s>> She replied as she dismounted him and moved into position, on her knees, in front of him. The moment that came after was a truly intense one. <<s Matthew>>You better swallow it all.<</s>> The man warned as he stroked himself in front of her face, her mouth agape to receive his load. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c3-2.jpg">> And her eyes were right on me, looking at them from above. I was busted, the naughty head cheerleader, my rival, aware of my presence there, not saying anything to her lover. <<s Matthew>>Fuck put your mouth around it bitch!<</s>> The man said. She completely ignored his order, instead preferring to focus on me as his sperm hit her face continuously. And her eyes stayed trained on mine, receiving that white tribute on her face, agonizingly enticing. I was loving it. It was hot. It was naughty. It was wrong. But I loved it. As I moved to hide from sight, and gather myself to leave, my pussy wet from the intensity of the moment, I felt a strange thrill rise through me. I was not only a voyeur. But being seen looking at them triggered some sort of exhibitionism in me. I was seen looking, and I kind of liked it. And the wink she gave me as I rushed out of the bathrooms, her face still covered with his seed, sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I was turned on by my rival's promiscuity. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c23-1.jpg">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Peek at them" "Not open enough (80)">><</if>> <<link "Simply enjoy the sounds">><<pickup $class "Seat Angela Unseen" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I sat there, feeling myself growing wetter and wetter, as I listened in on their intense love-making, debauched name-calling, and articulate moaning, the whole time being denied any visuals, and relying on my imagination. <<s Matthew>>I'm close.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Not inside.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You better swallow then, bitch.<</s>> I heard the shuffling, knowing that they were close to their completion, trying to imagine the scene in my head as <<light Angela>> kneeled in front of her arrogant lover. <<s Matthew>>Take it, slut.<</s>> I heard him say as her muffled moans joined his groans, her lips no wonder wrapped around his cock. And I took the intensity of the moment in, cursing myself for the intensifying arousal I was feeling. <<add "arousal" 50>> <<s Matthew>>Don't miss a fucking drop.<</s>> His porn knowledge was clear, using these words ever repeated in these naughty commercial scenes. They were probably used there for a reason, I thought, as his abuse brought me pleasure by proxy. I liked the feelings that coursed through me, as I allowed my imagination to play its games, though I also knew that if I was to stay any longer, I'd be putting myself in danger. I tried to gather myself and walk out, hoping that I wasn't seen, unsure of what <<light Angela>> might do if she did see me... <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c23-2.jpg">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 60>><<link "Play with myself as I listen">><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices2">>I listened in as <<light Angela>>'s body moved on top of <<light Matthew>>'s, their bodies giving off that soft sound related to their activity, their grinding intensifying after a while, as I felt myself lower my fingers to my wet folds, a naughty and needy interest rising through me. I allowed my fingers to graze against the outer lips of my needy wet pussy, feeling an intense pleaure. The sounds nearby covered my unintentional moan, as I got to work further on myself, spreading my legs atop the bathroom I found myself into. <<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/e4-me1.jpg">> As their fucking intensified right next to me, allowing me for more naughty activity of my own, their vocalizations grew more graphic: <<s Angela>>That's it, fuck your queen!<</s>> The head cheerleader called out with enthusiasm, eager to have his cock fuck her with intense motions. <<s Matthew>>Maybe not for long.<</s>> He said teasingly. They halted. <<s Angela>>Not right now.<</s>> The woman said in a whisper to him, an intense silence rising in the place. I stopped, not wanting to get caught. What would they think if they found me like that, here and now? I didn't dare move, hoping that this moment passed by, feeling my needy pussy calling for my fingers once more. I needed to get off while listening to them, but I still needed to be discreet about it... <<s Matthew>>Fuck, ok.<</s>> He said after a short moment, moving his hips to grind into her, it seemed, as she gave off a moan. //Thank you!// I thought as I allowed myself to play again. <<s Angela>>Fucking asshole.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You love it, queen slut.<</s>> He said to her. <<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/e4-me2.jpg">> The intensity of the moment kept rising, as her moans grew more vocal after that insult that he hurled at her, and my fingering action also grew in intensity. I listened in on them, grinding against one another right nearby, as I looked at the top of our stalls, my mouth agape in pleasureable feelings. There was distance there, a space. If I stood on my toilet, I could potentially see them... And I wanted to. I wanted to witness that "Queen Slut" being debased on top of the cock grinding into her, but I also felt myself getting closer to this ultimate satisfaction I was seeking, along with the groans of the man grinding into his slutty partner. <div id='choices3'><<if $open gte 80>><<link "Peek at them">><<add "arousal" 30>><<pickup $class "Seat Angela Seen" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c3-1.jpg">> Standing on top of the bathroom, I struggled to keep an eye on what was happening in the stall nearby. My angle was difficult, and I didn't know how to catch a sight of what was happening, my pussy still wet and demanding an attention I couldn't give it. I needed to see, the sounds of their lovemaking not enough for my imagination, as I leaned against the wall between us to get a clearer sight, ignoring my own pleasure to witness theirs. <<s Matthew>>I am close.<</s>> The man said with clear urgency. <<s Angela>>Let me suck you off.<</s>> She replied as she dismounted him and moved into position, on her knees, in front of him. The moment that came after was a truly intense one. <<s Matthew>>You better swallow it all.<</s>> The man warned as he stroked himself in front of her face, her mouth agape to receive his load. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c3-2.jpg">> And her eyes were right on me, looking at them from above. I was busted, the naughty head cheerleader, my rival, aware of my presence there, not saying anything to her lover. And my pussy spasmed at the realization. <<s Matthew>>Fuck put your mouth around it bitch!<</s>> The man said. She completely ignored his order, instead preferring to focus on me as his sperm hit her face continuously. And her eyes stayed trained on mine, receiving that white tribute on her face, agonizingly enticing. I was loving it. My pussy was loving it, wettening even further. It was hot. It was naughty. It was wrong. But I loved it. As I moved to hide from sight, and gather myself to leave, my pussy wet from the intensity of the moment, I felt a strange thrill rise through me. I was not only a voyeur. But being seen looking at them triggered some sort of exhibitionism in me, brought even more intense pleasure to my psyche. I was seen looking, and I kind of liked it. And the wink she gave me as I rushed out of the bathrooms, her face still covered with his seed, sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I was turned on by my rival's promiscuity. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c23-1.jpg">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Peek at them" "Not open enough (80)">><</if>> <<link "Enjoy the sounds as I keep playing">><<pickup $class "Seat Angela Unseen" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices3">><<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/e4-me3.jpg">> I couldn't stop my activity, feeling myself get closer and closer to a naughty pleasure that I needed to have for myself as soon as possible. And I pushed myself further and further, as I listened to their intense love-making right nearby. <<s Matthew>>I'm close.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Not inside.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You better swallow then, bitch.<</s>> I heard the shuffling, knowing that they were as close to me to their completion. And I raced across the finish line myself, wanting to reach pleasure in any way possible. <<s Matthew>>Take it, slut.<</s>> He said as I heard her muffled moans, her lips no wonder wrapped around his cock. And I took the intensity of the moment in, allowing myself to orgasm in muffled pleasure right nearby. I had masturbated to the sounds of their lovemaking, and I was loving it. <<s Matthew>>Don't miss a fucking drop.<</s>> His porn knowledge was clear, using these words ever repeated in these naughty commercial scenes. They were probably used for a reason, as his abuse brought me pleasure by proxy. I liked the feelings that coursed through me, as I allowed my imagination to play its games, and allowed myself to relax into the orgasm that rocked me. Yet I knew that if I was to stay any longer, I'd be putting myself in danger. I tried to gather myself and walk out, hoping that I wasn't seen, unsure of what <<light Angela>> might do if she did see me... <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c23-2.jpg">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Play with myself as I listen" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "They might be distracted. Walk out now.">><<replace "#choices2">>Hoping that this moment might be the opportune one for me leaving, I stood slowly, and silently started to open the door in front of me. But I was not to have luck in my movements, as I realized that the door to the stall next to me was open, and through it I could see the sight that had been playing in my mind moments ago, the vocalization of the moment lost on me. <<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/e4-c2-1.jpg">> The naughty head cheerleader was riding her lover's cock right in front of me, and me, a dear in headlights, had stopped to watch it happen. Turned on by the sight in front of me, I struggled to maintain eye contact with the attractive cheerleader. <<s Angela>>My eyes are up here.<</s>> The naughty woman teased me. <<s Matthew>>She's there?<</s>> The man behind her asked, right now swimming inside her folds as he fucked her from behind. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c2-2.jpg">> The slutty cheerleader spread herself to be more on display, allowing me a beautiful sight of her wet folds devouring the impressive member underneath her. <<s Angela>>Yeah, she thought she could sneak off.<</s>> She said about me, still staring me down as I constantly lost the contest, unable to keep my eyes away from the highly erotic sight that unfolded in front of me. <<s Matthew>>Hey <<print $name>>! Will you ever be strong enough to join?<</s>> The man decided to join in on the teasing, his words hitting deep. I felt turned on by the absolutely crazy moment I had found myself in. They knew. They somehow planned for this? And now, they were inviting me! Not wanting to allow myself even the thought of joining them, the relationship I had chosen myself somehow forgotten for a moment, I could only find it in me to rush away from there, trying to distance myself from them as fast as I could. This naughtiness was too hot for me, and there was no way I'd actually be interested in that... Right? <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/e4-c23-2.jpg">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Walk out now!">><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/e4-c1-1.jpg">> Her explorative hand was the first thing I noticed as I walked out of my stall, caught face to face with the naughty lovers as they played with one another. Rubbing him through his jeans, the naughty cheerleader almost halted her action as she looked at me stammer to find my words. <<s Author>>You guys should... Really check the place before you do this.<</s>> I said almost hesitantly. The smirk that appeared on <<light Angela>>'s face was putting me off. <<s Angela>>Don't act like a saint. We've been at this for a long while now.<</s>> The arrogant woman said, calling me out on my past behavior. //So they knew!// <<s Angela>>Think we're dumb enough to not notice?<</s>> She asked with a laugh, <<s Angela>>We've been toying with you, and you've constantly taken the bait.<</s>> Her claims were false, erronous... I didn't dare argue with her, though, as her explorative hand found her treasure, and revealed it. The image of his member poking out of his pants remained with me as I walked out of the space, not caring to wash my hands or anything else, only wanting to distance myself more and more from this erotic, entrancing sight. <<pichalf "classes/toilet-events/e4-c1-2.jpg">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

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<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "One Last Bathroom Break">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Joining the Music</h3></center><<pickup $class "Join the Music" 1>> <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Angela")>>A huge part of me was hoping exactly for that to happen when I walked into the bathrooms, having left my music class as I'd done multiple times before. My lovers, right here in the bathroom, engaged in what I'd become used from them to be doing. <<s Matthew>>Fuck come on please I need that release!<</s>> The star athlete was all but begging. <<s Angela>>I know you do. That's the frustrating part. It's like you forgot why this happened in the first place.<</s>> He was there with a reprimanding head cheerleader. <<s Angela>>You need to control your urges.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You can't blame me with the way you strut around, Angela!<</s>> All need for secrecy was gone for them. My curiosity was peaked as I moved closer, announcing myself to my lovers. <<s Angela>>It's becoming a habit, isn't it?<</s>> The head cheerleader asked then, somewhat in control. <<s Author>>Honestly, it's like everytime I'm here, you two are playing the same game with one another. We all know how that ends.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Do we?<</s>> It was interesting to be playing that game again with them, power dynamics being redefined at every turn between us, a need for some sort of proof of how things were to evolve between us.<<s Author>>Pretty sure.<</s>> I claimed then. As expected, she did what I thought she'd already been doing. He was already revealed to us, she just had to wrap her lips around him. <<vid "classes/joining-0.mp4">> But she was more than eager. And despite the way she was acting around his cock, <<light Matthew>> was a bit more controlled in his stature. There was definitely something going on between my lovers. <<s Angela>>You know you want to join me, come on...<</s>> My loving rival urged me. <<vid "classes/joining-1.mp4">> We all got busy, three lovers receiving and offering pleasure in these crammed bathrooms. <<s Matthew>>Oh fuck I've been wanting this for a while.<</s>> He said then, an eager man receiving his pleasure from competing babes. And I had to say, there was something oddly satisfying about sharing this cock with <<light Angela>>. Here, blowing him off, we were equal. Oddly enough, there was no rivalry. Like she was content with what was happening. <<vid "classes/joining-2.mp4">> I was enjoying it deeply, especially that it was happening alongside her. Her who was putting me down for so long, now blowing him off with an odd sense of satisfaction emanating from her. <<s Angela>>I want you to fuck him.<</s>> She announced in between licks, looking at me playfully. <<s Author>>I never have...<</s>> I didn't quite understand why there was a sudden change of approach to the relationship now. <<s Angela>>The man would love to fuck you.<</s>> She explained, <<s Angela>>Only chance you'd get.<</s>> Her eyes turned towards the star athlete as she said that last part. My horniness and the fact that I'd already been with them for a while now made the decision for me. <<s Author>>I'm game.<</s>> I said, stripping my clothes off, excited to be engaging in that play with the attractive man. <<s Matthew>>Fuckkk... Let's do this.<</s>> What beautiful desperation he spoke in... <<vid "classes/joining-3.mp4">> Moments later, I was lying against the stall walls, looking into the man's eyes, enjoying the way he was feeling inside of me, as he thrust deep into me. <<s Author>>Oh fuck.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Look at you working desperately to make her enjoy this.<</s>> He was, I realized, as he looked at me intently, wanting to make me feel good about this whole thing. And I was enjoying it, feeling more involved with every moment we continued to share with one another. <<vid "classes/joining-4.mp4">> Looking at him, I could see a desperation that I hadn't seen before. He was pushing himself, grinding into me with eager, powerful thrusts. And I was enjoying that greatly. There was something very satisfying about the way this was evolving, and I was enjoying it openly. <<s Author>>Oh fuck yes.<</s>> My moans were open, eager, and his thrusts were deep and fast. <<s Angela>>Beautiful.<</s>> The cheerleader did what she did best, cheer us on. <<vid "classes/joining-5.mp4">> Switching positions, <<light Matthew>> looked to thrust into me harder and harder as <<light Angela>> enjoyed the view we offered, seeing it all evolve in front of her. <<s Angela>>Come on, we don't have all day Matthew. Make it quick.<</s>> She said. <<s Matthew>>But our deal...<</s>> He hesitated, still thrusting into me though his rhythm was lost. <<s Angela>>You already lost it. You either cum and get in or it's over.<</s>> She said. <<s Angela>><<print $name>> you better go all out on me, don't disappoint your queen bee.<</s>> I was getting fucked, right here in public bathrooms, and they were having a conversation that required all too much attention. But the one thing that registered for now was that she was counting on me for something. //I needed to stay aware of what's happening if I wanted to please my mistress, my queen bee!// I wanted to be aware of what was happening, but at the same time there was a heightening pleasure that I couldn't deny... <div id='choices3'><<dark "Lose myself to pleasure" "Queen bee would be disappointed">> <<link "Stay aware of what's happening">><<replace "#choices3">>I couldn't let myself go of logic. I was getting pleasure out of it, but I also needed to be aware of what was happening, why they were acting so weird. His thrusts were intensifying as he spoke his words. <<s Matthew>>You said we get to fool around under your terms, and you wanted it today.<</s>> <<s Angela>>But we're not fooling around, you are.<</s>> She answered him. <<s Author>>What's going on?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Someone's going back on her word.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I'm not. You know what's the alternative, Matthew.<</s>> She was almost threatening him. <<s Matthew>>And you know I can control myself.<</s>> He claimed. There was definitely a lot going on in the background of this encounter... <<s Angela>>Really think so? Think you can last?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>At least longer than this slut.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey!<</s>> I put up a fake fight, realizing that I was exactly acting like a slut. Their slut. <<s Angela>>If you last longer than her you're free for the week.<</s>> The head cheerleader claimed. I realized the amount of power I had in that situation, and what I truly wanted to do... <div id='choices4'><<if $subdom gte -50>><<link "Make him cum. For her.">><<pickup $thoughts "Matthew in Chastity" 1 "Matthew Keys Her" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>Whatever it was, he wouldn't be lasting. I moved away from him. <<s Author>>Think you can last with me?<</s>> I teased then. <<s Angela>>You're helping me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Whatever it is, I feel like I should be helping you...<</s>> I explained. She smiled at me, a weird sense of cameraderie rising between us. I'd entered this relationship to be closer to her, and now playing with <<light Matthew>>'s cock to get him to lose whatever bet they had seemed to be the way to go in that. <<s Matthew>>Oh shit.<</s>> The man was quickly losing his mind as he saw that situation evolve in front of him. <<s Angela>>Turns you on to see us together, doesn't it?<</s>> She teased. He only nodded. <<s Angela>>Cum and you might get to see it again.<</s>> I knew she meant it, feeling a chill course through me at the thought of what that might feel like, realizing that the man that I was toying with was having the same sensation move across his body too. <<vid "classes/joining-cumming.mp4">> In my hand, his cock twitched, releasing his sperm into the air, a desperate attempt at breeding a missing ghost. <<s Angela>>That's it... What a good boy.<</s>> Her sadistic smile, when not aimed at me... Was kind of hot... I smiled at this entire situation, though that smiled turned into a surprise as I watched his cumming subside and <<light Angela>> reveal what they were truly talking about this whole time. <<s Author>>Is that... A chastity cage?<</s>> I couldn't believe it... Last Friday we had a class about it; and here she was bringing that promised element to the table. Well... To his penis. <<picmid "classes/joining-hischastity.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Early cage for you.<</s>> She said to our lover as his spent cock still twitched on the inside of its jail. <<s Author>>I can't believe you actually made that happen.<</s>> I said then. <<s Angela>>Thanks for the help.<</s>> She laughed, and I could see beauty in that smile. Had I just helped my rivaling lover cage our partner? What did that mean for the future of our relationship, and how would that affect me? //I guess only time would clarify that, I hoped...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Make him cum" "Too submissive for that (50)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 50>><<link "I want her to be proud of me. Do everything I can to make him cum!">><<pickup $class "Matthew in Chastity" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>I wanted her to be proud of me. I wanted her to know that her trust was put in the right spot. The illusion of choice I was faced with was how I'd get there. And being the submissive person I was, there was truly only one way I knew how to serve her glory. <<s Author>>That's it, fuck me like you mean it.<</s>> I moaned out naughtily. <<s Author>>Show the queen how you lose yourself to pleasure.<</s>> I was trying my best to have some control over the situation, the sensations of pleasure that were coursing through me too intense. Too great. And I was loving them, each and every one of them. <<s Author>>Please, fuck me, lose to her.<</s>> I almost begged. The only thing holding me together was my devotion to the queen bee, and the fact that I was serving her glory in that moment. Without her eyes staring at me with an odd sense of appreciation and loving engagement, I knew I had no chance of keeping it together. <<s Matthew>>Fuck how can you last like that?<</s>> He asked. I looked at him. <<s Author>>All in Her name.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Shower me with your cum, show her she wins.<</s>> I said to him. A power surged through me as I made my request. Channeling her intensity. Her will. He fell for it, finally, and a mini-orgasm coursed through me as I saw him move out, ready to serve me exactly what I needed. For her. And as he stood over me, boasting <<s Matthew>>Fuck you're so hot.<</s>> to me as I knelt in front of him, I was still feeling hot as I explained what was happening. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, Matthew.<</s>> I said, having truly wanted to see him succeed, <<s Author>>The queen bee gave her order, and I needed to follow.<</s>> <<s Angela>>What a good, obedient slut!<</s>> Came her humiliating praise. <<vid "classes/joining-facial.mp4">> His cum showered me across the face as he lost himself to the sensation, and the admission that though they'd brought in a submissive, they brought in one allegiant to the queen. <<s Angela>>That's it... What a good boy.<</s>> Her sadistic smile, when not aimed at me... Was kind of hot... I smiled at this entire situation, though that smiled turned into a surprise as I watched his cumming subside and <<light Angela>> reveal what they were truly talking about this whole time. <<s Author>>Is that... A chastity cage?<</s>> I couldn't believe it... Last Friday we had a class about it; and here she was bringing that promised element to the table. Well... To his penis. <<picmid "classes/joining-hischastity.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Early cage for you.<</s>> She said to our lover as his spent cock still twitched on the inside of its jail. <<s Author>>I can't believe you actually made that happen.<</s>> I said then. <<s Angela>>Thanks for the help.<</s>> She laughed, and I could see beauty in that smile. Had I just helped my rivaling lover cage our partner? What did that mean for the future of our relationship, and how would that affect me? //I guess only time would clarify that, I hoped...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him win." "Too dominant for that (50)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Matthew")>>A huge part of me was hoping exactly for that to happen when I walked into the bathrooms, having left my music class as I'd done multiple times before. My lovers, right here in the bathroom, engaged in what I'd become used from them to be doing. <<s Matthew>>Come on, you know you want it just as much as I do.<</s>> The star athlete was putting the moves on his partner. <<s Angela>>You know I do. That's the frustrating part. But it's like you forgot why this happened in the first place.<</s>> He was there with a reprimanding head cheerleader. <<s Angela>>You need to control your urges.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You can't blame me with the way you strut around, Angela!<</s>> All need for secrecy was gone for them. My curiosity was peaked as I moved closer, announcing myself to my lovers. <<s Matthew>>Or the way she does either.<</s>> He said. I thought back to our last time together at his place, where I was to satisfy him on her behalf. Where his control heightened. <<s Angela>>It's becoming a habit, isn't it?<</s>> The head cheerleader asked then, wanting to regain some control over the situation. <<s Angela>>Matthew told me how much fun you've had last time. Blew him well, didn't you?<</s>> She didn't know. Not everything at least. <<s Author>>Honestly, it's like everytime I'm here, you two are playing the same game with one another. We all know how that ends.<</s>> I teased her. <<s Angela>>Do we?<</s>> She turned to him, who stood there with such attention and arrogance. It was interesting to be playing that game again with them, power dynamics being redefined at every turn between us, a need for some sort of proof of how things were to evolve between us.<<s Author>>Pretty sure.<</s>> I claimed then. As expected, she did what I thought she'd already been doing. He was already revealed to us, she just had to wrap her lips around him. <<vid "classes/joining-0.mp4">> Was she trying to prove something to him? To me? Either way there she was submitting to his cock right in front of her rival. And she was more than eager. Despite the way she had been acting, <<light Matthew>> was a bit more controlled in his stature. There was definitely something going on between my lovers. <<s Angela>>You know you want to join me, come on...<</s>> My loving rival urged me. He winked at me, and nodded at the ground. He wanted it too, so there was no harm. <<vid "classes/joining-1.mp4">> We all got busy, three lovers receiving and offering pleasure in these crammed bathrooms. <<s Matthew>>Oh fuck I've been wanting this for a while.<</s>> He said then, an eager man receiving his pleasure from competing babes. And I had to say, there was something oddly satisfying about sharing this cock with <<light Angela>>. Here, blowing him off, we were equal. Oddly enough, there was no rivalry. Like she was content with what was happening. <<vid "classes/joining-2.mp4">> I was enjoying it deeply, especially that it was happening alongside her. Her who was putting me down for so long, now blowing him off with an odd sense of satisfaction emanating from her. <<s Matthew>>Go on, tell her.<</s>> He ordered my lover. <<s Angela>>I want you to fuck him.<</s>> She announced in between licks, looking at me with a clear need. She was asking me to fuck her partner right in front of her. The hold he had over her was so beautiful, and turning me on immensely. <<s Author>>I never have...<</s>> I tried lying, not understanding the sudden change in approach. <<s Angela>>The man would love to fuck you.<</s>> She explained, <<s Angela>>Only chance you'd get.<</s>> //She truly had no idea!// Her eyes turned towards the star athlete as she said that last part. My horniness and the fact that I'd already been with them for a while now made the decision for me, looking up to his eyes as he winked down at me. <<s Author>>I'm game.<</s>> I said, stripping my clothes off, excited to be engaging in that play with the attractive man. <<s Matthew>>Let's do this.<</s>> He was so in control... <<vid "classes/joining-3.mp4">> Moments later, I was lying against the stall walls, looking into the man's eyes, enjoying the way he was feeling inside of me, as he thrust deep into me. <<s Author>>Oh fuck.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Look at you working desperately to make her enjoy this.<</s>> He was, I realized, as he looked at me intently, wanting to make me feel good about this whole thing. It had happened once before, but now that his girlfriend was watching, there was a real intensity to his thrusts that didn't exist before. And I was enjoying it, feeling more involved with every moment we continued to share with one another. <<vid "classes/joining-4.mp4">> Looking at him, I could see a desperation that I hadn't seen before. He was pushing himself, grinding into me with eager, powerful thrusts. And I was enjoying that greatly. There was something very satisfying about the way this was evolving. <<s Author>>Oh fuck yes.<</s>> My moans were open, eager, and his thrusts were deep and fast. <<s Angela>>Beautiful.<</s>> The cheerleader did what she did best, cheer us on. <<vid "classes/joining-5.mp4">> Switching positions, <<light Matthew>> looked to thrust into me harder and harder as <<light Angela>> enjoyed the view we offered, seeing it all evolve in front of her. <<s Angela>>Come on, we don't have all day Matthew. Make it quick.<</s>> She said. <<s Matthew>>Oh you know our deal...<</s>> He spoke with a modicum of hesitation, though he continued to thrust into me, now slightly out of rhythm. <<s Angela>>You already lost it. You either cum and get in or it's over.<</s>> She said. I was getting fucked, right here in public bathrooms, and they were having a conversation that required all too much attention. I knew I wanted him to win, whatever the conversation was. I wanted to be aware of what was happening, but at the same time there was a heightening pleasure that I couldn't deny... <div id='choices3'><<link "Lose myself to pleasure">><<replace "#choices3">>I rode the waves of pleasure, as the couple argued over what was happening in the background. I didn't care, all I cared about was the pleasure my masculine lover waas offering me. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the fun I was having. And how close I was to my orgasm. <<s Angela>>Only if she cums.<</s>> The head cheerleader said. I could barely register a smile on his face. <<s Matthew>>You heard the lady. Cum for me, slut.<</s>> It was like I was waiting for them to allow me to do that, taking that opportunity to let the waves of pleasure rush through me, rocking my body back and forth against the man that fucked me, receiving an annoyed scoff from the woman watching us. It was like she was back to being herself. Though I didn't care, I was riding the beautiful wave. And losing my footing at the pleasure. And as he stood over me, boasting <<s Matthew>>I was so close to losing.<</s>> to our partner as I knelt in front of him, I was still feeling hot as he covered me with his seed, drops of sperm showing me just how good of a time I offered him. <<vid "classes/joining-facial.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>About time I take her too!<</s>> The man claimed then, and I couldn't help but agree. <<s Angela>>What a slut.<</s>> My feminine lover said then, storming off. He followed soon thereafter, leaving me behind with sperm to wash off, a well used slut. Whatever I did seemed to get on my rivaling lover's nerves, and it might end up being good... I hoped. Either way, it made it clear where I stood in our relationship, a slut to be used for both of their pleasures. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay aware of what's happening">><<replace "#choices3">>I couldn't let myself go of logic. I was getting pleasure out of it, but I also needed to be aware of what was happening, why they were acting so weird. His thrusts were intensifying as he spoke his words. <<s Matthew>>You wanted to fool around under your terms, and you wanted it today.<</s>> <<s Angela>>But we're not fooling around, you are.<</s>> She answered him. <<s Author>>What's going on?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Someone's going back on her word.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I'm not. You know what's the alternative, Matthew.<</s>> She was almost threatening him. <<s Matthew>>And you know I can control myself.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Matthew>>We chose <<print $name>> for that exact reason. I get to be with her without remorse, don't I?<</s>> The challenge between them was intense. <<s Angela>>Yes, but... Fuck it the challenge stands.<</s>> There was definitely a lot going on in the background of this encounter... <<s Angela>>Do you really think you can last?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>At least longer than this slut.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey!<</s>> I put up a fake fight, realizing that I was exactly acting like a slut. Their slut. <<s Angela>>If you last longer than her you're free to do whatever the fuck you want.<</s>> The head cheerleader claimed. When she admitted that, she lost. Because I knew I only wanted him to win. There was no other way, it was what I truly wanted to do, inside. <div id='choices4'><<dark "Make him cum" "I'm too submissive to him">> <<link "Lose myself to pleasure. Let him win.">><<replace "#choices4">>While I cared a bit about the bet they had, and wanted him to win, all that mattered at this point was the fun I was having. And how close I was to my orgasm. <<s Matthew>>You heard the lady. Cum for me, slut. Show her who's boss.<</s>> He urged me on. <<if $friendsevents.has("Matthew Angela Secret")>><br><<s Matthew>>Fucking cheating slut thinks she can get the better of me. Show her that I'll always win.<</s>> His erotic whisper to me was insane, hitting me in all the right spots.<</if>> It was like I was waiting for him to allow me to do that, taking that opportunity to let the waves of pleasure rush through me, rocking my body back and forth against the man that fucked me, receiving an annoyed scoff from the woman watching us. I had given him all he wanted, and it felt good to let him have one over me and her... It was like she was back to being herself, with the way she now stared at me. Though I didn't care, I was riding the beautiful wave. And losing my footing at the pleasure. And as he stood over me, boasting <<s Matthew>>I was so close to losing.<</s>> to our partner as I knelt in front of him, I was still feeling hot as he covered me with his seed, drops of sperm showing me just how good of a time I offered him. <<vid "classes/joining-facial.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>About time I got to play with her too.<</s>> The man claimed then, and I couldn't help but agree. <<s Angela>>What a slut.<</s>> My feminine lover said then, storming off. He looked at me there underneath him, a huge smile on his face. <<s Matthew>>Keep this up, and we'll soon have her eating out of the palm of my hand... And maybe yours.<</s>> He encouraged. I wanted nothing more than that. He followed soon thereafter, leaving me behind with sperm to wash off, a well used slut. Whatever I did in helping him win their bet seemed to get on my rivaling lover's nerves, and it might end up being good... I hoped. Either way, it made it clear where I stood in our relationship, a slut to be used for both of their pleasures. Though my horniness seemed to benefit <<light Matthew>> more and more... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Me")>>A huge part of me was hoping exactly for that to happen when I walked into the bathrooms, having left my music class as I'd done multiple times before. My lovers, right here in the bathroom, engaged in what I'd become used from them to be doing. Though the way they'd been relating to each other was a bit different, tense. <<s Matthew>>Come on, you know you want it just as much as I do. Please!<</s>> The star athlete was putting the moves on his partner. <<s Angela>>We both hope for it. That's the frustrating part. But it's like you forgot why this happened in the first place.<</s>> He was there with a reprimanding head cheerleader. <<s Angela>>You need to control your urges.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You can't blame me with the way you strut around, Angela!<</s>> All need for secrecy was gone for them. My curiosity was peaked as I moved closer, announcing myself to my lovers. They both drew back a bit, like children caught doing something they shouldn't be. <<s Matthew>>Or the way she does either.<</s>> He said hesitantly. I thought back to our last time together, and how our dynamics were continuing to be defined. <<s Angela>>It's becoming a habit, isn't it?<</s>> The head cheerleader asked then, smiling at me. <<s Angela>>We keep meeting like this.<</s>> I laughed at the subtle literary reference she made, though right now the tension was not subsiding. <<s Author>>What's the matter?<</s>> <<s Angela>>I'm trying to control him a bit more.<</s>> She said, <<s Angela>>Control his urges.<</s>> I was listening, intently. <<s Angela>>With his competition coming and all, if he ever wants a chance to win, he needs to keep his virility strong.<</s>> She explained. <<s Matthew>>This is stupid. Cumming doesn't impact my athletic ability, Angela.<</s>> It was an intriguing conversation. And I could feel like there was more to it. <<s Author>>You already have something for this, don't you, Angela?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Angela>>Yes. Tarnipp's class inspired me.<</s>> She admitted, showing what she had in hand. The chastity cage was an erotic looking one. Metallic, hardcore... A bit small. <<s Angela>>Could we please put it on him, control him?<</s>> She asked. A part of me thought this was a way for her to regain some control. Another wanted that control entirely to myself. And a third didn't want to ruin this man's ability to keep giving me orgasms whenever I ordered him to. <div id='choices'><<link "Put him in the cage">><<pickup $thoughts "Matthew in Chastity" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It was a hot prospect, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass us. Not now that I was extending my control over both of them. They needed control, and I'd provide them just that. <<picmid "classes/joining-hischastity.jpg">> That's how <<light Matthew>> found himself stuck in chastity, this fateful afternoon, groaning as his penis went flacid with time to fit. It took us the whole class for him to soften, his own body fighting against the cage, but it was finally done. <<s Angela>>It's for the best.<</s>> I didn't know if it was for the best for him, but I knew it was the best case scenario for me. I held onto the keys, two of them, as he walked out. <<s Angela>>Could... Could I please have one?<</s>> She asked. She asked, not ordered. How beautiful how much she's changed in these past few weeks. <<s Author>>Why should I?<</s>> I teased her. She seemed thoughtful. <<s Angela>>I... I think I could do a good job helping in this.<</s>> She tried explaining. I was thinking deeply of this. <div id='choices2'><<link "Give her one of the keys">><<pickup $thoughts "Rivals Relationship Me Him" 1>><<pickup $thoughts "Matthew Keys Me" 1 "Matthew Keys Her" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Okay. But only if you promise to ask me before doing anything with him.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Angela>>For sure.<</s>> She accepted my terms, taking one of the two keys. <<s Author>>Besides, there's way better places to find pleasure.<</s>> I added. Her blush was intense, and I knew she - at least partly - agreed. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Only I hold his keys">><<pickup $thoughts "Rivals Relationship Me Both" 1>><<pickup $thoughts "Matthew Keys Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>No.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>You gave me the cage because you want my control.<</s>> She blushed, realizing how much control she was losing. <<s Author>>Besides, I know it turns you on to know I somehow control you both.<</s>> I added, pocketing the keys she so needed. Her constant lack of control was getting to her, as I saw her blush deepen. She was falling off the deep end, and it seemed like it was progressively impacting her ability to stand up to me. Maybe I'll see her caged too, someday soon... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Me Him") or $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Me Both")>><<dark "That's not happening" "Why not, it extends my control over him!">><<else>><<link "That's not happening">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let that happen. After all, I wanted her to remember her place in this entire thing. <<s Author>>I'd consider putting you in a cage much more.<</s>> I threatened, seeing the smile appear on his face at that. <<s Author>>Your argument is crazy, Angela.<</s>> I added, <<s Author>>And I want free access to our lover's cock, don't you?<</s>> She bit her lip lecherously. //Of course she does.// <<s Author>>Now let's move this on and have some fun.<</s>> <<vid "classes/joining-2.mp4">> Our time in the bathroom was indeed a lot of fun. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<else>>I could hear them in the stall next to mine. <<s Matthew>>Fuck come on please I need that release!<</s>> The star athlete was all but begging. <<s Angela>>I know you do. That's the frustrating part. It's like you forgot why this happened in the first place.<</s>> He was there with a reprimanding head cheerleader. <<s Angela>>You need to control your urges.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You can't blame me with the way you strut around, Angela!<</s>> All need for secrecy was gone for them. <<s Angela>>Just this once. If she comes out.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Matthew>>Do we have to push?<</s>> <<s Angela>>Only way.<</s>> They were definitely talking about me. <<s Matthew>><<print $name>> can you please come? Please?<</s>> I knew I needed to get to the bottom of this just as much as he needed the release. I walked out. <<s Angela>>It's becoming a habit, isn't it?<</s>> The head cheerleader asked then, somewhat in control. <<s Author>>Honestly, it's like everytime I'm here, you two are playing the same game with one another. We all know how that ends.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Do we?<</s>> I was intrigued. Did they know something I didn't? And <<light Matthew>> was oddly silent. <<s Author>>Pretty sure.<</s>> I claimed then. As expected, she did what I thought she'd already been doing. He was already revealed to us, she just had to wrap her lips around him. <<vid "classes/joining-0.mp4">> But she was more than eager. And despite the way she was acting around his cock, <<light Matthew>> was a bit more controlled in his stature. There was definitely something going on... <<s Angela>>You know you want to join me, come on...<</s>> My main rival tried to push me into playing alongside her. She was somewhat right... If I didn't have a relationship. <<s Angela>>Don't you want to know what his cock tastes like?<</s>> She asked. //I never did... Did I?// <div id='choices'><<link "Fuck it, join them">><<replace "#choices">>I don't know what exactly compelled me. But a part of me was legitimately interested to find out what that would feel like. A part of me wanted nothing more than to let go and accept that cock in my mouth, despite what image it would strike to anyone there. Despite the power that it would give her over me. No one was around to witness it except these two. <<vid "classes/joining-1.mp4">> And they were just as busy as I was, receiving and offering pleasure in these crammed bathrooms. <<s Matthew>>Of fuck I've been wanting this for a while.<</s>> He said then, an eager man receiving his pleasure from competing babes. And I had to say, there was something oddly satisfying about sharing this cock with <<light Angela>>. Here, blowing him off, we were equal. Oddly enough, there was no rivalry. Like she was content with what was happening. <<vid "classes/joining-2.mp4">> I was enjoying it deeply, and weirdly enough, I was enjoying that it was happening alongside her. Her who was putting me down for so long, now blowing him off with an odd sense of satisfaction emanating from her. <<s Angela>>Do you want to try him out?<</s>> She said in between licks, looking at me playfully. <<s Author>>I... Already am?<</s>> I didn't quite understand what she meant. <<s Angela>>The man would love to fuck you.<</s>> She explained, <<s Angela>>Wouldn't you, darling?<</s>> She looked up at him, a playful smile on her face. <<s Angela>>Only chance you'd get.<</s>> I was just as horny as they were, I had to admit... But having him fuck me might be crossing a line, especially in the state they were in, with the way they were acting... <div id='choices2'><<link "Fuck him">><<pickup $class "Cheated with Matthew" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't care. <<s Author>>I'm game.<</s>> I said, stripping my clothes off, excited to be engaging in that play with the attractive man. <<s Matthew>>Fuckkk... Let's do this.<</s>> What beautiful desperation he spoke in... <<vid "classes/joining-3.mp4">> Moments later, I was lying against the stall walls, looking into the man's eyes, enjoying the way he was feeling inside of me, as he thrust deep into me. <<s Author>>Oh fuck.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Look at you working desperately to make her enjoy this.<</s>> He was, I realized, as he looked at me intently, wanting to make me feel good about this whole thing. And I was, though it still played in my mind as to why that was happening... <<vid "classes/joining-4.mp4">> Looking at him, I could see a desperation that I hadn't seen before. He was pushing himself, grinding into me with eager, powerful thrusts. And I was enjoying that greatly. There was something very satisfying about the way this was evolving, and I was enjoying it openly. <<s Author>>Oh fuck yes.<</s>> My moans were open, eager, and his thrusts were deep and fast. <<s Angela>>Beautiful.<</s>> The cheerleader did what she did best, cheer us on. <<vid "classes/joining-5.mp4">> Switching positions, <<light Matthew>> looked to thrust into me harder and harder as <<light Angela>> enjoyed the view we offered, seeing it all evolve in front of her. <<s Angela>>Come on, we don't have all day Matthew. Make it quick.<</s>> She said. <<s Matthew>>But our deal...<</s>> He hesitated, still thrusting into me though his rhythm was lost. <<s Angela>>You already lost it. You either cum and get in or it's over.<</s>> She said. I was getting fucked, right here in public bathrooms, and they were having a conversation that required all too much attention. I wanted to be aware of what was happening, but at the same time there was a heightening pleasure that I couldn't deny... <div id='choices3'><<link "Lose myself to pleasure">><<replace "#choices3">>I rode the waves of pleasure, as the couple argued over what was happening to no avail. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the fun I was having. And how close I was to my orgasm. <<s Angela>>Only if she cums.<</s>> The head cheerleader said. <<s Matthew>>You heard the lady. Cum for me, slut.<</s>> It was like I was waiting for them to allow me to do that, taking that opportunity to let the waves of pleasure rush through me, rocking my body back and forth against the man that fucked me, receiving an annoyed scoff from the woman watching us. It was like she was back to being herself. Though I didn't care, I was riding the beautiful wave. And losing my footing at the pleasure. And as he stood over me, boasting <<s Matthew>>I was so close to losing.<</s>> to his partner as I knelt in front of him, I was still feeling hot as he covered me with his seed, drops of sperm showing me just how good of a time I offered him. <<vid "classes/joining-facial.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>About time you give yourself over to me.<</s>> The man claimed then, and I couldn't help but agree. <<s Angela>>What a slut.<</s>> The woman said then, storming off. He followed soon thereafter, leaving me behind with sperm to wash off... //Did I just cheat on my partner?// I probably did, all for the pleasurable feeling that the arrogant white man would bring me. At least it made my rival mad... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay aware of what's happening">><<pickup $class "Matthew Chastity Known" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I couldn't let myself go of logic. I was getting pleasure out of it, but I also needed to be aware of what was happening, why they were acting so weird. His thrusts were intensifying as he spoke his words. <<s Matthew>>You said we get to fool around under your terms, and you wanted it today.<</s>> <<s Angela>>But we're not fooling around, you are.<</s>> She answered him. <<s Author>>What's going on?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Someone's going back on her word.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I'm not. You know what's the alternative, Matthew.<</s>> She was almost threatening him. <<s Matthew>>And you know I can control myself.<</s>> He claimed. There was definitely a lot going on in the background of this encounter... <<s Angela>>Really think so? Think you can last?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>At least longer than this slut.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey!<</s>> I put up a fake fight, realizing that I was exactly acting like a slut. <<s Angela>>If you last longer than her you're free for the week.<</s>> The head cheerleader claimed. I realized the amount of power I had in that situation, and what I truly wanted to do... <div id='choices4'><<if $subdom gte -50>><<link "Make him cum.">><<replace "#choices4">>Whatever it was, he wouldn't be lasting. I moved away from him. <<s Author>>Think you can last with me?<</s>> I teased then. <<s Angela>>You're helping me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Whatever it is, I feel like I should be helping you...<</s>> I explained. She smiled at me, a weird sense of camaraderie rising between us. <<s Matthew>>Oh shit.<</s>> The man was quickly losing his mind as he saw that situation evolve in front of him. <<s Angela>>Turns you on to see us together, doesn't it?<</s>> She teased. He only nodded. <<s Angela>>Cum and you might get to see it again.<</s>> Her promise might have no way of being followed through on, but she still made it. And he still bought it. <<vid "classes/joining-cumming.mp4">> In my hand, his cock twitched, releasing his sperm into the air, a desperate attempt at breeding a missing ghost. <<s Angela>>That's it... What a good boy.<</s>> Her sadistic smile, when not aimed at me... Was kind of hot... I smiled at this entire situation, though that smiled turned into a surprise as I watched his cumming subside and <<light Angela>> reveal what they were truly talking about this whole time. <<s Author>>Is that... A chastity cage?<</s>> I couldn't believe it... Last Friday we had a class about it; and here she was bringing that promised element to the table. Well... To his penis. <<picmid "classes/joining-hischastity.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Early cage for you.<</s>> She said to the man as his spent cock still twitched on the inside of its jail. <<s Author>>I can't believe you actually made that happen.<</s>> I said then. <<s Angela>>Thanks for the help.<</s>> She laughed, and I could see beauty in that smile. Had I just helped my rival cage her partner? What did that mean for the future of their relationship, and how would that related to me? //I guess only time would clarify that...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Make him cum" "Too submissive for that (50)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 50>><<link "Lose myself to pleasure. Let him win.">><<replace "#choices4">>It didn't matter to me whatever bet they were on. All that mattered was the fun I was having. And how close I was to my orgasm. <<s Matthew>>You heard the lady. Cum for me, slut. Show her who's boss.<</s>> It was like I was waiting for him to allow me to do that, taking that opportunity to let the waves of pleasure rush through me, rocking my body back and forth against the man that fucked me, receiving an annoyed scoff from the woman watching us. I had given him all he wanted, and it felt good to let him have one over me and her... It was like she was back to being herself, with the way she now stared at me. Though I didn't care, I was riding the beautiful wave. And losing my footing at the pleasure. And as he stood over me, boasting <<s Matthew>>I was so close to losing.<</s>> to his partner as I knelt in front of him, I was still feeling hot as he covered me with his seed, drops of sperm showing me just how good of a time I offered him. <<vid "classes/joining-facial.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>About time you give yourself over to me.<</s>> The man claimed then, and I couldn't help but agree. <<s Angela>>What a slut.<</s>> The woman said then, storming off. He followed soon thereafter, leaving me behind with sperm to wash off... //Did I just cheat on my partner?// I probably did, all for the pleasurable feeling that the arrogant white man would bring me. At least it made my rival mad... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him win." "Too dominant for that (50)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "I'd definitely be cheating on my partner">> <<link "I'm doing no such thing.">><<replace "#choices2">>I might have started playing with the man and blown him off alongside her, but I wasn't going to go any further. Not when I had so much to lose. <<s Author>>I don't think I'm up for that...<</s>> I said, almost apologetically. <<light Angela>> simply grinned at me, as she arranged herself into position in front of me. <<s Angela>>Too bad, here I thought we had something going on...<</s>> <<vid "classes/joining-5.mp4">> Was that her weird way of extending an olive branch or something? Whatever it was, I watched them fucking right there in the open area of the bathrooms, as I moved towards the door to keep an eye out for anyone coming in... I at least owed them that, didn't that? <<s Angela>>You better make it count, lover.<</s>> The head cheerleader gave a sort of warning, possibly part of whatever secret game they were playing. I had to admit to myself that it was fun to be part of this, though I couldn't see myself doing any more... //Yet?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This might impact my relationship">> <<link "I'm not doing such a thing.">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to do any such thing, regardless of how enticing her and the cock she was serving looked. This was way beyond anything I'd ever be doing with either of them. <<s Angela>>Then don't fucking come here, gosh!<</s>> She almost kicked me out of the bathroom, all to simply have her fun with her partner. //That blunt approach of theirs was really weird.// Whatever test it was that they had going on, I wasn't going to let them have any advantage over me. I figured that my choice was the best way to deal with that situation... I was almost entriely certain of it... Almost. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "After the classs">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Literary Vices</h3></center><<pickup $class "Join the Music" 1>> Today's class, weirdly enough, was uneventful. What happened after however... <<if $advantage is "Yara">><<vid "classes/literary-cunni1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> had continued her seduction of the blonde activist, actively having her lick <<light Eva>>'s behind the best way she knew how. With alluring force and seductive words. <<s Yara>>That's it, you sexy minx. Let go and embrace that feeling.<</s>> And the blonde was eagerly letting go, enjoying what was happening and further accepting the athlete's power over her. A beautiful, deeply seductive continuation of the scene that had unfolded last Friday at my place. And one that they were clearly both eagerly riding. <<vid "classes/literary-cunni2.mp4">> My mistress wanted her own pleasure too, soon thereafter, making sure that she received it from <<light Jasmin>>'s explorative amateur tongue. <<s Yara>>You might be used to black cocks, but woman's members are a whole different beast alltogether.<</s>> The dominant woman teased with a short laugh, definitely enjoying what was happening. <<s Yara>>Keep it going.<</s>> Her encouragements were met with eager work from the blonde babe, as <<light Jasmin>> worked on her. <<vid "classes/literary-play.mp4">> On another end, <<light Eva>> and I played with each other as we watched it all unfold, eager to be seeing our harem grow. We were constantly proving ourselves to our mistress, and it was paying off really well. And I kind of liked it, seeing the harem grow. Sure, we all followed the beautifully dominant woman like the pets we were, but at least we got to enjoy each other while we watched her seduce us one after the other... And the more of us there was, the more there was to enjoy while we waited for our turn with our mistress. //Win-win-win!//<<elseif $advantage is "Jerome">><<pichalf "classes/literary-showoff.jpg">> <<light Jerome>> had asked <<light Yara>> to stay behind, exposing himself to her as he watched her slowly accept his advances. Slowly succumb to his power. This time, unlike the last, she didn't fake her disgust. She was admitting that he looked good. <<s Jerome>>Tell me more.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I honestly had no idea they made them that big.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/literary-sizing.jpg">> She was sizing him up against her arm. And saying things that were just as weird as the sight that was evolving in front of me. <<s Jerome>>They... Who is they?<</s>> The man called her out on it. <<s Yara>>I... I don't know.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>We just had a literature class.<</s>> He laughed, <<s Jerome>>I guess all logic gets thrown out the window the moment a BBC appears huh.<</s>> He was making fun of her, and she was taking it like a champ. Right here, in front of me, the once dominant woman was accepting the more dominant, cruel man's advances. <<vid "classes/literary-angryhj.mp4">> And despite her frown, she was still serving him, still providing him the pleasure he seeked, still playing with his big black cock with all the eagerness she could muster. A beautiful sight of seduction, of subjugation. One that we, <<light Jasmin>> and I, were witnessing firsthand. <<light Jerome>> was slowly making his rounds, and it was working out perfectly for him. <<s Jerome>>This friday, you're mine.<</s>> It was not a threat, it was a promise. And the moan she gave off when she heard it all but confirmed she was actually interested in that happening... As was I, imagining the most confident woman at school finally falling for BBC, enslaved by its power... <<picmid "classes/literary-jeromeend.jpg">> The mere thought of it turned me on immensely. <<elseif $advantage is "Me">><<vid "classes/literary-cunni1.mp4">> I had set my eyes on the beautiful <<light Jasmin>>, playing my cards right progressively to eventually bring her exactly here. On her knees and playing with <<light Yara>>'s pussy, dipping into it like a tasty meal. <<s Yara>>Mmmm fuckkk.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's it, babe. Hear her moans and rejoice in a job well done.<</s>> I encouraged her as the melodic tunes were being played out of the athlete. It was a beautiful sight to see, as I continued my expert play from my birthday evening here in class, seeing the girls playing with one another and enjoying the scene immensely. I was getting turned on, and soon was the one receiving her own pleasure. <<vid "classes/literary-cunni2.mp4">> Of course, <<light Jasmin>> left a lot to be hoped when it came to her sapphic abilities, and I wasn't going to let her feel demotivated about it. <<s Author>>I know you're used to BBC, but we'll make you an expert cunt-muncher in no time.<</s>> I teased her playfully as I grining against her beautiful pouting lips. Her moans of appreciation merged with the pleasureful ones I gave, as she accepted my guidance, and rejoiced in the play I was making. Alongside us, my other two pets were eagerly playing with one another as they watched us interact. <<vid "classes/literary-play.mp4">> <<s Author>>You two make a cute couple!<</s>> I encouraged them playing with one another as I continued my pleasurable manipulation of our latest addition. <<s Author>>The bigger my harem, the more women you'll get to play with whil watching.<</s>> I promised them, already imagining just how far we can grow this following I was creating. I could feel myself wetten at the mere thought. <<light Jasmin>> licking away with reckless abandon also helped. //I'd dominate the whole school, in time... Future Lesbo Prom Queen.// <<else>>Today's class, weirdly enough, was uneventful. As I left the room though, I saw <<light Yara>> and <<light Jerome>> stay behind, no wonder to address the thing that happened at my birthday one final time... Whatever it was, it would be put to bed. Once and for all.<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg" "Dance Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Partner Up to Dance</h3></center><<pickup $class "Partner Up to Dance" 1>> Dance class again! And this time, we had to partner up and make it more of an intimate dance as opposed to previous times where we'd group up. I had my fair share of options between my classmates on who I'd want to be joining in that dance exercise, though I knew that I needed to give priority to my actual partner. After all, what was the point of this class if not to enjoy some intimacy with my loved one? <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>> seemed to have that all figured out! <<if $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>Come on darling. I want you to be my partner.<</s>> My loving partner approached me with confidence, choosing me over <<light Jasmin>> for today's dance. I felt thrilled. Certainly bad for my female counterpart, but I knew that this was an opportunity I couldn't miss on myself. <<s Author>>I'd love to join you in that dance.<</s>> I said, as we made our way to our corner to practice. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-jeromesensual.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>Honestly this kind of dancing is stupid. It's nothing like real dancing.<</s>> He claimed, as he struggled to follow the steps of our waltz. <<s Author>>How do you mean? It's a waltz, it's well known!<</s>> I said. <<s Jerome>>Not something you really find in a club somewhere, is it?<</s>> He claimed, pointing out his view. <<s Author>>Well... Obviously not. Everyone's constantly horny there.<</s>> I said with honesty. <<s Jerome>>So if we're horny here, then it'd be okay to dance these dances?<</s>> He asked arrogantly, a creepy smile appearing on his face. <<s Author>>Not here!<</s>> I said to him as he grabbed me closer. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin, and Mya would've went all in.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not them.<</s>> I claimed. He gave me his arrogant smile as he looked thoughtful for a moment. <<s Jerome>>That's true. And that's why I wanted to dance with you.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Is our bull showing a heart?<</s>> I asked him teasingly. <<s Jerome>>Quite the opposite.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Jerome>>I need help with another to add to the harem.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-erotic.jpg">> My mind went back to yesterday's class, the one where we decided on groups. The one where he bluntly and arrogantly approached <<light Yara>> in. <<s Author>>Yara?<</s>> I asked, incredulous. <<s Jerome>>She'd look good with her lips wrapped around my member.<</s>> He said teasingly. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin agrees with it, and so does Mya.<</s>> <<s Author>>I should have expected you already talking about it with them.<</s>> I felt left out. <<s Jerome>>That was before you showed up, <<print $name>>, and showed clear interest. That's why Jasmin and I were having a rough patch last month, and why Mya ultimately joined in.<</s>> Things were clearing up more and more, and they made sense. I myself didn't know what to think about the whole situation. <<light Yara>> was a very attractive woman after all... <<s Jerome>>The plan is already set in motion, actually.<</s>> He said, moving my head to see what observing. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-behind.jpg">> <<link "Watch it unfold" "Partner Up MyaYara">><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>Come on darling. I want you to be my partner.<</s>> My loving partner approached me with confidence, choosing me over <<light Jasmin>> for today's dance. I felt thrilled. Certainly bad for my female counterpart, but I knew that this was an opportunity I couldn't miss on myself. <<s Author>>I'd love to join you in that dance.<</s>> I said, as we made our way to our corner to practice. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-jeromesensual.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>Honestly this kind of dancing is stupid. It's nothing like real dancing.<</s>> He claimed, as he struggled to follow the steps of our waltz. <<s Author>>How do you mean? It's a waltz, it's well known!<</s>> I said. <<s Jerome>>Not something you really find in a club somewhere, is it?<</s>> He claimed, pointing out his view. <<s Author>>Well... Obviously not. Everyone's constantly horny there.<</s>> I said with honesty. <<s Jerome>>So if we're horny here, then it'd be okay to dance these dances?<</s>> He asked arrogantly, a creepy smile appearing on his face. <<s Author>>Not here!<</s>> I said to him as he grabbed me closer. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin would've went all in.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not her.<</s>> I claimed. He gave me his arrogant smile as he looked thoughtful for a moment. <<s Jerome>>That's true. And that's why I wanted to dance with you.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Is our bull showing a heart?<</s>> I asked him teasingly. <<s Jerome>>Quite the opposite.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Jerome>>I need help with another.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-erotic.jpg">> My mind went back to yesterday's class, the one where we decided on groups. The one where he bluntly and arrogantly approached <<light Yara>> in. <<s Author>>Yara?<</s>> I asked, incredulous. <<s Jerome>>She'd look good with her lips wrapped around my member.<</s>> He said teasingly. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin agrees with it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I didn't know you two were talking without me.<</s>> I felt left out. <<s Jerome>>That was before you showed up, <<print $name>>, and showed clear interest. That's why Jasmin and I were having a rough patch last month.<</s>> Things were clearing up more and more, and they made sense. I myself didn't know what to think about the whole situation. <<light Yara>> was a very attractive woman after all... <<s Jerome>>So what do you think, <<print $name>>?<</s>> As he took his place behind me, his hand glided, discovering more of my body in more demanding movements, as he got me close to giving an answer. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-behind.jpg">> What did I really think of it all? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "You're our bull, you decide it all">><<replace "#choices">>I felt submissive in the arms of my dominant partner. A man who knew his place, and made sure that both <<light Jasmin>> and I knew it as well. An ambitious man, who wouldn't be satisfied with the two of us. And I had to be honest, something deep inside me thrilled me at the thought of seeing him seduce <<light Yara>> right here in class. His arrogant nature has long been attractive to me, and I wanted to see more of it in action. I just hoped that <<light Yara>> would see in him what I see. Physical perfection and dominant nature. <<s Author>>You're our bull, Jerome, you decide it all.<</s>> I said to him submissively as I grinded myself against him. My dominant partner smiled down at me, and his whisper sent shivers down my spine. <<s Jerome>>Good Girl.<</s>> He said with a wide smile, knowing the effect his words would have on me, knowing that he'd have to immediately hold me up as I felt weak in the knees. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 30>><<link "Seek all you want, remember who's your mains.">><<replace "#choices">>The bull, the brute of a black man that always had wandering eyes, needed to be reminded of a few things. <<s Author>>You can seek all you want, Jerome. But remember who is your main lovers.<</s>> I said, offfering him the freedom he so soke and yet reminding him of his rightful place. He might be an arrogant, dominant bastard, but with me, these kind of games would not fly. The man had ambition, I'd give him that, and his natural charisma was undeniable. But I was also a gem to be taken care of, and I demanded attention. And if he was to be my partner, he'd do well to acknowledge it. <<s Jerome>>I like your spirit, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said with a smirk appearing on his face. <<s Jerome>>And that's why I wanted to dance with you today.<</s>> His hands were roaming, but he respected the limitations I had placed earlier. He respected my body. <<s Jerome>>I don't want mindless bimboes serving me. I want enthusiastic partners.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Jerome>>So I know. I know where my true interests lie.<</s>> He admitted. I could feel myself smile at this admission. <<s Jerome>>The mind might roam, but we both know that this chemistry right here cannot be duplicated.<</s>> He explained. While he might be selling me the words he might've known I wanted to hear, I decided to give my partner the benefit of the doubt as he continued his dance with me. After all, as he said, what's wrong with a bit more fun? On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Define your dynamics further" "Not dominant or submissive enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Yara's the most dominant woman I know, there's no way she's agreeing.">><<replace "#choices">>I knew <<light Yara>>, and I knew that she was the most dominant woman I knew. <<s Author>>I find it hard to believe that Yara would ever agree to dancing with you.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Jerome>>I know, I know, she's probably a lesbian.<</s>> He claimed, his hand grasping my ass. <<s Jerome>>But it's definitely worth the try.<</s>> I needed to warn my partner against that line of thought. <<s Author>>Jerome... If you go through with this, don't blame the girl for slapping you across the face.<</s>> I said. He laughed, continuing his dance in silence, apparently thinking of how to approach this challenge. I knew the next dance class would bring with it a unique sight, and a part of me was thrilled to discover what that might look like... On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Worth a try!">><<replace "#choices">>I knew <<light Yara>> was once a dominant person, but I also knew that <<light Jerome>> had an innate, natural charisma that couldn't be ignored. Regardless of a person's sexuality. <<s Author>>Honestly, Jerome? It's worth the try.<</s>> I said to my partner, moving in closer to him. <<s Author>>Who knows, maybe she secretely does want you?<</s>> His smile widened even more. <<s Jerome>>Obviously she does, all y'all do but act shy around it.<</s>> He said in an arrogant manner, before pressing me even closer to him. <<s Jerome>>That's why I like you, <<print $name>>. You've stopped pretending.<</s>> He added. I felt myself blush at his statement, secretely imagining what this entire thing was soon to look like. Next dance class was sure to be interesting, I felt. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "I don't think it's fair to us that you seek her too.">><<pickup $friendsevents "JHarem Hesitant" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to be honest with my partner. <<s Author>>I don't think it's fair to either of Jasmina nd I that you seek her too, Jerome.<</s>> I spoke plainly. His passion, his closeness, turned dry. <<s Jerome>>Damn, girl. And here I thought we were having something fun.<</s>> He said with frustration. <<s Author>>It's what I think.<</s>> I said. <<s Jerome>>An open conversation is needed then.<</s>> He counter-acted. <<s Jerome>>This Friday.<</s>> I knew that I needed to stand my ground in his face if I wanted this relationship to remain exclusive. And I knew that this coming Friday's date would have a hard conversation about that. I just needed to hope that <<light Jasmin>> would take my side in this. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> My loving <<light Jasmin>> moved alongside me, a beautiful dance that brought with it a pleasurable feeling. We could finally be together like that, away from the influence of a man that had long commanded her time as if it was his. Finally, we could be public about our love for one another, and we could embrace each other openly like that. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-natural.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>I'm sorry about yesterday.<</s>> She said in my ear as we continued our dance, enjoying one another's company. <<s Jasmin>>I cracked in front of him.<</s>> It needed to be addressed, but part of me did not want to ruin this moment between us. <<s Author>>He's an annoying man, I know.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>But don't play into his hand.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'm afraid we already have.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Author>>Darling, if he thinks he can get the better of us, he's sadly mistaken.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Jasmin>>I... I trust you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>Besides, we shouldn't worry about that. We should worry about Friday's date. I want us to go out.<</s>> I stated. <<s Jasmin>>I'll convince my father.<</s>> She said to me. I brought her closer. <<s Author>>We'll get through this, together.<</s>> I said back to her lovingly. People were giving us our space, we were being a beautiful couple that was following the instructions well, and they were appreciative of it. But none of it mattered to me. All that mattered was the woman in my arms. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<pic Ella>><</pic>> One of my partners was in my arms, a beautiful lady with beautiful moves, our bodies swaying alongside one another, enjoying the feeling of ourselves against one another. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-natural.jpg">> <<light Ella>> was embracing her femininity in my arms. In a weird way, her own femininity brought out of me a protectiveness as I danced with her. And I enjoyed it. There was something oddly alluring about this, and I didn't shy away from it. After all, the emotions were honest, as our bodies swung against one another, as we embraced the moment and emotions coursing through us. <<s Ella>>I really love dancing with you, <<print $name>>. It feels natural.<</s>> She said. I reciprocated the feeling, and shared that. <<s Ella>>I'm sorry you've had to choose between <<light Eva>> and I for the group project yesterday...<</s>> She felt compelled to add, alluding to the tough decision I had to make. <<s Author>>It is what it is. You're a great artist and are sought after.<</s>> I said to her. <<light Ella>>'s smile was too big to ignore. The beautiful trans girl was more than her gender identity or her struggle in expression. She was an artist that longed to be recognized for her art, and I saw her clearly, and I showed her I did. She appreciated it even more, coming from me. <<s Ella>>You don't have to say that.<</s>> <<s Author>>Darling, I want to say that about my partner! You're fantastic!<</s>> I said to her with clear and honest emotions. Her shy smile brought a smile to my own face. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "ellaonly">><<pic Ella>><</pic>> My partner was in my arms, a beautiful lady with beautiful moves, our bodies swaying alongside one another, enjoying the feeling of ourselves against one another. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-natural.jpg">> <<light Ella>> was embracing her femininity in my arms. In a weird way, her own femininity brought out of me a protectiveness as I danced with her. And I enjoyed it. There was something oddly alluring about this, and I didn't shy away from it. After all, the emotions were honest, as our bodies swung against one another, as we embraced the moment and emotions coursing through us. <<s Ella>>I really love dancing with you, <<print $name>>. It feels natural.<</s>> She said. I reciprocated the feeling, and shared that fact with her. <<s Ella>>I'm sorry you've had to choose between your friends for the group project yesterday...<</s>> She felt compelled to add, alluding to the tough decision I had to make. <<s Author>>It is what it is. You're a great artist and are sought after.<</s>> I said to her. <<light Ella>>'s smile was too big to ignore. The beautiful trans girl was more than her gender identity or her struggle in expression. She was an artist that longed to be recognized for her art, and I saw her clearly, and I showed her I did. She appreciated it even more, coming from me. <<s Ella>>You don't have to say that.<</s>> <<s Author>>Darling, I want to say that about my partner! You're fantastic!<</s>> I said to her with clear and honest emotions. Her shy smile brought a smile to my own face. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> I danced with <<light Yara>>, our bodies interescted, rubbing against one another with beautiful emotion and energy. There was a clear leader and a clear follower in our interactions, and everyone that surrounded us was well aware of it. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-sub.jpg">> The power dynamics between us were clear to the entirety of the class, and those who had missed out on the trip on Spring Break were being made quite aware of it. It felt nice to finally be validated for it, an honesty washing over us as we made a display of it. I could see <<light Eva>>'s eyes following us from her corner of the room as she danced with <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, a jealousy apparent in the way she looked with avid attention. However, that was not the only area of interest in the space we found ourselves in. <<light Yara>> whispered in my ear. <<s Yara>>Jasmin is looking at us.<</s>> She said in a soft, muted whisper. I slyly turned my lover around to check what she was seeing, and indeed found <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes planted on us. <<s Author>>Think she's jealous?<</s>> I asked her in the same low tone, as I winked at <<light Jasmin>> with her own partner. <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>In <<light Jerome>>'s arms, she was also having an intense conversation with him, before they turned around and he looked in my direction, giving me a wink himself. They probably had noticed me, but then again the tension was clear.<<else>>She was not as engaged with her own partner as she was in what we had to offer, her dancing a bit distracted as she watched along. On the other hand, there was something quite compelling about her stares, something deeper than just curiosity.<</if>> <<s Author>>After yesterday's whole group thing, there's a lot of tension, don't you think?<</s>> I asked my partner as I swung us around, giving her back the opportunity to watch that corner of the room. <<s Yara>>Tension is nice.<</s>> She stated. <<s Yara>>Where it leads to is less known.<</s>> She had a point. <<s Author>>Maybe she wants to join us.<</s>> I whispered in my dance partner's ear, before we moved on with the dance, our bodies swinging in beautiful unison. <<s Yara>>I'd like that.<</s>> The sentiment was shared. After all, a harem was being built, and <<light Jasmin>> has shown me her tendencies in the past... <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-dom.jpg">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> Dancing with <<light Yara>> in front of everyone without feeling the need to hide any of our true intentions was a beautiful feeling, as we swayed against one another in attractive motions, our bodies close with respect. There was something beautifully enticing about being able to be openly romantic with my partner in front of all our friends and classmates, regardless of what was happening behind closed doors. Our relationship was entirely special to us, and we both could feel it clearly, and appreciate it fully. <<s Yara>>This feels nice.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-natural.jpg">> I felt empowered to know that she shared the way I felt, unconsciously moving ever closer to her to show her my physical acceptance of this entire arrangement, an arrangement that I found very... right. There was something right about this. Something right about this engagement, about holding each other so confidently, so openly, so lovingly. And it was something I truly cherished. Because yes, we had our dynamics behind closed doors, but it didn't have to be translated in every moment of our existence. Though now, with the closeness between our bodies, with the way we swayed against one another, with the way we were enjoying each other's bodies... The usual nagging came to my mind, as our legs intertwined a bit more and our bodies started growing even closer... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Submissive" or $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<link "Take control of the dance">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-dom.jpg">> A part of me just had to take control of that dance, just had to lead my partner in our motions, a natural advancement of the closeness of our bodies. <<light Yara>> had started embracing her part, as was I, and we were continuously exploring the dimensions of our engagement. And through that, we were enjoying this beautiful rearrangement of our dynamics, especially when it happened in public. <<s Yara>>People are looking.<</s>> She whispered weakly in my ear. <<s Author>>And they are enjoying what they see.<</s>> I said back as I moved her with expert motions. After all, it wasn't every day that one got to see two prom queen prospects grinding against one another in loving motions, or that two attractive lesbian women put on a show for them. And I could feel and see their eyes on us, and it felt amazing. <<s Author>>Let's give them a show.<</s>> <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-sensual.mp4">> Lured into the same sentiment of publicity and the naughtiness of the moment, <<light Yara>> forgot about everyone else and allowed herself to grind a bit more than normal against me, as my arms held her and our motions turned from sultry to sexual. It didn't matter how many people were looking, we were together and we were enjoying this. And that's what was truly going through my mind. However, I had to be honest. A particular set of eyes was looking in my direction. A certain <<light Jerome>> who was very particular about his stare. His eyes were observing not only me, but in particular the submissive partner that I had in my arms. And he was feasting on that display. A wave of jealousy coursed through me as his eyes observed my partner's sexy body moving against mine. Was he...? Regardless of what his intentions were, this particular man showing interest in my partner was a worriesome development. I knew I'd have to keep an eye on this direct advancement from yesterday's group project class. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-yara-dancing.mp4">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Half Domme" and $subdom gte 30 or $yaracharacter is "Bisexual" and $subdom gte 30>><<link "Take control of the dance">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-dom.jpg">> A part of me just had to take control of that dance, just had to lead my partner in our motions, a natural advancement of the closeness of our bodies. <<light Yara>> was weirded out by my sudden confidence, going against what I knew her character was, but somehow welcomed it, showing that we were continuously exploring the dimensions of our engagement. And through that, we were enjoying this beautiful rearrangement of our dynamics, especially as it happened in public. <<s Yara>>People are looking.<</s>> She whispered weakly in my ear, worried about this public perception. <<s Author>>And they are enjoying what they see.<</s>> I said back as I moved her with expert motions. After all, it wasn't every day that one got to see two prom queen prospects grinding against one another in loving motions, or that two attractive lesbian women put on a show for them. And I could feel and see their eyes on us, and it felt amazing. <<s Author>>Let's give them a show.<</s>> <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-sensual.mp4">> Lured into the same sentiment of publicity and the naughtiness of the moment, <<light Yara>> forgot about everyone else and allowed herself to grind a bit more than normal against me, as my arms held her and our motions turned from sultry to sexual. It didn't matter how many people were looking, we were together and we were enjoying this. And that's what was truly going through my mind. However, I had to be honest. A particular set of eyes was looking in my direction. A certain <<light Jerome>> who was very particular about his stare. His eyes were observing not only me, but in particular the submissive partner that I had in my arms. And he was feasting on that display. <<if $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">>A wave of jealousy coursed through me as his eyes observed my partner's sexy body moving against mine. Having recently discovered her bisexual nature, this development carried with it a clear set of conflicting emotions as I tried to wrap my head around the dimensions of such an interest. He was showing this interest quite pointedly, but she was yet to be aware of it. And while I was confident in her ability to be committed to me, I couldn't help but be curious about what all this might mean.<<else>>It was weird to see this man's interest in <<light Yara>>, who was all too dominant for his liking. After all, <<light Jerome>> was a person who wanted to be in control at all times, and this was not <<light Yara>>. I mean, it wasn't her until now in that dance where I was leading. And part of me worried that I was showing him a side of her that he might be interested in abusing. Was he...? Regardless of what his intentions were, this particular man showing interest in my partner was a worriesome development.<</if>> I knew I'd have to keep an eye on this direct advancement from yesterday's group project class. The man was making moves on my partner, and he didn't care to be shy about them. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-yara-dancing.mp4">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take control of the dance" "Not the right dynamic">><</if>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Half Domme" or $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Follow her lead">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-sub.jpg">> It was always easy to follow my lover's lead, to listen to her body and allow mine to react to it fully and without restraint. And I loved doing it, this sentiment of belonging coursing through me like an erotic and emotional wave that would wash away any fear I had. Fear of people watching, lusting over us, these two beautiful lesbian lovers, prospective prom queen that wanted nothing but each other's bodies, that couldn't hold from one another, that embraced their emotions fully. I was loving that interaction, and was feeling doubly motivated by my lover's words. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-sensual.mp4">> <<s Yara>>You're the hottest thing here, darling.<</s>> She'd whisper in my ear as I followed her beautiful lead, enjoying how her body moved against mine. <<s Author>>And I'm all yours.<</s>> I'd whisper back as I grinded myself against her openly and unabashedly. This was pure, unadultered attraction in its truest form, and everyone there could clearly see it as their eyes coursed across our bodies. Everyone, including a particular <<light Jerome>>, who was looking along without shame. I didn't care. <<light Yara>> would keep me safe. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-yara-dancing.mp4">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow her lead" "Not the right dynamic">><</if>> <<link "Just enjoy dancing with her">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-distance.jpg">> There was no need for dynamics. No need to push things any further. There was a true, deep connection. A true understanding between us. And fun times to be had. And that's the emotions that guided our actions together, our bodies moving in unison and with the music, engaged in beautiful, honest motions. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-assshake.mp4">> And as the music turned lively, we enjoyed it even more, not shying away from these emotions, not caring about the display we made. Sure, people like <<light Jerome>> were watching, but it didn't matter. We were having fun with one another, and that was all that mattered. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-yara-dancing.mp4">> Alternatively, on another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Dancing with <<light Eva>> always brought huge joy to my heart, and we both knew it. <<s Eva>>You really know how to move your body.<</s>> She complimented me. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-eva-normal.mp4">> I didn't have to return the favor, as I moved away from her and saw her swing herself along with the music. She shyed away from my stares, choosing to move back to the safey of my arms, as she embraced me. <<s Eva>>Stop looking at me like that.<</s>> She whispered in my ear, suddenly red in shyness. <<s Author>>Like what?<</s>> I asked, feigning ignorance. A small slap on the shoulder showed me she still took things friendly. <div id='choices'><<link "Keep it friendly">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-sidebyside.mp4">> I laughed as I held her closer, before moving us into more positions where we could just have fun. And we did have fun, my lover and I, as our bodies moved in motion, enjoying our time together, embracing the beauty of the moment. We were simply enjoying the moment, and that was all that mattered to us then. All the politics mattered not when I had my lover next to me, and I enjoyed that fact entirely. I was having fun with <<light Eva>>, and that was it. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $evacharacter is "Submissive">><<link "Entice her more">><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Her shade of red was beautiful to see, and I decided I wanted to see how far I could take things in teasing my lover. <<s Author>>Seriously, babe, you're extremely attractive when you dance. Almost enough to turn me on with just the way you move your body.<</s>> To tell you that she turned red would be an understatement. My submissive lover entirely switched into a tomato the way she just shifted colors, as she burried her face in my shoulder. <<s Author>>Show everyone what they can't get, babe. Dance for me.<</s>> I said to her lovingly. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-eva-seductive.mp4">> My seduction of my submissive lover was clear as she followed my command without thought. And the beauty that she put on display was entirely alluring, as I saw her swing her body in these naughty seductive movement that only an empowered woman can move in. She was beautiful, and I was enjoying it entirely. I joined in on the sultry and sexy motions, enticed by her. I wasn't going to tell her, but her submissiveness turned me on so much, made me so hot for her, made me want to be hot with her. <<light Eva>> carried something truly special in her, and I just had to have it for myself. I seeked it alongside her too. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-assshake.mp4">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Entice her more" "She wouldn't embrace that (not submissive)">><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "leoonly">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> I danced with my loving partner, bodies swinging in motion as we floated around the dance floor, enjoying each other's company, his hands a bit more explorative than usual, as he hiked them through my dress. There was something alluring about this, but I also had half my mind in what was happening, looking around at everyone else across the class. Uncharacteristically for him, <<light Leo>> had decided to join <<light Angela>> and her partner in their group project, and that was worrying me, and so my eyes searched for them instead as we danced along one another, my partner and I. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> With <<light Samuel>> missing today, <<light Eric>> was my partner for the dance class. A fun moment shared between us, we were embracing one another as we swayed with the music. My partner took the opportunity to address a thing that was weighing on his mind. <<s Eric>>Weird that Samuel would miss out on today's class. He always love these dance classes.<</s>> He announced. I knew things about our third that <<light Eric>> didn't, though his comment was well in place... <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-having-fun.mp4">> <div id='choices'><<link "Dismiss his comment">><<pickup $friendsevents "PUD Hide" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew that I needed to respect <<light Samuel>>'s privacy in that way. <<s Author>>He must have a very valid reason.<</s>> I said honestly as I continued to dance to the rhythm of the music. Enjoying myself with the tune of the music playing, his comment raised some questions in my mind about the particular engagement we had found ourselves in. On the one hand, we were very publicly, and very honestly, engaged in a throuple, with a certain power dynamic between closed doors. On the other hand, however, one of us was an adult cop that was undercover, and this would create complications with the entirety of our time together. The imbalance could not be ignored, but it also couldn't be entirely addressed. We were in a tight spot, the three of us, and I was aware of most of it. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hint that I know something">><<pickup $friendsevents "PUD Reveal" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Part of me wanted to fully respect <<light Samuel>>'s privacy in that manner, but I also felt like I wanted to be honest with <<light Eric>> as well. <<s Author>>There's a reason behind it, but maybe it's better he shares it if he wants.<</s>> I said honestly, looking to dance to the rhythm of the music. <<s Eric>>Oh so you know?<</s>> His curiosity was peeked. <<s Author>>I do, but I have to respect his privacy, you know...<</s>> I said with some hesitation. I didn't want to create any problems, so decided to interject. <<s Author>>Maybe he'll share more about this on Friday.<</s>> I added to my statement. <<light Eric>> seemed thoughtful after having received that revelation. After all, the entirety of our relationship is based on different dynamics, but everything had always been transparent between the three of us, regardless of the particularities of the engagement; and this topic was not as transparent as any of us would have hoped. We were in a tight spot, the three of us, and I was aware of most of it. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> I danced with my loving partner, bodies swinging in motion as we floated around the dance floor, enjoying each other's company, his hands a bit more explorative than usual, as he hiked them through my dress. There was something alluring about this, but I also had half my mind in what was happening, looking around at everyone else across the class. Uncharacteristically for him, <<light Eric>> had decided to join <<light Angela>> and her partner in their group project, and that was worrying me, and so my eyes searched for them instead as we danced along one another, my partner and I. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>Moving amongst multiple partners, my mind was not tied to the moment there, instead floating elsewhere and to an office far from here, and the controlling man that owned that office. //<<light Bekham>>.// The man that had taken me on beautiful dates, that had made me visit another country, that was showing some tasty interest in me. A mature man, that was nothing like the boys here vying for my attention. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-free-open.mp4">> As my body moved between their young bodies, I didn't care for what they had to offer. My mind instead was searching for a stronger, more experienced body. Boys would spend their whole lives trying to get what my professor had to offer, his strong physique not something I could ever ignore, as I imagined myself in his arms, and imagined him moving me with the expertise that he had. I longed for him, my mind wandering as I danced with these random children. I needed him. None of them was manly enough. None of them was <<light Bekham>>. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $open gte 80>><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-free-open.mp4">> Being traded between the men of this class, I enjoyed dancing with multiple partners, my openness and sultry motions enticing more and more of them and attracting them to me. The boys were losing their minds over me, appreciating the motions that I brought, enjoying the way my body moved against theirs, and particularly enjoying the way my shapely ass swung in front of them. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-enticing-assshake.mp4">> I was enticing them, turning them on, and showing them something that they'd have to fight to get. I was a free bird, and that was something that a lot of them could not ignore. And I was loving it. After all, what was a point of a sexy body if one cannot flaunt it? In my dance, I could feel eyes on me. Not in judgement because of a lack of partner, but in lust because of unadultered attraction. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <<else>><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-having-fun.mp4">> I was having fun in class, dancing not for others but for myself. Sure, I was alone, and I had no partner to share the dance with, but I was happy. I didn't have to put on a show for anyone, I didn't have to entice anyone I didn't want to. I was doing this for me, and that's all I liked about it. It was a fun time to be single, and I was embracing it fully. I was doing this for me. On another side of the dance floor, another couple was engaged in a dance of their own... <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<link "Move along" "Partner Up JJ Dance">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</if>> <</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg" "Dance Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Partner Up to Dance</h3></center><<pickup $class "Partner Up to Dance" 1>> One last dance class! <<if visited(passage()) is 2>><<include "Partner Up Angela Dance">> <<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">> Hand in hand with <<light Jasmin>>, I was happy to be having a private time with her finally, after a long time of looking for it. I thought deeply to myself, and realized, that this was our first time hanging out together alone for a very long time, our partner being there often. <<s Author>>You're so good at this, Jasmin.<</s>> I decided to give her a compliment, wanting to shower my partner with affection and appreciation. <<s Jasmin>>Darling it's a pleasure to move my body against you.<</s>> She said with a sultry spirit, as I enjoyed her body against mine. <<light Jasmin>> seemed to want to get serious for a second there. <<s Jasmin>>I know it's been a while since I've nagged you about joining Jerome and I.<</s>> She was moving her body a bit more slowly as she tried to find her words, <<s Jasmin>>And I may have kind of prepared you for him, but I think it was also a bit more selfish than that.<</s>> She was speaking from the heart, and it showed. Our bodies moved closer to one another, as we held each other there on the dancefloor, swaying with the music. <<s Jasmin>>I think that this is perfect, the way we are right now. The three of us.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Jasmin>>And I think that we have all we need. I wanted you, specifically you, to join, because I have real feelings for you, and I do find you very attractive.<</s>> I could feel myself getting emotional as I listened to my partner. <<s Jasmin>>And I honestly see that sharing him with you had always been the right choice. Because I get to share him with YOU.<</s>> Speaking of him, my mind went back to the first thing I felt when I started dancing with my <<light Jasmin>>. It is not usual for us to be alone together. And if we are alone, that truly meant one thing. As I heard <<light Jasmin>> continue to speak her mind, my eyes searched for <<light Jerome>> across the dancefloor, until eventually they landed on him, and the person he'd somehow roped into dancing with him, as expected, as earlier mentioned. <<link "Watch them" "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Samuel>>May I have this dance?<</s>> My black lover approached me, putting his hand out to invite me to this dance together. All I could do was accept, eager to see where our tango of bodies would take us on the dance floor, happy to have him here now after having missed out on the dance class last week. But I didn't want to dwell too long on the past. The man knew how to move. There was no other way to say it, but his movements were well in tune with the beat of the music and he held control of my body expertly, moving me on the dance floor like a puppet master, me attached to his strings and being twisted and twirled. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-jeromesensual.jpg">> Out of the corner of my eye, I could see out third <<light Eric>> once again watching us, a common occurrence every time I happened to be in the vicinity of my black lover. <<s Author>>How come you're such a good dancer?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Samuel>>It's easy, my parents have always been the most cultured of people, and I had to be the same.<</s>> He explained, <<s Samuel>>They enrolled me in all sorts of classes to improve my skills, saying it'll make me a more desirable prospect.<</s>> I was impressed. Despite someone wanting to claim the opposite, his parents were right. He was more desirable at the moment, even more than ever before. <<s Author>>They were right.<</s>> His eyebrow rose as he looked at me, smiling. <<s Samuel>>You know it.<</s>> He teased, before moving me into a twirl, expertly leading my steps before moving me back towards him. I twirled, allowing myself to catch a deep breath, before I was moved yet again into his strong, dominant arms. <<s Samuel>>You know... We have an admirer.<</s>> He commented, his eyes giving a glance at the gawking <<light Eric>> on another side of the room, who was struggling not to step on his own partner's feet. <<s Author>>I know.<</s>> I said, the dynamics of our relationship not lost on me. <<s Samuel>>Why don't we give him a show?<</s>> He suggested, <<s Samuel>>Do you trust me?<</s>> He seemed to want to completely lead the dance, and I felt compelled to let him do so... But I didn't know entirely what that entailed, and it somewhat worried me, but when has <<light Samuel>> ever led me astray? <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-erotic.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>You're the master">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was taken by his confidence, his knowledge in the way he was dancing, the potential of what might come if I found it in myself to let go and follow his lead... <<s Author>>Take it away.<</s>> I said in a raspy breath, ceding control to him and hoping for the best. And he put on his best, grabbing me closer and starting with his expert manipulation of my body. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-behind.jpg">> I could only hold my breath in as our bodies moved in unison, only allowing myself to release it when he gave me the chance to twist and twirl away from his body, noticing how I subconsciously took his permission for every move. He led, I followed, and it was a beautiful sight indeed as a lot of our fellow students almost stopped what they were doing to watch us dance. And dance we did, his body controlling mine, strong against me as he led me here and there, making me follow his steps and succumb to his will. In front of all the students. In front of a watchful <<light Eric>> who was obviously taking it all in, trying his best to control his emotions as his two supposed lovers were engaged right there in front of everyone on the dance floor, as the dominant black man controlled my body here and there, pushing and pulling me along, playing with my body. A body that was willing, obedient. And I danced and twisted and twirled submissively, enjoying the movements and wanting more, hoping he'd give me more, grinding my body against his at every chance I got. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-interracial-grinding.mp4">> Before I knew it, I noticed I could barely control myself as I tried to get more and more of him, unable to receive much and not satisfied with the little I had. I wanted more, and I aimed for more, until I could take no more with the ending of the song. All in front of our wimpy cuck. <<s professor>>Great job, Samuel and <<print $name>>.<</s>> The professor beamed, praising our performance in front of the whole class. I remembered where we were, what we were doing, what was happening. But I didn't care much. There was a fire in me that I didn't find the will to control. A fire expertly ignited by my dominant partner. <<s Samuel>>You did well. He's all into you.<</s>> My partner said, pointing out the white boy staring at me, trying to cover his pants. //Oh how I love teasing that guy.// <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Better keep it as it is">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't like letting go of control that much, and made my position clear to my lover. <<s Author>>No it's fine. He's probably trying to match our movements.<</s>> I said, not quite willing to hurt out third with the vision of us two dancing in front of him, especially when <<light Samuel>> was such an expert dancer. <<s Samuel>>Your loss.<</s>> He said, still keeping his cool and leading me softly across the dance floor. Ever the gentleman, the guy confidently kept his distance, making all the right moves. This alone made me appreciate him more, though I also thought of what missed opportunity might've come my way had I accepted... I'm sure our time later in bed will more than make up for it. <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Dancing with <<light Eva>> always brought huge joy to my heart, and we both knew it. <<s Eva>>You really know how to move your body.<</s>> She complimented me. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-eva-normal.mp4">> I didn't have to return the favor, as I moved away from her and saw her swing herself along with the music. She shyed away from my stares, choosing to move back to the safey of my arms, as she embraced me. <<s Eva>>Stop looking at me like that.<</s>> She whispered in my ear, suddenly red in shyness. <<s Author>>Like what?<</s>> I asked, feigning ignorance. A small slap on the shoulder showed me she still took things friendly, at least in what we were doing then. <div id='choices'><<link "Keep it friendly">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-sidebyside.mp4">> I laughed as I held her closer, before moving us into more positions where we could just have fun. And we did have fun, my lover and I, as our bodies moved in motion, enjoying our time together, embracing the beauty of the moment. We were simply enjoying the moment, and that was all that mattered to us then. All the politics mattered not when I had my lover next to me, and I enjoyed that fact entirely. I was having fun with <<light Eva>>, and that was it. Though my mind did wander after a while, as I thought of our third, the other person in that special, naughty arrangement we had created for ourselves. My wandering eyes instead landed on a very different sight. <<link "Watch along" "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "Entice her more">><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Her shade of red was beautiful to see, and I decided I wanted to see how far I could take things in teasing my submissive lover. <<s Author>>Seriously, babe, you're extremely attractive when you dance. Almost enough to turn me on with just the way you move your body.<</s>> To tell you that she turned red would be an understatement. My partner entirely switched into a tomato the way she just shifted colors, as she burried her face in my shoulder. <<s Author>>Show everyone what they can't get, babe. Dance for me.<</s>> I said to her lovingly. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-eva-seductive.mp4">> My seduction of my submissive lover was clear as she followed my command without thought. And the beauty that she put on display was entirely alluring, as I saw her swing her body in these naughty seductive movement that only an empowered woman can move in. She was beautiful, and I was enjoying it entirely. I joined in on the sultry and sexy motions, enticed by her. I wasn't going to tell her, but her submissiveness turned me on so much, made me so hot for her, made me want to be hot with her. <<light Eva>> carried something truly special in her, and I just had to have it for myself. I seeked it alongside her too. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-assshake.mp4">> Elsewhere on the dance floor, another was also being seduced and turned into shades of red... <<link "Watch along" "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Entice her more" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Dancing with <<light Eva>> always brought huge joy to my heart, and we both knew it. <<s Eva>>You really know how to move your body.<</s>> She complimented me. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-eva-normal.mp4">> I didn't have to return the favor, as I moved away from her and saw her swing herself along with the music. She shyed away from my stares, choosing to move back to the safey of my arms, as she embraced me. <<s Eva>>Stop looking at me like that.<</s>> She whispered in my ear, suddenly red in shyness. <<s Author>>Like what?<</s>> I asked, feigning ignorance. A small slap on the shoulder showed me she still took things friendly, at least in what we were doing then. <div id='choices'><<link "Keep it friendly">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-sidebyside.mp4">> I laughed as I held her closer, before moving us into more positions where we could just have fun. And we did have fun, my lover and I, as our bodies moved in motion, enjoying our time together, embracing the beauty of the moment. We were simply enjoying the moment, and that was all that mattered to us then. All the politics mattered not when I had my lover next to me, and I enjoyed that fact entirely. I was having fun with <<light Eva>>, and that was it. Though my mind did wander after a while, as I thought of our third, the other person in that special, naughty arrangement we had created for ourselves. My eyes looked for <<light Yara>> across the dance floor. <<link "Look for her." "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">><<link "Entice her more">><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Her shade of red was beautiful to see, and I decided I wanted to see how far I could take things in teasing my submissive lover. <<s Author>>Seriously, babe, you're extremely attractive when you dance. Almost enough to turn me on with just the way you move your body.<</s>> To tell you that she turned red would be an understatement. My sub entirely switched into a tomato the way she just shifted colors, as she burried her face in my shoulder. <<s Author>>Show everyone what they can't get, babe. Dance for me.<</s>> I said to her lovingly. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-eva-seductive.mp4">> My seduction of my submissive lover was clear as she followed my command without thought. And the beauty that she put on display was entirely alluring, as I saw her swing her body in these naughty seductive movement that only an empowered woman can move in. She was beautiful, and I was enjoying it entirely. I joined in on the sultry and sexy motions, enticed by her. I wasn't going to tell her, but her submissiveness turned me on so much, made me so hot for her, made me want to be hot with her. <<light Eva>> carried something truly special in her, and I just had to have it for myself. I seeked it alongside her too. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-friendly-assshake.mp4">> And as I enjoyed the body of my partner on this dance floor, I remembered the other lady I had under my control, the other girl that I had subtly seduced on that loving spring break... <<link "Look for her." "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Entice her more" "Yara is the mistress, not me.">><</if>></div> <<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<include "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>>

<<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-myadance1.jpg">> My attractive black mistress' hands were firmly place on my athletic friend's ass, eagerly groping her and openly seducing her in class. And while they still followed the rhythm of the music they were dancing to, just like between me and <<light Jerome>>, the dance was extremely erotically charged. And as I witnessed it between them, and I thought of what I had here, I realized that the moves were already being made on <<light Yara>> long ago, and only now was everything coming to ultimate fruition. <<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-myadance2.jpg">> The naughty cheerleader was complimenting the athletic runner, making sure to give her all the nice words that this one obviously liked hearing. And the fact that it was a woman approaching her... Really lowered <<light Yara>>'s guards. Enticed her further. Roped her in much more. It was all made all to clearer when <<light Mya>> moved away, walking towards us, and addressed us - or rather her fellow dominant in our relationship. <<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-myadance3.jpg">> <<s Mya>>She's ready for you next class, for sure.<</s>> She teasingly said, already planning on the big move, already promising something far too beautiful. I looked forward to it. <<link "Move along" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><<pickup $dream "PU Mya Dream Unseen" 1>><</link>>

<<pickup $dance "JasminJerome Partner" 1>> <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-jeromesensual.jpg">> While everyone else engaged in a classical waltz on the dancefloor, two horny lovebirds by the name of <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> had their hands all over each other's body, naughtily exploring each other as if there was no one else around them. <<light Jasmin>>, with her back turned towards the dominant <<light Jerome>>, twerked her ass off as she grinded against his impressive member, and I found myself watching this illicit activity happening in front of me, not quite sure what was more attractive, his cock straining against his pants or her supple petite body moving against him. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-distance.jpg">> His eyes wandered to another part of the room, a part where <<light Yara>> was dancing with someone of her own, and <<light Jasmin>> seemed to notice. From my point of view, I couldn't quite hear what was happening between them, or the words that they were trading, but my friend's conviction seemed to weaken in his face, as he smiled arrogantly, his eyes eating away at <<light Yara>>. I thought back to the class we had yesterday, and how <<light Jerome>> seemed to keep having plans within his plans, and how <<light Jasmin>> merely followed along with his plans. And now, she seemed to agree to whatever he was saying, not standing up to him, his hands a bit more demanding, a bit more explorative than before, as he slowly but surely took control. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-interracial-grinding.mp4">> I had helped strengthen that relationship between these two. I had influenced <<light Jasmin>> to stay with her masculine partner. And it was a beauty to see. I knew that I had a dance partner, a partner even, in mind, but right now, the vision that was in front of me was too beautiful to ignore, and I needed to sort my mind regarding what I saw... If I even wanted to keep my eyes there. <div id='choices2'><<if $bbcworld gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>His member has all my attention">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>It wasn't her that caught my attention, it was him and his impressive cock, his beautiful member that strained against his shorts as he grinded against her ass. It was the big member that hid in his clothes, threatening to come out and dominate the little body in front of it. It was the dominance with which he held her against him, controlling their actions. It was him. He had my whole attention, and I wanted his body and big black cock against me.<<if $relationship is "none">><<else>> //No... I'm in a committed relationship.//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "His member has all my attention" "Not blacked enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Her body is too hot!">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-attractive-licking.mp4">>He might've been attractive, but in this moment, in what was happening there, my full focus was on the white sexy girl playing against the guy, moving her body attractively to the rhythm, entracing and beautiful. I watched as the beautiful <<light Jasmin>> danced in front of me seductively, catching my eager attention as she grinded herself against the dominant <<light Jerome>>. Her sexy body moved in all the right ways, and she had not only him wrapped around her finger, but me too, as I watched my friend's naughty activity and wished it happened against me instead. It was her. She had my whole attention, and I wished I was in his place feeling up her sexy ass...<<if $relationship is "none">><<else>> //No... I'm in a committed relationship.//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Her body is too hot!" "Not bisexual enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I can't choose!">><<add "arousal" 25>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>How could I choose which of them attracted me more, when they both so obviously were seductive, the clash between their skin colors one of the most incredible portraits I have ever seen? His huge mast straining against his pants was impressive, only because it was sandwiched between her shapely buttcheeks, a whore and her dominant master dancing against one another... Her sexy body moved beautifully, but it was also led by his dominant hands, controlling her every movement and making her follow his commands, a true dominant and his submissive. And I wanted to be a part of it. I couldn't choose how, I wasn't willing to. I just wanted to be in their vicinity. And that image was ingrained in my memory. I just wish I could be part of their world, in whatever way I could be. They were so hot. Both of them, together and alone. And I wanted them both.<<if $relationship is "none">><<else>> //No... I'm in a committed relationship.//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Neither of them, something else on the dancefloor was more important.">><<replace "#choices2">>They might have put on a beautiful sight on the dancefloor, but a naggin in the back of my mind requested my attention once more. A rivalling couple that were also having a display of their own, and that my eyes were looking for... <<link "Where are they...?" "Partner Up Rivals Dance">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-angela-sultry.mp4">> My rival was putting on her dance moves, moving erotically to the beat of the music alongside her athletic companion, <<light Matthew>>. Dancing to the beat of the music, her body swayed in such seductive movements that could not be ignored, her beauty enticing as I found myself somewhat distracted. My eyes moved back to the partner I held in my arms, not wanting to show any lack... But were quick to go back to my rival. <<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-angela1.jpg">> I don't know what it was in my obsession about her that made me want to keep looking at her, but I knew that I didn't understand that behavior, and that worried me. Her body moved so beautifully, so erotically, on this dance floor, and part of me wanted more from her. She was the head cheerleader, and she obviously knew how to dance, how to flirt, how to entice. My eyes wanted to explore more, and my mind wanted to see more of her. <<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-angela2.jpg">> <<linkreplace "Let my imagination roam">><<pickup $dance "PU Interest" 1>><<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-angela3.jpg">> Something in me entertained the thought. The thought of this attractive woman in only underwear, dancing there in front of everyone, turning me on as she did all those desperate people out there. I might be dancing with someone, but it was her that had my eyes in this moment. My rival, my sickening rival that I knew I needed to ignore and keep out of my mind. Yet here I was imagining her in her underwear. //What the fuck was wrong with me?// <<if $club.has("CheerSlut")>><<linkreplace "Let my imagination roam even further">><<pichalf "classes/dance-classes/pu-angela4.jpg">> A lot was wrong with me, and I just had to admit it. Ever since I had applied to be a cheerleader and listened to her stupid tapes and seen her dance, I knew I was a lost cause next to the head cheerleader. Next to the quen bee. What was supposed to be my biggest competition, was now the woman I admired most, and the woman with whom my obsession kept growing in all the most unhealthy ways. And the way she looked back at me, her eyes piercing into mine, told me a lot. She knew, and she didn't care. She rather encouraged that destructive behavior. And I kept embracing it more and more, not quite knowing how to stop, and a huge part of me not quite caring. I might have been dancing with another, but something in me was truly obsessed with this attractive, undeniably charismatic woman who was bound to defeat me.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Let my imagination roam even further" "I'm not into her, why would I?">><</if>><</linkreplace>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<pickup $dance "PU Jerome Yara" 1>><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-yara-dancing.mp4">>Elsewhere on the dancefloor, <<light Jerome>> was putting a plan of his own in motion, a predator hunting for an unsual prey. Just yesterday, he had shown offense towards her in the group project, and now, he had his arm wrapped around her quite possessively as he moved her on the dance floor. <<light Yara>> had an expressionless face as she went through the motions, doing her best not to give him any kind of satisfaction, as I watched their movements closely. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-yara-dancing.mp4">> In <<light Jerome>>'s arms, her movements were sultry, quite attractive, and there was a clear attractiveness to them. He was arrogant, needy, and pushed his luck at one point. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-ir-erotic.jpg">> <<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">>I think that was the point that made <<light Yara>> snap, offering him the benefit of the doubt before. His roaming hands would not be tolerated quite so simply. <<light Yara>>, with all the force in her being, stomped on his foot, before grabbing his molesting hand and pulling it at a weird angle away from her as he shouted out in pain. I saw as the dominant woman made quick work of the man, and as the class halted to look at their actions. <<light Jerome>> was in clear pain, as he shouted out at her: <<s Jerome>>Fucking bitch!<</s>> He was aggressive in his language and demeanor, but <<light Yara>> stood her ground. <<s Yara>>The next time you touch me like that you'll be lucky to still have a hand to hurt for.<</s>> She threatened him then. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">>My mistress showed once more, now in public, just how much of a powerful person she truly was. And I was in awe of her fantastic beauty, this confidence with which she carried herself, this beautiful air of dominance that I so loved. Just like that, I found myself even more attracted to my lover, excited to be hers, excited to continue being hers way beyond today. <<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem">>The dominant woman put our bull to shame, as <<light Jasmin>> and I looked along, having stopped our dancing. <<s Jasmin>>I thought he'd be undeniable.<</s>> My lover said, her hand still wrapped around me and gripping a bit too tightly. She was feeling tense about the moment, but my eyes were straight on <<light Yara>>, and the way she domineeringly stood there, having made quick work of my partner. The man that wanted to seduce her, and ultimately failed. There was a tension inside of me that could not be denied, as I realized that what was supposed to be our bull didn't have what it took to tame the beast that was <<light Yara>>.<<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">>The dominant woman put our bull to shame, as <<light Jasmin>> and I looked along, having stopped our dancing. <<s Jasmin>>Serves him right for trying to go behind our backs.<</s>> My lover said, her hand still wrapped around me and gripping too tightly. Just like me, <<light Jasmin>> was feeling tense about the moment, a slight shame growing in me at the fact that our lover would ignore our explicit call for him to stay away from <<light Yara>> and yet still going for it. In front of her domineering aesthetic, <<light Jerome>> never stood a chance, and because of that his dominance and importance found a hit in our eyes. There was a tension inside of me that could not be denied, as I realized that what was supposed to be our bull didn't have what it took to tame the beast that was <<light Yara>>, or the honesty to stay loyal to <<light Jasmin>> and I.<<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">>I looked at my beautiful dominant lover, and the way she'd defeated the man that she was with oh so completely. My mistress lover showed once more, now in public, just how powerful of a person she truly was. In awe of her fantastic beauty, thisconfidence with which she carried herself, I was falling more and more for that beautiful air of dominance. Just like that, I found myself even more attracted to my lover, excited to be hers, excited to continue being hers way beyond today. <<else>>I looked on as the beautiful dominant woman made quick work of her would-be seducer, a sight that was equally exciting as it was enticing. My eyes trained on them, I could clearly see the tension diffused, a victor emerging between them as <<light Yara>> firmly placed him in his spot, almost crouched in front of her. A beautiful sight indeed, and one that let my mind roam for a bit, the confidence with which the lesbian woman composed herself a true interest.<</if>> <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>> <<else>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<pickup $dance "Jerome Yara Seduced" 1>><<if $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">>As <<light Yara>> moved to push him away from her in that moment, <<light Jerome>> held firmly, moving closer and whispering something in her ear. From my vantage point, I could only see one word being formed, "Prom", which stopped her in her tracks. I watched in rapt attention as the woman softened in the strange man's arms, reluctantly accepting his approach. There was something oddly exciting about watching what was supposed to be a clearly dominant lesbian woman softly accept a black man's powerful advances, an excitement that was playing its game on my psyche and lower regions...<<elseif $yaracharacter is "Romantic">>As <<light Yara>> hesitated with the gesture made, I watched as <<light Jerome>> moved closer, a small whisper escaping his lips straight into her listening ear. From my vantage point, I could only see one word being formed, "Prom", which stopped her in her tracks, the defiance sapped for a moment. I observed closely as the woman softened in the strange man's arms, reluctantly but somehow in a docile manner accepting his approach. There was something incredibly exciting about watching what was once a dominant lesbian woman softly accept a black man's powerful advances, an excitement that was playing its game on my psyche and lower regions...<<elseif $yaracharacter is "Submissive">><<light Yara>>, somehow expectantly, seemed to relax in this grasp, accepting the strange man's advances as he grew more bold, pushing their bodies closer together, taking more of her that she seemed to be submissively giving. I watched in rapt attention as <<light Jerome>> continued to push his luck, and <<light Yara>> continued to accept his needy advances, not willing to stop him, docile in the face of his dominant approach. There was something incredibly exciting about watching what was once a dominant lesbian woman softly accept a black man's powerful advances, an excitement that was playing its game on my psyche and lower regions... <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<light Yara>>, somehow expectantly, seemed to relax in this grasp, accepting the strange man's advances as he grew more bold, pushing their bodies closer together, taking more of her that she seemed to be submissively giving. I watched in rapt attention as <<light Jerome>> continued to push his luck, and <<light Yara>> continued to accept his needy advances, not willing to stop him, docile in the face of his dominant approach. Even grinding herself against him, her envy for what was hiding between his pants a bit too obvious, and alluring... There was something incredibly exciting about watching what was once a dominant lesbian woman softly accept a black man's powerful advances, an excitement that was playing its game on my psyche and lower regions... <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<light Yara>>, somehow expectantly, seemed to relax in this grasp, accepting the strange man's advances as he grew more bold, pushing their bodies closer together, taking more of her that she seemed to be eagerly giving, her body deeply close to his, the clash of their skin so enticing as their athleticism created a beautiful imagery. I watched in rapt attention as <<light Jerome>> continued to push his luck, and <<light Yara>> continued to accept his needy advances, not willing to stop him, equally willling in the face of his dominant approach. Even grinding herself against him, her envy for what was hiding between his pants a bit too obvious, and alluring... There was something incredibly exciting about watching what was once a lesbian woman eagerly accept a black man's powerful advances, an excitement that was playing its game on my psyche and lower regions... <</if>> <<if $relationship is "JasminRomance">>Across the dance floor, I could see that <<light Jasmin>> had become aware of the event transpiring, her eyes trained on the two dancers, and a sense of... Jealousy? Growing in her. It felt weird seeing my partner give them these eyes, but I couldn't be one to judge as I was also looking along at the active seduction happening in the middle of the dance floor. <<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem">>In my arms, noticing my inaction, <<light Jasmin>> turned around and became aware of the fact that our bull was seducing the person he was aiming for. And unlike what she was saying when we were dancing moments ago, her whisper showed she liked what she saw: <<s Jasmin>>Fucking hot!<</s>> And I couldn't help but agree, seeing the active seduction of my supposedly dominant friend, and realizing that this was the big moment where everything might change between the three of us, <<light Yara>> being actively seduced.<<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">>In my arms, noticing my inaction, <<light Jasmin>> turned around and became aware of the fact that our bull was seducing the person he was aiming for, outside of our agreement. <<s Jasmin>>Fucking asshole.<</s>> She whispered then, parts of her not liking what she saw as did parts of me. I couldn't help but agree, realizing that our partner had expressely ignored our opinion and was making his moves on our friend, knowing that our silence here would give him free reign as he tried to get to her. It was truly a make or break moment.<<elseif $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>Ahead of me across the dance floor, I spotted <<light Jasmin>> who was looking along at the scene in avid attention, eagerly watching as her partner worked on seducing her friend. And I realized that <<light Jerome>> had somehow roped her into liking this kind fo thing, hitting on <<light Yara>> right there in public whille she watched, a weird willing cuckoldress to the event. But there was clear signs of admiration and interest in her eyes, as I realized that my friend was actually liking what she saw.<<else>>Across the dance floor, I could see my friend <<light Jasmin>> also watching what was happening, her eyes gleeming with both shame and jealousy. There was something odd about seeing her go back down that rabbit hole, and as my eyes caught hers, I tried to instill her with as much confidence and indefference as I could. She didn't seem to linger on me, as her eyes returned to the two dancers, dangerously close to one another, as did mine.<</if>> The two of them continued to make their dance, growing closer to one another and more raunchy in their attention, and I realized that if there was ever a time to influence what was happening, it would be now. I only needed to know what I was willing to do, a big change incoming as I watched <<light Yara>>'s active seduction. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>Would I let him take my pet away from me? <<link "Watch him seduce my pet">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Whether it was the excitement of seeing something so erotic happen so publicly, or the fact that this man was doing it with my own pet, my own partner, I didn't know. But a part of me was actionless as I saw him lead her on the dance floor, and as I saw her being so taken by his charisma. His hands on her guided her, and I watched as my pet was being seduced away from me, a weird part of me liking it. Liking the fact that she'd all but forgotten about me as she grinded against the dominant black man, her need for his body all too clear and present. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-grinding.mp4">> No, I didn't like it - I loved it. I was in awe of the beauty of the clash between their bodies, of the way my submissive partner had so openly welcomed that man's hard member between her asscheeks and was now humpin against him oh so openly in public. I was supposed to defend her, to keep her safe. She had expressely warned me against exactly that, and yet I was willingly letting her go, watching her be seduced just like that. A sight that I was thinking of for a while now, having talked to her about that eventuality. I was watching two potential prom king and queen, and the sight of them turned me on beyond myself. My heart was beating fast, my body was on fire, as I watched along, <<light Eva>> in my arms noticing and watching as well. <<s Eva>>Aren't you going to do something?<</s>> She asked me. And I knew this was the moment I lost all control over my own Harem. <<s Author>>They're too hot.<</s>> I admitted to her. I was lost. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Save my pet from him">><<replace "#choices">>I had made a promise to my lover a few nights ago, and I knew I'd keep my promise to her now, as I moved away from <<light Eva>> and in their direction. <<s Author>>Get the fuck away from her.<</s>> I said to the arrogant black man. <<s Jerome>>Woah, babe. Calm your tits.<</s>> I went in, stomping his foot and twisting his arm away from MY pet. <<s Author>>She is off limits for you, do you understand?<</s>> I was keen on getting the reaction I needed from him, as I realized from the corner of my eye how <<light Yara>> was looking on in silent shame, not quite capable of finding the words about the kind of betrayal she'd shown. <<s Jerome>>Next time, control your slut better and tell her not to grind on my cock.<</s>> He said as he sharply tugged his hand and body away from me. <<s Author>>You better watch yourself, Jerome.<</s>> I said to him then, my eyes moving from him to <<light Jasmin>>, the message clear. If he could spit then, he would have, as the man moved away from me with clear disdain, leaving <<light Yara>> and I behind, as she spoke to me. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> I'm sorry I didn't-<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll always be here for you babe.<</s>> I said to her reassuringly, before moving away. //No one moves close to my submissives. They're MINE.// <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<link "Watch him seduce my mistress">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I watched along avidly as the man continued to move against what I thought was my dominant partner. Then at one point, he whispered yet another thing in her ear, and it took her a moment of thinking, before she nodded her head, accepting whatever proposal it was that he had made. In front of the whole class, my mistress lost even more aura and control, as <<light Jerome>> laid back and she moved herself against him. Her seductive, athletic body, was now nothing but a tool for his seduction, as she grinded against him. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-grinding.mp4">> It was quite uncharacteristic, the way she moved her body against him, accepting his advances, and accepting his control over her. As if she'd waited for far too long to have a man lead her like that. As if all that dominance was but a facade, only there because I told her it was who she was a few weeks ago at Spring Break. Now, she was but a grinding slut on <<light Jerome>>'s black cock, and her submissives were all but forgotten as she seeked her own pleasure. Next to me, <<light Eva>> was also realizing just how far gone our mistress was, noticing that the blakc man was actively seducing her away from us, and that we couldn't so anything about it. <<s Eva>>Shouldn't we do something?<</s>> She asked me. And I knew this was the moment we'd lost control of the Harem. <<s Author>>They're too hot.<</s>> I admitted to her. I was lost, and so was <<light Yara>>. We just didn't know it yet. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Save my mistress away from him">><<replace "#choices">>I needed to do something, as <<light Yara>> was acting quite uncharacteristically for the dominant that she was. My mistress was in danger, and it was my duty to save her. As I moved away from <<light Eva>>, who gave me a look of confidence as I set about doing what I was to do, I noticed that <<light Jerome>> was whispering something in my mistress' ear, a beguiling influence that she listened to with closed eyes. She nodded her head, yet when she opened her eyes, she noticed me right there in front of them, their bodies against one another and both looking at me. <<s Author>>Yara?<</s>> I simply inquired. This approach seemed to snap my mistress out of her stupor, as she shamefully pushed herself away from the black man, and abruptly, no words said, rushed out of the class. I looked at that black man who stood there, a smug smile appearing on his face. <<s Jerome>>Your queen isn't as dominant as you thought now, is she?<</s>> He teased me, <<s Jerome>>Too bad you came in, want to take her place?<</s>> I couldn't find the words to stand up to that annoying man, and instead simply decided to walk away from him, a part of me fearing for the future of our Harem. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem" or $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<link "Watch our dominant seduce our friend">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no choice to be made, our decision already vocalized a few nights prior. <<light Jasmin>> next to me, we watched as the man we had encouraged completely seduced the woman in his arms. A whisper in her ear, a nod, and moments later, he expertly had our future harem girl grinding against him in front of the whole class. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-grinding.mp4">> The lesbian woman found no shame in debasing herself for our bull, our lover knowing that he had deep charisma and using it to his advantage. <<light Jasmin>>'s arm still around me, as was mine around her, we watched as the active seduction, the erotic sight of our black lover with his newest white conquest, took place right in front of our eyes. And here I thought that my master would need my help in seducing that slutty woman away from lesbianism. How stupid it was from me to think that I was needed for his web of seduction to take hold of the small person that was <<light Yara>>. In awe, <<light Jasmin>> and I imagined what it would look like for us with a bigger harem, our excitement too great to ignore. Our world was quickly shifting for the better. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<link "Watch him seduce our friend">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<set $relationship to "JeromeHarem">><<replace "#choices">>I knew we should have argued with him against it. But I also knew that the man would never let go of his goals. And so, helplessly, a part of me accepting his dominance over us, his freedom to seek whoever he wanted at whatever time, we watched, <<light Jasmin>> and I, as <<light Jerome>> slowly but surely seduced <<light Yara>> right in front of us, prepping her for the harem he was about to build now that we were silent in front of his actions. A whisper in her ear was all it took for <<light Yara>> to accept even more of his advances, and become an avid participant in her own debasement. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-grinding.mp4">> Right there on the dance floor, she started grinding herself against our bull, our master now, as his seduction slowly became complete. His strong black body and her athletic, lithe white one were a sight to behold, as I imagined her naked body alongside <<light Jasmin>>'s and mine servicing <<light Jerome>>'s. Why I'd ever fight against that eventuality was lost on me, but I had finally accepted my master's dominion over us, and realizing my inaction, <<light Jasmin>> also joined this sentiment, us both finally accepting our limitations. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This would make us complicit and changes the dynamics">> <<link "Remind him of our last agreement.">><<replace "#choices">>Our bull would not go about doing whatever the fuck he wanted. With that thought in mind, I approached the man with aggressive intent, wanting to stop him. Watching me approach though, <<light Yara>> must have felt a decent amount of shame, as she extrapolated herself from his arms, looking to apologize. <<s Yara>><<print $name>>... Sorry!<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Just go.<</s>> I said to her in a confident manner that she couldn't argue against. <<light Jerome>> understood what this was about, and yet with me sternly looking at him, he kept silent. <<s Author>>Last fucking time.<</s>> I warned him. I knew it wouldn't be his last, but I owed it to our relationship to give him the chance. <<light Jasmin>> moved to dance with him after that, dissuading him of any other wrong action. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Watch him seduce my partner">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Something inside of me stopped me from moving, some sick part that was kind of excited to be forgotten, relegated to a spectating role. In front of me, I watched as my partner was being actively seduced, the black man that was doing the seduction whispering something in her ear, and receiving a nod from her. It wasn't long before my loving lesbian partner was grinding her ass against a clothed balck cock in front of the whole class to see, and I was watching her do so with avid attention. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-grinding.mp4">> something in me dropped, my heart beating faster as I felt myself wetten down below. I realized that I was being turned on by this development, ignored by what was happening. <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>Mirroring <<light Jasmin>>'s admiration, I watched as our partners seduced one another, one of them clearly dominating the interaction, as I imagined all four of us in bed together.<</if>> And so, in awe of this natural seduction happening in front of me, and my partner being taken away from me, I found myself rubbing my legs together, excited about the prospect of it all, a huge part of me undeniably turned on by all of it. And I knew this was the moment where our realtionship completely shifted into its intended destination. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Save my partner away from him">><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to see my partner stolen away from me, to see her acting out of character like that in public, to see my love being manipulated in odd ways, I decided to head in their direction, to stop it all from devolving even further. <<light Jerome>> seemed to whisper something in her ear in seduction, before <<light Yara>> nodded and opened her eyes, only to see me there. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through her as she tensed up and moved away from him. <<s Yara>>Get the fuck off me.<</s>> The arrogant black man only laughed at this development. <<s Jerome>>You better keep her on a tight leash, <<print $name>>. That bitch is too much into me.<</s>> He warned as he walked away. <<light Yara>> rushed to hug me, and as I held her there, I couldn't help but wonder... What would have happened had I not interjected? Was I stopping <<light Yara>> from what she truly wanted. Doubts plaguing my mind, I returned her hug, looking to reassure my partner. I guess the question will be answered in time... <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Watch him seduce my friend">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I watched in rapt attention as the black man continued his active seduction of my supposedly lesbian friend, whispering something in her ear as that one nodded her head in acceptance. And just like that, the whole class was privy to a seductive sight, as <<light Yara>>, bending over and grinding herself against the dominant black man, started gathering groans from him. <<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-grinding.mp4">> Her asscheeks playing with his growing clothed cock, they offered a sight to behold, and I watched avidly as it evolved in front of me, enjoying the seduction that they brought to the table, as I enthusiastically saw them in their compromising position. Turned on by it all, I couldn't help but imagine the pair of them somewhere else, more private, and what they would get up to. The attractive, dominant black man, and the white lesbian he'd seduced away from pussy. I felt myself wetten considerably at that last thought, a part of me jealous of both. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Interject in what's happening.">><<replace "#choices">>I wouldn't allow my friend to be seduced or manipulated like that. And so, as I moved closer, I saw <<light Jerome>> whisper something in her ear, and her nodding in agreement. However, as she moved to whatever position he had suggested - or ordered of her at this point - she realized my approach and it seemed to knock some sense into her. Shamefully, she didn't maintain eye contact with me as she rushed out of the class, having extrapolated herself from him. He, on the other hand, remained there with a smug look on his face. <<s Jerome>>Too bad you came in, <<print $name>>. Hoe's desperate!<</s>> He laughed, <<s Jerome>>Or were you maybe hoping to take her place?<</s>> <<s Author>>In your dreams, asshole.<</s>> I said to him then. <<s Jerome>>Language!<</s>> He was just as annoyingly jovial as he'd started, <<s Jerome>>And that's right, I do dream about it.<</s>> Infuriated, I decided to simply walk away from that confrontation, not willing to go down that road with him. //What would have happened had I not interjected?// I couldn't bear the thought. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Angela Dance")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<pickup $dance "PU Angela Dance" 1>><<goto "Partner Up Angela Dance">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</if>>

<<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<s Angela>>I think we have some time for a dance, you and I.<</s>> Unexpectedly for her, my rival had decided to broach me during today's session, for once moving away from <<light Matthew>>. I had my suspicions behind her activity, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. <<s Author>>With pleasure.<</s>> I said welcomingly. <<light Angela>> was quick on her feet, wrapping her hand around my waist as she slowly started to lead the dance. <<s Angela>>Did you enjoy our show last week?<</s>> The woman teasingly asked. The memory of our encounter in the bathroom was still fresh on my mind, and I knew it was playing in her mind as well. The intensity of that encounter for her was lost on me though. <<s Author>>Did you enjoy it? Showing off for me?<</s>> I prompted then. Her clear laugh rose, grabbing the attention of some around us, before they went back to their dances as her performative laugh subsided. <<s Angela>>You're cute, <<print $name>>. Thinking that you have a footing in this dance.<</s>> At that statement, my rivalling dance partner started vying for control, wanting to lead me in the dance we found ourselves in. With her performance, there were still some eyes on us, and I knew that there would be a tension that I needed to break. <div id='angelachoice'><<if $subdom gte 50>><<link "Lead the dance">><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#angelachoice">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-attractive-assshake.mp4">> Moving my ass around, shaking it with all the vigor I could control, I slowly but surely started leading the dance in my favor. And then, when my rival tried to fight my control, I simply moved against her, knowing that an unrelentless assault was what was needed. <<light Angela>> was being challenged publicly, and she was actively losing that confrontation, and people were noticing. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/pu-lesbo-sub.jpg">> <<s Author>>Someone's finally learning how to improve her skills for Prom.<</s>> I said, looking to tease her for the vulnerability she was starting to show in my arms as I enjoyed her submissive position. <<s Angela>>I... I won't need to dance that night.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Angela>>I only care about the crown.<</s>> That statement gave me beautiful insight in where her mind was at, in where her thoughts were most concentrated, and how misguided she might have been. On the one hand, I knew she'd be the head cheerleader, and yet she didn't have the skills to dance with anyone. So if I wanted things to go my way, I'd need to expose her more publicly... <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Jerome Yara")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<goto "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lead the dance" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $totalsex gte 10>><<link "Put on a naughty show">><<add "reputation" 2>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#angelachoice">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-naughty-onfloor.mp4">>My body moving a bit more naughtily, I realized that I had natural assets that I needed to put to work. Taking that information in, I started moving seductively to the beat. Instead of trying to dissuade me or fight me over that control of the dance style, <<light Angela>> tried to join my effort, also putting her body on display. A part of me found a thrill at what was happening, supposed rivals being seductive together on a dance floor... <<s Author>>Someone's keen on improving her skills for Prom.<</s>> I said, actually appreciating the effort she was putting in alongside me. <<s Angela>>I... I won't need to dance that night.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Angela>>I only care about the crown.<</s>> That statement gave me beautiful insight in where her mind was at, in where her thoughts were most concentrated, and how misguided she might have been. On the one hand, I knew she'd be the head cheerleader, and yet she didn't have the skills to dance with anyone, only finding it best to follow their lead. So if I wanted things to go my way, I'd need to expose her more publicly... <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Jerome Yara")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<goto "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Put on a naughty show" "Not sexual enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "Just go with the flow">><<less "reputation" 1>><<add "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#angelachoice">><<vid "classes/dance-classes/pu-angela-domseductress.mp4">> The seductive <<light Angela>> knew what she was doing, her experience guiding us across the dance floor. Yet despite how attractive my moves were, because she led the charge, it all lended itself to her own reputation instead of mine. Just like that, I was realizing that I was losing footing with her, and through it I was noticing that she was more beguiling than she let on. <<s Author>>Someone's keen on improving her skills for the Easter Dance.<</s>> I said, trying to regain some sort of control over the situation. <<s Angela>>I won't need to dance that night.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Angela>>The crown is mine, I don't need to prove anything.<</s>> That statement gave me beautiful insight in where her mind was at, in where her thoughts were most concentrated, and how misguided she might have been. On the one hand, I knew she'd be the head cheerleader, and yet she didn't care to try to use her skills. This felt like valuable insight, that I was yet to know how to use to my advantage. <<link "Move along">><<if $dance.has("PU Jerome Yara")>><<goto "School">><<else>><<goto "Partner Up Jerome Yara">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/prom.jpg" "Prom Prospects">><h3>Prom Prospects</h3><<pickup $class "Prom Prospects" 1>></center> It was an exciting moment. Truly, a completely new moment that I had no way of anticipating. Almost out of nowhere, but also not really like that, I was being approached in the school hallways with congratulations that I was not expecting. See, class was boring. And things were not that exciting, especially after the long beautiful break that we had. But one thing was truly exciting about coming back to the real world. And it was the new status I had reached. <<s stranger>>Let's go <<print $name>>! You've got it girl!<</s>> One encouraged me as I walked down the hallway. It was weird, but I moved on. <<s professor>>I'm rooting for you, <<print $name>>!<</s>> Something was definitely up... Until I saw it. The announcement. A beautiful, rewarding announcement. With exciting names underneath! <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<pichalf "classes/prospects-full.jpg">><<else>><<pichalf "classes/prospects-belle.jpg">><</if>><<else>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<pichalf "classes/prospects-ella.jpg">><<else>><<pichalf "classes/prospects-bare.jpg">><</if>><</if>> My name. My name was up there with various contenders, all of which I knew. My name was there, and I was in contention for the one thing I truly was seeking this year. Regardless of my grades, I needed to prove myself as a social person. Regardless of all the studying I'd done in the past, I was now faced with the reality that it all didn't matter. This was what mattered, and my name being up there was definitely a proof of appreciation. People were seeing the true value that I brought to the table, and were giving me credit for it. Acknowledgment. This feeling was absolutely fantastic, and one I held onto as eople congratulated me. Though I could clearly see that my name wasn't the only one up there, and I was already starting to scope out the competition.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<pickup $thoughts "Eva Challenger" 1>><br>My once nerdy friend, now school bimbo, <<light Belle>> was one of the first name my eyes caught other than mine. Her presence there brought a weird chill down my spine, not quite knowing what to expect of her as a competitor, and truly understanding just how far we've both gone in being nominated even. Whether her name being there meant bad news for me or not was yet to be seen, but I could only hope that our friendship would still hold through what was sure to be an eventful month.<</if>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><br><<pickup $thoughts "Ella Challenger" 1>>Aside from that name, I was stunned yet thrilled to see one I never expected. <<light Ella>> was in for the competition! My trans femme friend, truly embracing her nature, and impressing quite a few people it seemed, was now not only a representation of femininity, but was also a beautiful contender for prom queen. Part of me found a weird thrill in seeing her name there, someone I helped in this journey, though another felt uneasy at seeing her being a challenger to my potential throne. These mixed emotions would sit with me as I moved on to see what other names were on the list.<</if>> <<light Yara>> was up there as well, a star athlete with a real chance at success, representing the school time and time again and showing everyone what she is capable of. I was happy to see that name. Alongside her, <<light Ria>> was also on the list. The president of the debate club was an eloquent person who truly knew how to portray herself in front of a crowd, as made apparent by her presence on that list. Expectantly, <<light Angela>> was up there as well, my rival a welcome challenger to my throne. Of all the names up there, she was my one true challenge, and she was the one I most looked forward to dominating. People surrounding me were offering me their congratulations, some excitedly pledging their vote while others preferred to approach <<light Yara>> who stood next to me. I looked at her, and she smiled at me. For now, we were still friendly competitors, and I knew that I would later have a deeper conversation about what that nomination truly meant for either of us. There was a lot on the line, and exciting times awaited us this coming month... I already knew that the dynamics of the school would start to change as we approached prom, and as we approached the end of the school year. A high anticipation was rising through me, my one true rival lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. <<link "Confront the Cheer Captain" "Prom Prospects Angela Talk">><<addtime>><</link>><<addtime>>

<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<pichalf "classes/prospects-full.jpg">><<else>><<pichalf "classes/prospects-belle.jpg">><</if>><<else>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<pichalf "classes/prospects-ella.jpg">><<else>><<pichalf "classes/prospects-bare.jpg">><</if>><</if>>

<<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<s Angela>>Prop up someone too much, and she very well might come for you!<</s>> <<light Angela>> had cornered me as I made my way out of the school, the newest revelation still fresh on both our minds. We were now officially rivals in this race to the top, and <<light Angela>> was starting to see me as a real threat. <<s Author>>Nice to meet you too, Angela!<</s>> I flashed my pearly whites at her, showing her that I was not a threat... Yet. <<s Angela>>It's been really beautiful to see you rise to the top, <<print $name>>, I'll give you that.<</s>> My rival said. <<s Angela>>From insignificant just a few months ago, look at where you are now.<</s>> Her words were laced with poison. There was an intensity to the moment, and I knew that this was the first of many encounters with her in the future. At least for now, we could afford ourselves some privacy, as we walked alongside one another towards my house, the sun slowly setting down on the horizon. <<s Angela>>It's nice to see that even your friends are in contention though!<</s>> She smiled back, <<s Angela>>Not that any of them is a true threat to either of us.<</s>> I don't know if I could agree with her, knowing the people that they were, but I wasn't going to go and reveal all my cards. I had a date waiting for me after all, and I didn't want to be late to it. <<light Yara>>, <<light Ria>>... There was a lot on the line here. <<s Angela>>But you... You are a sudden appearance, <<print $name>>. Dealing with them will be easy, dealing with you will be a delectable challenge.<</s>> She was trying to get a rise from me, a reaction that she could use against me. And it was obvious. It was obvious that there was a certain game that she was looking to play, and it seemed to me like... Like she was begging me to join in on that game. <div id='choices'><<link "The more you give me attention, the more I win, Angela.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<pickup $thoughts "Prom Angela Poise" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Angela...<</s>> I said, my tone turning serious, maing sure that every word that came out of my mouth would have its weight, <<s Author>>The more attention you give me, the more I win.<</s>> I looked into her eyes, and I could see a spark of hesitation in them. <<s Author>>I appreciate you looking for a rival to challenge you for what you consider to be your throne... But to me, you're just another quest to accomplish.<</s>> I needed to press the advantage I had, knowing that I was composed, knowing that she was unprepared for the confrontation she instigated. <<s Author>>Less than a quest, actually. An afterthought.<</s>> I said, honest. This whole thing may have started with her at the top of the hierarchy and me looking up at her, but things truly have changed since. Now that I was on her level, now that I saw her face to face... There was clear cracks in the "iron" hold that she has over, well, everything in her life. Cracks that were so easy to manipulate. <<s Author>>I appreciate your care and attention, they've given me the confidence I need to get here, on that piece of paper that calls us prospects.<</s>> I said to my supposed rival, <<s Author>>But I'll take it from here.<</s>> It was delectable to see the coursing of her eyes across mine. to see her authority waiver. With time, I'll influence her character and actions more and more. And with time, that will have an impact on everyone's perception of the self-proclaimed "Queen Bee". With an uncharacteristic hesitation, my once rival spoke up. <<s Angela>>I.. <</s>> She stopped herself, before taking her leave and moving away, a fast-paced walk down the corridor. //Delectable weakness.// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "If I'm going down, I'm taking you down with me.">><<less "Angela" 1>><<pickup $thoughts "Prom Angela War" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My face turned serious as that. I would not be threatened without retaliation. <<s Author>>Angela...<</s>> I said, looking to muster as much self-control and determination as I could, <<s Author>>If I'm going down, I'm taking you down with me.<</s>> I felt myself wanting to rise to the occasion, wanting to intimidate her, <<s Author>>I'd much rather any of them win than you, and I'll make sure that does happen.<</s>> I stated then. <<light Angela>>'s smile didn't leave her face. <<s Angela>>Oh I was wondering when this side of you would show. When the mask would be shed and your true emotions would start to make their appearance.<</s>> She said in a sly manner, <<s Angela>>And now that it's there... I can already see how beautiful it'll be to put you down.<</s>> I was infuriated. She would not take my threat seriously, and through that, I knew that there would be a way more layered competition than anticipated. <<s Author>>We'll see who gets the last laugh, "Queen Bee".<</s>> I said, spitting the words of her informal title back at her. The cheerleaders might be stroking her ego on the daily, but that didn't mean I'd make movements of my own in that direction. <<s Angela>>Thanks for remembering the title, princess.<</s>> She was unfased by my tone. <<s Angela>>Speaking of,<</s>> She continued, <<s Angela>>I hope I'll see you join us in our cheer trainings, watch or whatever, see what a true queen looks like.<</s>> At that, the slut took her leave and started moving away, at a leisurely, highly infuriating pace wawy from me. //Annoying haughtiness. Maybe it's best, for now, that I head home and relax with my partner.// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $club.has("CheerSlut")>><<link "I don't think I'm worth that attention, queen bee.">><<pickup $thoughts "Prom Angela Submission" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt myself weaken, soften in front of the powerful figure that was <<light Angela>>. How would she ever be threatened by dear old me? <<s Author>>Angela...<</s>> I said meekly, <<s Author>>I don't know what led you to believe me being a challenger.<</s>> I felt myself weaken even more. I felt myself want to make myself smaller to her. <<s Author>>I'm not a threat. You're the head cheerleader, and I'm a newbie. Up until recently, I've been only a nerd.<</s>> I could see her expression change at my admissions. She was... Angry? <<s Angela>>Seriously? One confrontation and you fold?<</s>> She asked, and I could hear the frustration in her voice. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I don't know how...<</s>> I was confused. Was I supposed to argue with her? Was I supposed to fake that I could be a challenger? How could I be a challenge? Why not the star athlete? Or the president of the debate club? Or any other girl? Why was I the person of interest? Seeing my confusion, <<light Angela>>'s expression changed even more, turning dejected. <<s Angela>>And here I thought I'd been building up a true conflict.<</s>> She said, <<s Angela>>Turns out you're just another stepstone and nothing more.<</s>> It felt bad to hear it. Not bcause I was described as a stepstone, but because I couldn't be more for her. I was confused by this development, not knowing how giving her what she wanted was exactly giving her what she didn't want. Did she want me to stop her road to glory? Was she secretely looking to fail? Was I, folding that easily? Confusion still racked my brain as she spoke in a soft tone. <<s Angela>>I already have plans for the rest of you, but I think you should do the same. I was hoping for more from you, <<print $name>>. You dumb slut better get to it.<</s>> She said, turning to walk away at a soft, controlled pace. Looking at her beautiful physique make that slow walk, I had to thank her. <<s Author>>Thanks, Angela.<</s>> I said, hoping she heard me. //Odd confusion...// My brain still trying to process the encounter, I decided to head out to my home, hoping for a good date for the night. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I don't think I'm worth that attention, queen bee." "Why would I say that?">><</if>></div>

As I settled in for the evening, my visitor now gone and my mind clear of any distractions, I was able to deal with my findings of the day... I had challengers to my throne, and I needed to make sure that they knew I was going to face them openly come Prom Night. At least, as openly as my relationships would allow me to. <<if $relationship is "ellaonly">>My newfound trans girlfriend, <<light Ella>>, might have been the biggest curve ball of this entire announcement, a beautiful lady that was finally being embraced for her femininity. Someone must have seen something in her that had made them want to put her name down there, and it was only shedding a spotlight on the lady who had recently started her transition journey. Granted, she was already quite feminine to begin with, and that was what started the complications that embarked her on this journey, but it was interesting to see just how far things were evolving in a mere 3 months. I was excited for her, for us, but didn't know entirely where her mind was at regarding the whole thing, a part of me wanting to catch up to her and give her the biggest hug ever. I had a big part in her journey, and it was finally culminating in recognition. Even if she was a challenger, we still were partners, and I still would be happy for my loving girlfriend for her new position.<<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">>My newfound trans girlfriend, part of a loving throuple that was starting to discover their dynamics, might have been the biggest curve ball of this entire announcement. <<light Ella>>, unlike <<light Eva>>, was more socially adept, and people were starting to realize it more and more. Beyond that, they were starting to embrace her as a true lady, finally embraced for her uniquely attractive femininity. Someone must have seen something in her that had made them want to put her name down there, and it was only shedding a spotlight on the lady who had recently started her transition journey. Granted, she was already quite feminine to begin with, and that was what started the complications that embarked her on this journey, but it was interesting to see just how far things were evolving in a mere 3 months. I was excited for her, for us all, but didn't know entirely where her mind was at regarding the whole thing, a part of me wanting to catch up to her and give her the biggest hug ever. Call to <<light Eva>> to join us. I had a big part in her journey, and it was finally culminating in recognition. Even if she was a challenger, we still were partners, and I still would be happy for my loving girlfriend for her new position.<<elseif $thoughts.has("Ella Challenger")>>My newfound trans friend <<light Ella>> was on the list, the biggest curveball in that entire announcement. I realized that people were starting to welcome her more and more, embrace her for her femininity, a beautiful culmination to a unique journey. Someone must have seen something in her that had made them want to put her name down there, and it was only shedding a spotlight on the lady who had recently started her transition journey. Granted, she was already quite feminine to begin with, and that was what started the complications that embarked her on this journey, but it was interesting to see just how far things were evolving in a mere 3 months. I was excited for her, for us both, but didn't know entirely where her mind was at regarding the whole thing, a part of me wanting to catch up to her and give her the biggest hug ever. I had a big part in her journey, and it was finally culminating in recognition. Even if she was a challenger, we still were close friends, and I still would be happy to stand next to her as they called my name.<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Eva Challenger")>>On the other hand, a challenger that I never wanted to face, someone that had been on a corruptive journey of her own, was also a name on the list. <<light Belle>>, my old nerdy friend now turned bimbo, had no shame or limitations to what she would do. I could see it when we rode the plane back, I could see it at the restaurant where we shared a meal. I could see it now in every interaction we'd been having. She was a changed woman already, and I felt somewhat intimidated by her. A part of me didn't know what the best approach to her nomination would be. //If you can't beat her, join her?//<</if>> <<if $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem">>My partner <<light Yara>> had always been bound to become nominated for the throne. An attractive athlete who was bringing the Egrogry name to new heights, she was one of the stars of the school. It was a shame that the cheerleaders were not there for her competitions, but I had a feeling that it was about to change, the excitement of the end of a season far too great to ignore. I knew that my partner had her place in the spotlight, and I knew that facing her on that stage would prove itself to be a challenge. A truly welcome one. One that I knew wouldn't remove from the intensity of our relationship, but rather heighten it.<<else>>The star athlete was always bound to be nominated for the throne. My friend <<light Yara>> was one of the stars of the school, bringing Egrogry to new heights in her competitions. It had always been a shame that the cheerleaders were not there to witness her greatness, but I had a feeling that it was about to change, the excitement of the end of a season far too great to ignore. She already had her place in the spotlight, and I knew that facing her on that stage would prove itself to be a unique and welcome challenge. One that I knew would allow itself distance when it came to facing our common enemies.<</if>> /*Ria's Opinions */An unexpected enemy came in the shape of <<light Ria>>. Highly talkative and argumentative, I knew I had to expect her to be there among the names, her speaking skills far too great to ignore. There must have been something that she said to <<light Priscilla>> that got her through with her name added, a president of the debate club that had secured her spot on the list. In realizing that her name was up there, I felt ashamed that <<light Jasmin>>'s would be missing, her charisma and activism set aside. //Maybe if the HRC was a legitimate club before spring break things might have been different for her? We probably should have started from last year...// /*Angela's Opinions */<<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>The final name on the list was the woman who'd been harboring a secret relationship with me, the woman I had willingly submitted to in the past, that I had eagerly welcomed and awaited to serve. <<light Angela>> was the most alluring of challenges, one that I didn't know I would ever be able to overcome, my mind warped in its perception of her greatness, and eager to welcome it as divine truth. I was in awe of my main challenger, a part of me wanting to fight with her if only to offer her a well deserved throne. I was in danger of my own mind as I imagined what the future would bring, hanging at her ever word, eager with anticipation.<<else>>The final name on the list was a woman that I knew I wanted to see utterly defeated and brought down low. <<light Angela>> had long believed that throne to be hers, and I knew I didn't need to dwell on her too long. I would not only offer her the biggest challenge she'd ever met, I would make sure she'd regret the day where she showed any sign of weakness around me.<</if>> <<linkreplace "What about the men?">>On the other side of that sheet were a few names that were interesting to see, though somewhat expected... <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">>Even though our third was not on the list, <<light Jerome>>'s name topped the Kings' part, for good reason. His confidence, his strong demeanor, his powerful character... All of it was feeding into the powerful person that he was, as I foudn myself imagining what it would look like to stand next to him on that stage, in front of everyone. How a queen and a king would show everyone how kissing looks like, how loving feels like... I was getting turned on at the mere thought of what we could do, already looking forward to what tomorrow would bring on our supposed date. <<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">>Even though my partner's name was not on the list of names up there with the ladies, her previous tormentor's was. <<light Jerome>>'s name graced the top of the men's list, and I knew that <<light Jasmin>> would have strong opinions about it. I knew that I needed to talk to her soon to make sure that everything was aligning well for her.<<else>>One of the first names on the list was <<light Jerome>>'s, the man that would continue his arrogant streak now that people were starting to boost his ego even more. I knew that <<light Jasmin>> would have something to say about this, and was already looking forward to the conversation we'd have about this.<</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<light Matthew>>, the other part of my tormenting duo, was also on the list, a man with an impressive character and an arrogance that could not be ignored. Seemingly a common thread between these two names, he was a confident person whose ego grated on everyone's psyches, and I was already imagining how he'd torment people about his position... And silently adoring it, imagining him towering over me as he dominantly toook over alongside his attractive woman... Intimidatingly hot images coursed through my head, and I eagerly leaned into them.<<else>><<light Matthew>> was another arrogant bastard on the list, a man that I knew would continue to be a pain as time progressed, and a person that I was eager to continue to put in his place if I had any power to do so. A part of me truly saw the link between him and his girlfriend, the two intrinsically linked that impacting one of them would hurt the other's chances...<</if>> /*Julio's Opinions */A third name I had not expected was <<light Julio>>'s, a man that was there seemingly by random happenance. There wasn't much about the guy that I knew other than his attraction to my social butterfly friend, and I felt like he was an anomaly that I didn't even know how to approach... As I played in my head all the different challenger, nominees, prospects of the new month, I realized how time flew by with mere evaluation, images of my contenders in my head lulling me to a somewhat early sleep... <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>>

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<div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "A university's visit">><<pickup $class "University Prospects" 1>> <<s professor>>Let's go, to the auditorium!<</s>> Our professor had barely arrived at class before calling us up to leave it and head towards another location, none of us quite sure what it was about. <<light Jerome>> had decided to approach the professor as we started preparing ourselves to leave. <<s Jerome>>What is this about?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s professor>>Some college, university or whatnot is coming to advertise their programs. Just be happy you missed today's class.<</s>> That was odd, but I was intrigued to find out what that university brought to the table and what it offered. It was an interesting prospect, who knew what they'd share with us... //Though a part of me likely already knew...// <<link "To the auditorium">><<replace "#continue">><center><<pichead "locations/auditorium.jpg" "At the auditorium">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>University Prospects</h3></center> <<s stranger>>Please, grab your seats, please...<</s>> There was a staff member ushering us towards our seats in the auditorium. On mine, I found a flyer lying down. <center><<link "<img src='images/classes/sup-stuff/sup-promotion-tame.jpg' width='500px' title='Click for more'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SUP Flyer Naughty").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></center> I picked it up and gave it a look, intrigued by its contents... The SUP... The Swedish University for Progressive Learning... <<if $springbreak.has("Bekham Offer Accepted")>>Images of our time across the ocean flashed in my mind as I remembered a rather sinister party in a random castly in Sweden. I immediately recognized that this entire thing was <<light Bekham>>'s doing, though I didn't know what exactly it was that was happening. Was his spying continuing?<<else>>Did they really bring us people from all the way across the world, another continent, to talk to us about their college and what it had to offer? I mean, the flyer was nice and everything, but I was skeptical of what exactly they'd be teaching us and what programs they'd have that really set them apart...<</if>> <<s Priscilla>>Hello, students.<</s>> Our principal had taken the stage, addressing us all. <<s Priscilla>>We are lucky to have representatives from the SUP here with us today and throughout this week to tell us all about their programs and what they bring to the educational table so to speak.<</s>> She explained, elaborating further on the reason for this assembly. <<s Priscilla>>I would like to particularly thank Mr. Bekham for making it all happen.<</s>> With this addition, I could see <<light Bekham>> appear on the side of the stage and acknowledge the callout. <<s Priscilla>>We soon will have them give you a nice presentation about what they have been doing to create opportunity for young people like you to build a better, sustainable future for people of all races and genders.<</s>> She said with confidence, years of public speaking experience clearly evident. <<s Priscilla>>So without further ado, please welcome the director of SUP and all-around great guy, Mr. <<light Hudson>>.<</s>> <<pic Hudson>>The SUP's Director<</pic>> Applause ringed out as we greeted the stern-looking person on stage, a confident person in his posture and presentation. He took a moment looking at all of us, studying us, before he spoke, already having caught our attention with his self-control. <<if $springbreak.has("Bekham Offer Accepted")>>He wasn't a stranger to me, that night still very vivid in my mind, and the mission I had just as present and prevalent.<<else>><</if>> <<s Hudson>>Your future is here. It is now.<</s>> He spoke clearly, a monotonous voice that still held an undeniable amount of gravitas. <<s Hudson>>Your life is to change the way you want it to, and the world is to change the way we want it to.<</s>> His words were almost poetic, as we watched him speak, the whole of the auditorium silent and engaged. <<s Hudson>>It is through joining our university that you can be part of a movement of change and evolution. It is a scary thing, going all the way across the world to a different country to study at a strange university and meet strangers. It is a weird and oddly heavy thing to be following that path less traveled, not knowing what awaits on the other side. But here I am, president of the university, telling you that we've got you. That your safety is all but guaranteed, and that your future awaits.<</s>> He spoke, and we listened, engaging us and communicating with us, relating to our struggles. It felt nice being seen like that, and he knew how to make us feel seen. <<s Hudson>>So you're a new student here.<</s>> He had accosted <<light Eric>>, talking to him as he stood near him, almost interrogating him. <<s Hudson>>And how has that experience been for you?<</s>> The mic hovered in front of <<light Eric>>'s face, as the president awaited his answer. <<s Eric>>It's been an experience. I've grown so much.<</s>> <<if $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple" or $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship")>>My partner spoke out, maybe failing to mention the reason behind his growth.<<else>>My friend admitted almost shyly.<</if>> <<s Hudson>>And yet you are still here, alive and well.<</s>> He regained control of the mic, moving on to his next example or victim. <<if $leoavoid is false>>His eyes fell on <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>. <<s Hudson>>Hallå.<</s>> He told <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<else>>him<</if>>, greeting my <<if $relationship is "ellaonly" or $relationship is "leoonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>. <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Sorry I thought you were Swedish. You look so much like them.<</s>> The president spoke in a jokeful manner, gaining a few laughs from my fellow students. <<s Hudson>>You'd fit right into our university.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know about that...<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>She<<else>>He<</if>> was hesitant. <<s Hudson>>It's quite easy, really. All it would take is to apply. And we'll make that choice for you.<</s>> He spoke, his eyes contesting <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>'s, challenging <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<else>>him<</if>> with something they had no way of winning. <<s Hudson>>You do seem, beyond your looks, like someone who has the potential to do great things for the movement-<</s>> There was a silence. <<s Hudson>>Of the university, that is.<</s>> His stare deep into my <<if $relationship is "ellaonly" or $relationship is "leoonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>'s soul soon drifted away, and I could see my <<if $relationship is "ellaonly" or $relationship is "leoonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> give a sigh of relief. <<else>>He surveyed the crowd as he continued with his speech.<</if>> <<s Hudson>>As Sweden grows more progressive, more welcoming of different cultures, so does the marginalized races in their country do. I am a black man, president of one of their most progressive and advanced universities. And I am here to tell you, especially if you're black or hispanic, queer or part of a minority, your place at our university is all but guaranteed.<</s>> This statement gave me pause. I didn't know where I fell in that spectrum of minority. I probably didn't fit in at all. I was a white person who had a relatively privileged life... <<s Hudson>>Don't let that deter you cis white people from applying. Our university definitely has a place for you too. And we will help you reform and regrow into a better person in this new world.<</s>> What kind of a utopian university is he advertising for? <<if $springbreak.has("Bekham Offer Accepted")>>I knew there was holes in this dystopia he was selling, the castle in my mind reminding me of the intensity of his dealings, of the danger that lurked behind his every action and movement...<<else>>Why does it feel like a dream? Like a... fabrication?<</if>> He was walking amongst our seats now, surveying our students and calling them out one by one, trying to find more people to follow his cause and listen to what he had to say. <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<s Hudson>>This here, this is what we promote.<</s>> He was looking at <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, our resident interracial couple, seated next to each other. <<s Hudson>>You two are the norm in our university in Sweden, a couple that cares not for race but rather looks at the other person's truth.<</s>> The president spoke, and his voice carried some sort of hope. <<s stranger>>Nah that girl's his hoe.<</s>> A student, hiding their face and origin of their voice, spoke up, immediately gathering laughs from people around them. <<s Jasmin>>Who said that?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> looked around, her cheeks painted red at the statement made. <<s Hudson>>Someone who wouldn't be accepted at our university, that's who. We accept your natural urges, encourage them. We do not encourage shame.<</s>> He looked at her still, and I could see her softening under his stare... I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I understood that there was something there. <<s Hudson>>Despite you not being a minority, your place at the university is still secured. Reformation is one of our strong suits.<</s>> He cleared away from her side, his eyes once again looking for his next victim.<<else>><<s Hudson>>This here, this is what we promote.<</s>> He was looking at <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, who just happened to be seated next to each other. <<s Hudson>>You two are the norm in our university in Sweden, a couple that cares not for race but rather looks at the other person's truth.<</s>> The president spoke, and his voice carried some sort of hope. <<s Jasmin>>Oh no don't get it wrong. I had nowhere else to sit.<</s>> My friend obviously had a bone to pick with her partner, and didn't find an issue with airing these problems in front of the whole school. A few snickers rose in the audience. <<s Hudson>>And that's also the kind of behavior that we work on fixing at our university. Is this man not desirable for you because he's black?<</s>> <<light Hudson>> stared at her intensely. He seemed to be personally invested with what was happening there. <<s stranger>>Nah that girl's his hoe.<</s>> A student, hiding their face and origin of their voice, spoke up, immediately gathering laughs from people around them. <<s Jasmin>>Who said that? We're not together anymore!<</s>> She desperately called out to whoever had attacked her. <<s Hudson>>Someone who wouldn't be accepted at our university, that's who. We accept your natural urges, encourage them. We do not encourage shame.<</s>> He looked at her still, and I could see <<light Jasmin>> softening under his stare... I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I understood that there was something there. <<s Hudson>>Despite you not being a minority, your place at the university is still secured. Reformation is one of our strong suits.<</s>> He cleared away from her side, his eyes once again looking for his next victim.<</if>> I knew it was coming, even though I didn't quite know what he'd see in me... <<s Hudson>>I've been told by your principal, Dr. Priscilla, that you've all recently received the devastating news of your... lacking applications to colleges.<</s>> He continued, talking to everyone. I was feeling a sense of dread. A sense of impending doom. He walked closer. <<s Hudson>>People who have worked all their lives to get the highest grades are now at the bottom of the food chain simply because they followed the system.<</s>> He spoke words that rung too relatable to my ears. <<s Hudson>>With nothing to show for it, no prospects for the future.<</s>> He continued, drilling the point home. His eyes turned and looked at me, landing on the person that related most to these words. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/hudson-lookingdown.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>That doesn't have to mean that it's the end. There's always time for change. There's always time to do better.<</s>> He looked at me intently. <<s Hudson>>You can still prove that you have a future in education.<</s>> His eyes never left mine, as he seemed to be talking directly to me. <<s Hudson>>That is why, with the help of your principal, we have organized for another session per class, to further talk about your specific capabilities and how they'd fit in our university.<</s>> He talked to everyone again, the intense moment passing. <<s Hudson>>I'll be passing by your classes in the upcoming week to see what you have to offer and if you fit in our programs, and in doing so will see what offer I can make you for your continued education.<</s>> He gave us hope. And he knew the effect he had on us, basking in the applause he was receiving. <<s Hudson>>Your future is here. It is now.<</s>> //I needed to make sure that my partner is ready for these applications when the time comes. A lot is on the line.// <<if $springbreak.has("Bekham Offer Accepted")>>I knew also that <<light Bekham>> was unfolding a plan of sorts, and I was hoping that my curiosity wouldn't be too great that he would have an answer to me. After all, I did go across the continent in my vacation for him...<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

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<<pickup $class "University Prospects" 1>>This was the moment of truth. Mr. <<light Hudson>> had taken one of our classes, and was awaiting our visit. One couple after the next, we would visit that man in his fortress and try to convince him of our worthiness to be accepted into his university. <<if $friendsevents.count("YaraSUPTalk") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "YaraSUPTalk" 1>><<goto "Yara SUP Pre-Talk">>/* What is Leo Doing?*/<<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Alone")>>Next to me, a friend was looking to gather one last ounce of courage before walking in, alone. <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<s Author>>You've got this, Leo. I believe in you.<</s>> I said to him with confidence, eager to see my friend's success in his endeavor. He smiled at me as he walked into the room on his own. Only a couple of minutes later, he was walking out with a big frown on his face. <<s Author>>What happened?<</s>> I was worried for him. <<s Leo>>I'm not enough on my own.<</s>> He said dejectedly before walking away, obviously having been denied his future.<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<s Author>>You've got this, Ella. I believe in you.<</s>> I said to her with confidence, eager to see my friend's success in her endeavor. She smiled at me as she walked into the room on her own. Only a couple of minutes later, she was walking out with a big frown on her face. <<s Author>>What happened?<</s>> I was worried for her. <<s Leo>>I'm not enough on my own.<</s>> She said dejectedly before walking away, obviously having been denied her future.<<else>><<s Author>>You've got this, Alex. I believe in you.<</s>> I said to them with confidence, eager to see my friend's success in their endeavor. They smiled at me as they walked into the room on their own. Only a couple of minutes later, they were walking out with a big frown on their face. <<s Author>>What happened?<</s>> I was worried for them. <<s Leo>>I'm not enough on my own.<</s>> They said dejectedly before walking away, obviously having been denied their future.<</if>> <<s Hudson>><<print $name>>. It's your turn.<</s>> The voice of the principal rose from inside the room, pulling me away from the moment with my friend and into the situation that awaited me. <div id='choices'><<link "I should apply with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>> <<link "Maybe I should consider other options instead">><<replace "#choices">><<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>My two lovers were indeed here, looking at me with smirks on their faces. Did I want to apply with my <<link "rivals instead?" "SUP Application Rivals">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor winked at me, knowing that I would love to <<link "apply with his help." "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship") and $class.count("SUP Yara Belle") is 0>>The bimbo <<light Belle>> was looking at me with anticipation. Should I <<link "go in with her?" "SUP Application Belle">><</link>><</if>> Or, alternatively, I could simply ignore it all and try to <<link "apply on my own" "SUP Application Alone">><</link>> or go back to my <<link "partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Like my secret relationships">></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Julio")>>In front of me, I saw <<light Leo>> and <<light Julio>> walking out of the class hand in hand, each holding a paper that definitely signified success. <<light Julio>> turned to look at me, giving me a wink and a nod, appreciative of my activity in matching the two of them. I knew I'd get more information about how things went for them when I meet <<light Leo>> in the school corridors, but the sight of this success raised my spirits ahead of my own challenge. I was looking forward to it. <div id='choices'><<link "I should apply with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>> <<link "Maybe I should consider other options instead">><<replace "#choices">><<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>My two lovers were indeed here, looking at me with smirks on their faces. Did I want to apply with my <<link "rivals instead?" "SUP Application Rivals">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor winked at me, knowing that I would love to <<link "apply with his help." "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship") and $class.count("SUP Yara Belle") is 0>>The bimbo <<light Belle>> was looking at me with anticipation. Should I <<link "go in with her?" "SUP Application Belle">><</link>><</if>> Or, alternatively, I could simply ignore it all and try to <<link "apply on my own" "SUP Application Alone">><</link>> or go back to my <<link "partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Like my secret relationships">></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eva") and $relationship is "evaonly">>Next to me, <<light Eva>> was just now learning of our newest addition. <<s Eva>>I... I don't see why not...<</s>> She said, a slight blush appearing on her face. <<s Author>>You like this, don't you?<</s>> I asked her with a bit of a bigger smile appearing on my lips. <<if $evacharacter is "Submissive">>The submissive couldn't hide her blush as she looked away from me. Luckily for her, our new third interjected before I could call her out further on it.<<else>>My romantic partner tried to maintain her composure, allowing herself a small shy smile at the prospect. Luckily for her, our new third interjected before I could call her out further on it.<</if>> <<s Ella>>Thanks for having me guys, I don't know what I would have done without you.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's our pleasure, Ella.<</s>> I said, before identifying the opportunity to tease my partner further, <<s Author>>Literally.<</s>> <<light Eva>>'s blush only grew further before we walked in with our friend, not knowing what to expect from the application. <<link "Go in" "SUP Application EvaLeoNew">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eva")>>Ahead of me, I saw <<light Ella>> and <<light Eva>> walk out of the classroom, big smiles on their faces as they looked at one another lovingly. There was something sweet about that sight, as I imagined what it meant for them and what would come out of this development. I knew I'd have the opportunity to talk to them about this in the school's corridors, though for now I needed to concentrate on my own application. <div id='choices'><<link "I should apply with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>> <<link "Maybe I should consider other options instead">><<replace "#choices">><<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>My two lovers were indeed here, looking at me with smirks on their faces. Did I want to apply with my <<link "rivals instead?" "SUP Application Rivals">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor winked at me, knowing that I would love to <<link "apply with his help." "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship") and $class.count("SUP Yara Belle") is 0>>The bimbo <<light Belle>> was looking at me with anticipation. Should I <<link "go in with her?" "SUP Application Belle">><</link>><</if>> Or, alternatively, I could simply ignore it all and try to <<link "apply on my own" "SUP Application Alone">><</link>> or go back to my <<link "partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Like my secret relationships">></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Ellis")>>Ahead of me, I saw <<light Alex>> and <<light Ellis>> walk out of the classroom, big smiles on their faces as they looked at one another lovingly. There was something sweet about that sight, as I imagined what it meant for them and what would come out of this development. I knew I'd have the opportunity to talk to them about this in the school's corridors, though for now I needed to concentrate on my own application. <div id='choices'><<link "I should apply with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>> <<link "Maybe I should consider other options instead">><<replace "#choices">><<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>My two lovers were indeed here, looking at me with smirks on their faces. Did I want to apply with my <<link "rivals instead?" "SUP Application Rivals">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor winked at me, knowing that I would love to <<link "apply with his help." "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>>The bimbo <<light Belle>> was looking at me with anticipation. Should I <<link "go in with her?" "SUP Application Belle">><</link>><</if>> Or, alternatively, I could simply ignore it all and try to <<link "apply on my own" "SUP Application Alone">><</link>> or go back to my <<link "partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Like my secret relationships">></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eric")>>My partner next to me, we were approached by the person that I'd invited to join us. <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<s Leo>>Hey, ready for this?<</s>> <<light Leo>> said confidently, as <<light Eric>> looked at me for explanation. <<s Author>>Hey Leo!<</s>> I greeted my friend, before explaining to my partner. <<s Author>>Leo's in need of someone to help him.<</s>> <<s Author>>And I suggested that he joins us, that way we'd have more of a chance to show that we're not your usual couple, you know...<</s>> <<s Eric>>We're too white and straight.<</s>> He seemed to understand where I was coming from. <<s Author>>Unfortunately.<</s>> I agreed with his statement. <<s Eric>>Welcome to the couple, Leo.<</s>> My partner said while laughing, the situation already precarious for us, and any opportunity a win for the bigger picture. What's the point of an open relationship if not to explore in such situations, after all? <<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<s Ella>>Hey, ready for this?<</s>> <<light Ella>> said enthusiastically, as <<light Eric>> looked at me for explanation. <<s Author>>Hey Ella!<</s>> I greeted my friend, before explaining to my partner. <<s Author>>She's in need of someone to help her.<</s>> <<s Author>>And I suggested that she joins us, that way we'd have more of a chance to show that we're not your usual couple, you know...<</s>> <<s Eric>>We're too white and straight.<</s>> My partner seemed to understand where I was coming from. <<s Author>>Unfortunately.<</s>> I agreed with his statement. <<s Eric>>Welcome to the couple, Ella.<</s>> My partner said while laughing, the situation already precarious for us, and any opportunity a win for the bigger picture. What's the point of an open relationship if not to explore in such situations, after all?<</if>> <<link "Go in" "SUP Application EricLeo">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Me") and $relationship is "Bekham">>My partner would not be of help to me in this situation, as I met up with my friend to whom I'd promised we'd face this together. <<s Leo>>Ready to walk in?<</s>> <<s Author>>As I'll ever be.<</s>> I replied, not knowing what <<light Bekham>> would do about this entire situation, him being the reason behind the university's presence at school in the first place. <<link "Go in" "SUP Application BekhamLeo">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Me") and $relationship is "none">>Free as a bird, I saw <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> approach me, ready to go into the application alongside one another. <<s Ella>>Ready to go?<</s>> <<s Author>>As I'll ever be.<</s>> I replied, not quite knowing what to expect from the application that awaited us, and hoping that this was the best option for the both of us. <<link "Go in" "SUP Application SingleLeo">><</link>> <<else>>Couple after another, people were passing through, until we were the last team to prove themselves to the principal of the obscure overseas university. I steeled my resolve before walking in. <div id='choices'><<link "I should apply with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>> <<link "Maybe I should consider other options instead">><<replace "#choices">><<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>My two lovers were indeed here, looking at me with smirks on their faces. Did I want to apply with my <<link "rivals instead?" "SUP Application Rivals">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>My professor winked at me, knowing that I would love to <<link "apply with his help." "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship") and $class.count("SUP Yara Belle") is 0>>The bimbo <<light Belle>> was looking at me with anticipation. Should I <<link "go in with her?" "SUP Application Belle">><</link>><</if>> Or, alternatively, I could simply ignore it all and try to <<link "apply on my own" "SUP Application Alone">><</link>> or go back to my <<link "partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "SUP Application Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "SUP Application EricSamuel">><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<goto "SUP Application YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<goto "SUP Application Eva">><<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<goto "SUP Application Yara">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<goto "SUP Application Jasmin">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<goto "SUP Application JJ">><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<goto "SUP Application MyaJerome">><<else>><<goto "SUP Application Alone">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Like my secret relationships">></div><</if>>

<<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/belle-talk2.jpg">>There was no denying that I was legitimately interested in what some time with <<light Belle>> would look like, especially since a large part of me wanted to discover what she'd have in store for me. <<s Belle>>Follow my lead.<</s>> We went in, we talked, and moments later, as expected, <<light Belle>> started leading the conversation the way she wanted to. <<s Belle>>We're the smartest bimbos you'll ever meet, sir.<</s>> She explained to the man with the thirsty attitude she'd learned to grow this entire time. <<s Belle>>And we're ready to prove it.<</s>> I had to be, otherwise it would look badly on her. And after all, I knew exactly what to expect going in with her. There was nothing to be lost, right? <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-admiration.mp4">> Alongside my naughty bimbo "partner", I watched as the man revealed his BBC to us, swinging beautifully and enticingly, welcoming up to play with it as I felt my mouth water. <<s Eva>>The best part of being a bimbo.<</s>> It was like I was being taught, though the way my body reacted, so eagerly, told me that maybe I was further along in my education than I anticipated... <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/eva-bbc.jpg">> My lovely bimbo friend was quick to get to work, wrapping her greedy lips around the cock willingly and eagerly. <<s Eva>>I love black cock, it's the best!<</s>> She praised as the man looked down at us. <<s Hudson>>That's quite progressive of you.<</s>> He joked, alluding to the name of his university without entirely pushing towards something in particular. <<s Eva>>I love nothing more than to serve real men like yourself, sir.<</s>> <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/eva-bj.mp4">> My bimbo friend spoke with such devotion that a part of me felt jealous. How could she become so good at this stuff so fast? I wanted that for myself! And as my mind tried to calculate the best ways to be joining her in her adventure, I heard her whisper to me from underneath the dominant cock. <<s Eva>>Don't hesitate to let go, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She encouraged me. <<s Eva>>Suck it if you want.<</s>> I was ready to go in with her, serve the BBC alongside her, when she gave me room for more thought. <<s Eva>>Unless you truly want to embrace the bimbo lifestyle and serve this cock correctly.<</s>> I knew what she meant, and could feel the heat rise through me. I had helped her this far, and now she was returning the favor. And a huge part of me wanted that entirely. <div id='choices'><<link "Yes please!">><<pickup $class "SUP Bimbo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-insertion.jpg">> Just like that, I accepted my place alongside my bimbo friend, lying on my back as the man positioned himself to prepare for his penetration. <<s Belle>>That's such a good girl.<</s>> He praise was beautiful, enticing, and I wanted nothing more than to keep hearing it. <<s Author>>Mmm fuck.<</s>> I moaned without care, eager to be feeling the blac cock in me, eager to be following in my lover's footsteps, to be letting go of what held me back and embracing what I truly wanted to do. I was a bimbo, just like her, and I didn't mind that at all. I belonged here. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-spread.jpg">> I belonged alongside <<light Belle>>, bimbos ready to serve cock, ready to take it inside of us because of the way it made us feel. Because of the way it made us shut down our minds and simply accept the pleasure of our bodies. I was enjoying it - and I was more than eager to keep seeing the effect that cock had on me and her. We were cock-drunk horny girls, and that's all that we could aspire to. And that was more than enough for the future we wanted for ourselves. We'd get in that university because of it, not because of our grades. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-creampie.jpg">> And it felt right, being showered with the man's cum and compliments because of my body, not my mental ability. We were still smart, her and I, we were still individuals with the brains to deal with the situations that came across us. But using our bodies as an answer was easiest, was most effective, and that was the smart thing to do. We'd get to our goals like that. Her and I... Bimboes. It felt right. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Blow him instead">><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> I wrapped my lips around his cock, not quite ready to go all the way in my naughty activity just yet. <<light Belle>> was a more accomplished bimbo than I was, envisioning riding the stranger simply because of how it would make her feel and because of the reward that would come out of it. And as I internally admired her for it, I couldn't help but feel that I could be doing more because of it. I was more than eager to blow him, but going as far as fucking him... <<light Belle>> was way more courageous than I was. And maybe smarter, knowing what needs to be done to get a job done... <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-mecumshot.mp4">> She still respected my decision, though, helping me get the guy over the edge as she encouraged me to drink his offered seed. <<s Belle>>That's it you naughty girl.<</s>> She enouraged me as I continued to blow the man. <<s Belle>>See how easy it is to let go?<</s>> She'd whisper in my ear, the subtle brainwashing quite effective as I realized I nodded my head along. She was the smartest person I knew, and her deciding to be a bimbo must have meant something. After all. we'd gotten accepted at the university thanks to our bodies and our willingness to go over the top with the man, and that had to mean something! I kind of liked it like that... <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Here I was, about to walk in on my own, when my new secret partner called out to me in front of everyone that was gathered there. <<s Angela>>Come on, babe.<</s>> The head cheerleader, my hidden secret that was slowly becoming more public, ushered me alongside her boyfriend, <<s Angela>>Let's show this guy why I deserve to be in his university.<</s>> The way she spoke with authority as she basically dragged me into the room made it clear that she was in control of the situation as we reached the man inside, his stern look an ever-present feature. I could only imagine what people outside would be thinking about this as I tried to wrap my head around the situation that I'd found myself in. <<s Hudson>>These applications are for couples. What's this?<</s>> The president of the overseas university asked sternly, wanting some immediate answers, ones I didn't have. <<s Angela>>We are a couple,<</s>> The head cheerleader said then, almost dismissive of my presence, before adding, <<s Angela>>With a little extra.<</s>> I saw the man's eyebrow raise at this statement, as he studied us all in front of him. <<s Matthew>><<print $name>> is a recent addition to our dynamics, one that we are more than willing to show off.<</s>> The male athlete said, flashing his pearly whites with an arrogance that only he can truly muster. <<s Hudson>>Elaborate.<</s>> At least he was interested, though I didn't know how my couple would prove it to him. A part of me dreaded what was to happen next, but I knew, as we looked at one another, that this was a clear turning point for us all. One that I could very well use to my advantage. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -50>><<link "Submit entirely to their authority">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked with clear submissiveness at my dominant couple, deferring to their authority, as I heard <<light Angela>> speak up. <<s Angela>>Young couples like us, so attractive and in control of our destiny, like stringing along people like <<print $name>>, desperate toys that want nothing more than to serve greatness, and would stop at nothing to worship us.<</s>> The dominant lady spoke with such authority that I could only watch her with awe. <<s Angela>>Some would call such creatures Unicorns,<</s>> She said as <<light Matthew>> placed his hand on my shoulder, slowly but surely pushing me down to my knees to become that animal they spoke of, <<s Angela>>but to us <<print $name>> is nothing but a bitch willing to do anything to be put in place and to exist in our vicinity.<</s>> I felt heat rise through me at the intense humiliation that I was being subjected to. Whatever thought of fight and honor that I might have had before was being completely wiped out of me in real time alongside the attractive white couple, my weakness of character being made all too apparent to the scrutinizing black man that seemed to enjoy what he was seeing. <<s Matthew>>A bitch, like pavlov's dog, that can go in heat at the simple snap of a finger.<</s>> The man pushed his point with a snap of his finger, pointing to the ground and his feet. I knew what was expected of me, and followed the command I was being given like a good pet. Like a bitch. <<light Angela>> had to laugh a tiny bit, a soft moan escaping her lips, as she saw me debase myself like that for them. <<s Angela>>We might look like your usual couple,<</s>> The head cheerleader addressed the president while I looked at both their feet, hers in sandals, and his in shoes. Her toes oh so beautifully pedicured, visions of perfection that just demanded my attention. My vision blurred, the only thing that was important being these beautiful toes, my mind going over what they would taste like, how much of a humiliation it would be to answer that question with action, and how horny that would continue to make me feel, like a bitch in heat. <<s Angela>>But we are more than that. We are the vision of a progressive couple, mixed, but also willing to explore the boundaries of our relationship and subject others to our will.<</s>> She further spoke, voices in the background of my intense staring at her delectable superior toes. <<s Angela>>And we are the perfect match to your university, the both of us but also the bitch that is about to embrace her inner desires.<</s>> The bitch did, as I lowered myself to her toes and planted a deep kiss on them, showing my ultimate debasement at my queen's feet. I could hear her chuckle, but deep down I was more than happy to have offered her something to be happy about. I was a bitch in heat that was making her owners happy, and there was nothing else that wuld even compare to that feeling. <<s Hudson>>I can see that you'll fit in really well at my university. You're welcome.<</s>> I didn't care about what the humans were talking about, more than happy to follow the urges coursing through me and turning me into a moaning, needy mess underneath them. It took a shaking leg and a soft rub against my face to move me away, as I realized that I was making love to the foot that dominated my entire field of vision. If things hadn't stopped then, I seriously think I'd have rubbed myself against her leg. //Will I ever have the chance to?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship Me")>><<link "Take control of the situation">><<add "reputation" 2>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was not going to pass up the opportunity to fully adapt this relationship to what I look like, to what I felt was the right way for it to be represented. If there was ever a chance to finally show them both where the power dynamics truly laid, it was now, and I was about to make sure that it was officialized through external validation. <<s Author>>They were always looking for someone to show them the ropes of true loving, someone to take control and teach them what they would never have been able to find out with one another.<</s>> I slowly but surely started taking control of the situation, <<s Author>>And while we might be the same age, they had both been struggling with the balance between their public image and private one for way too long - that is, until I came into the picture.<</s>> I moved between them, putting my hand softly on either of their shoulders, wanting to physically show my intrusion as well as I was verbally describing it. <<s Author>>You see, in front of you, you have the head cheerleader and the swim team captain, both the prime example of who the school would look up to, with all the pressure that comes with the job. And they both have gotten to tired to keep filling these big shoes, trying to keep up with people's expectations of them, that even in their private time they wanted someone to dominate and play with. Heavy lays the crown.<</s>> I explained, teasing them as I allowed my hand to drift across their shoulders in a sultry manner. <<s Author>>This is where I came in, initially someone that they thought they could dominate and control, someone that would help feed their ego and offer them the admiration that they thought they deserved.<</s>> I continued my story, my grip on them both turning more firm and controlling, <<s Author>>But it soon became obvious to me that they were looking for way more than a toy to subject to their whims, but were rather in the market for someone to guide them; they craved someone to control their very actions, and slowly but surely led them to a path once unexplored by either of them.<</s>> I smiled at them, first turning my attention to the star athlete. <<s Author>>Matthew, so obviously misguided, realized that he was in search for someone to dominate his actions entirely, not the "alpha male" that he thought he was but rather someone in need of a woman to dominate him and show him his place on his knees next to her.<</s>> I said, indeed pushing him down to his rightful place underneath me, the gesture sending beautiful waves of control through me as I saw him follow the lead I was showing. <<s Author>>And lovely Angela here,<</s>> I turned to my rival turned lover, <<s Author>>Is in desperate need of a break, her sapphic aspirations growing by the day, cooped up alongside her cheerleaders and unable to do anything about it, stuck with the generic version of a white man that I would never have hoped for my worse enemy, and with so much control and responsibility in her day-to-day that all she truly needs is someone to take control and tell her what to do.<</s>> I smiled at her as I saw the realization in her eyes, my hand reaching out to her shoulder and helping her down into place. <<s Author>>Two submissive, needy individuals in a vanilla relationship, they were bound to find a domme like me that would show them their place, someone to take their willingly-given control away from them.<</s>> I smiled down at them both finally showing true colors. <<s Author>>They needed me.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>And they still will when you all come to my university.<</s>> The man that was witnessing our evolution added, finally interjecting as he smiled wide at us with his opinion. <<s Hudson>>You're welcome to our university, I'm quite sure the classes we carry will help you find your place in the wider society.<</s>> He smiled, <<s Hudson>>Here are your admission letters.<</s>> I was thrilled to receive the letter alongside my partners, aware that there would be more talk about the repercussions of this class later on but now happy to have made it through. There was definitely a lot to talk about moving forward, but I knew our relationship would not look the same after today. I looked forward to it. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Do my best to follow directions">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to show my subservience, my readiness to follow their command the way they'd claimed to that man I would. But something in me still stood in the way. Something in me still fought with these feelings, and still wanted me to stand my ground. Despite how I'd been acting, I knew I was not the submissive person that woman would like to make me up to be. Especially not in front of that man, who could potentially be seeing me in the halls of his university. //What would he do? What would that look like?// Thoughts swirled in my head as I heard <<light Angela>> give a speech of sorts, wanting to project confidence and dominance the way she has for a while now... <<s Angela>>Young couples like us, so attractive and in control of our destiny, like stringing along people like <<print $name>>, to play with and enjoy.<</s>> As <<light Matthew>> placed his hand on my shoulder, looking to push me down on my knees in front of them, <<light Angela>> continued her speech, a sense of dread flowing through me. <<s Angela>>Some would call such creatures Unicorns, but to us <<print $name>> is nothing but a bitch willing to do anything to be put in place and to exist in our vicinity.<</s>> I felt heat rise through me at the intense humiliation that I was being subjected to, as I considered if I really wanted to go down that path. I looked up at <<light Matthew>> standing so domineeringly in front of me, and I fought against my natural instinct to try and follow these commands. The black principal's intense stares were doing nothing to alleviate the tension I was feeling. <<s Matthew>>A bitch, like pavlov's dog, that can go in heat at the simple snap of a finger.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> pushed his point with a snap of his finger, pointing to the ground and his feet. I looked at him with confusion, realizing just how lowly they thought of me. I would not follow his commands like a dog, and the mere fact that he got me to my knees was more of a reward than ever. Unfortunately, <<light Matthew>> was not happy with my denial of his authority, as he gave me a glance that all but confirmed that I was in danger. All three of us were, as <<light Hudson>> spoke up. <<s Hudson>>And here I actually believed this all for a moment.<</s>> <<s Angela>>No she really is a bitch, sir! Look!<</s>> The cheerleader was not going to admit failure so quickly. <<s Angela>><<print $name>>! Heel.<</s>> I looked at her, and realized how flawed she was in that moment. How desperate she was acting. And how broken of a character she truly was. In that moment, I realized <<light Angela>> was not the regal person she'd made herself out to be this entire time. She was a scared individual that was trying her best to stay in control - and failing. <<s Hudson>>You have no place in my university. Goodbye.<</s>> The man simply said, dismissing us. Despite the humiliation of wht I'd had to do, it had not been enough to secure this future for us. <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>> made sure to place the right blame onto me, as I followed them out of the place. <<s Angela>>Can't believe we listened to you and allowed you in with us.<</s>> She said for our classmates to hear, calling out her version of the truth. In my weakened moment, I had no snappy comment to make to either of the two. <<s Matthew>>You want to have a place between us, but you don't know how to follow correctly. What a waste.<</s>> //A waste indeed...// I thought to myself as I felt people stare at me. I was losing out on my future, and it wasn't looking nice... <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $club.count("DC Finals Angela Dominance") is 0>><<link "Use that opportunity to sabotage them">><<add "reputation" 5>><<drop $thoughts "Rivals Relationship" 2 "Rivals Relationship Angela" 2 "Rivals Relationship Matthew" 2 "Rivals Relationship Me" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "Angela Matthew Dumped" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><<pickup $thoughts "SUP Angela Matthew Screwup" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This was it. The moment that I had been waiting for, the moment where my beguiling approach of this entire thing comes to a head, and where I prove to them that they don't have me as connected to them as they thought they did. The moment where I give that woman a true hit to her character, one she wouldn't be able to come back from. <<s Author>>I'm not the person for either of you.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>I'm my own independent person, and I'm here simply to ensure that you have no future in this or any other university.<</s>> All three individuals in the room were looking at me with stunned expressions, and while <<light Hudson>> had a bit more intrigue to him, the couple I had infiltrated were showing signs of frustration. They wouldn't be able to vocalize that anytime soon, as I continued my verbal assault. <<s Author>>The head cheerleader and the captain of the swim team, mentally sick individuals that are so desperate to find a true spark this early in their relationship that they bring in someone ten times more interesting than either of them, now wanting to show that they are somehow morally superior.<</s>> I was going on a tirade, and it was beautiful to see their reactions to it all. <<s Angela>>You bitch.<</s>> <<s Author>>Did you seriously think I would be interested in being with you? You two? The most vanilla couple ever?<</s>> I laughed, <<s Author>>You're so arrogant you've become blind to the truth, and that's that I have been using you this entire time for my own means!<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Alright teenage drama is not of an interest to me. You can take this elsewhere.<</s>> The principal said then, dismissing us. I smiled as I opened the door, raising my voice to make sure that everyone outside could hear my tirade: <<s Author>>Thank you for your fine judgement, sir. They might be big shits here in Egrogry, but these two are worth nothing in the bigger world.<</s>> I claimed loudly. <<s Author>>They're the bottom of the barrel, and honestly, the only reason I lasted this long with them is because I felt bad for them. Not as much anymore.<</s>> The snickers and laughs that my - former - partners were receiving followed them long after their retreat. I had the upper hand now, but I knew that <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>> would not let this be the end of it all. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This will end the relationship, but improve reputation">><<else>><<dark "Use that opportunity to sabotage them" "I wouldn't do that to my queen">><</if>></div>

Here I was, alongside my two partners, being berated by the man that sat in front of us. <<s Hudson>>You young people think that everyone welcomes this new world shit and its complicated rhetoric.<</s>> The man spoke with arrogance. <<s Hudson>>The applications are for couples only.<</s>> That's when <<light Jerome>> decided to step forward to address the man that sat in front of him. <<s Jerome>>Took me a long time to build up this relationship, sir.<</s>> He said, words that seemed to have an effect as the president stayed silent. <<s Jerome>>Influencing these dumb white girls into fighting for rights they have no clue of, just to serve my greatness.<</s>> I wanted to interject and speak about what was happening, but <<light Jerome>> seemed to be winning <<light Hudson>> over. I remained silent for now. <<s Jerome>>They have been slowly stripped of their sense of individuality, and made to serve me and see me at the top of this uneven relationship.<</s>> He further elaborated, his words ringing some truth that I had been struggling with for a while. <<s Jerome>>And you'll be happy to know that they're not here for themselves. They're here for me, to see me through.<</s>> I was losing my mind, realizing that this entire thing was only for my partner to take control for himself and get himself through, using us as pawns instead of partners. //I should have seen it coming.// I thought to myself, cursing internally my stupidity for actually believing that he'd want our best interest. He was selfish, and I knew it, and yet I still fell for him alongside my girlfriend. We were his. <<s Jerome>>And they'll tell you exactly that, they'll tell you that they only care that their master makes it through, because of their obsession with my greatness.<</s>> He said, looking at us and challenging us with his stare. <<light Jasmin>> was quick to join her voice to his, immediately vocal about her support. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome is my master and I do all I can to serve him. It would pain me to see him overseas but my happiness means nothing compared to his.<</s>> My submissive partner was more than eager to set herself aside for the black man's needs. And I was stunned, realizing that I was favoring his future to mine, realizing that I was putting him ahead of the both of us, and dismissing myself so easily. //Is this what reparations look like?// As the thoughts swirled in my head, I saw <<light Jerome>> looking at me with an intense glare, as if silently challenging me, but also asking for me to put my trust in him. To put my faith and future in his hands, hand over all I care for to see him succeed... <div id='choices'><<link "Submit to his will">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It felt right. <<s Author>>Jerome is the best thing that has ever happened to either of us, and I am willing to make any compromise to see him succeed in life.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>He's the reason I'm here in this relationship, the center of both Jasmin and I's attention.<</s>> I was lost. It was like as soon as I started talking, words escaped me, words that I had put aside for far too long. <<s Author>>I'm obsessed with him, and have been obsessed for far too long. His control and dominant behavior is beyond anything I've ever seen, and I am desperate to see him succeed even if it costs my own loss.<</s>> The smile that was appearing on my partner's face was being mirrored by <<light Hudson>>, who seemed to appreciate our words. <<s Hudson>>That's a very interesting approach.<</s>> The man said, addressing <<light Jerome>> and completely ignoring our presence there as mere tools for his success, <<s Hudson>>And I can see the character that you are and how it's influenced your... Partners?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> nodded. <<s Jerome>>To be fair, they're both the heads of the Human Rights Club.<</s>> He said about us as if we weren't there, <<s Jerome>>And they've been fighting our fight for me.<</s>> I blushed at that, realizing how he saw both <<light Jasmin>> and I's activism. <<s Jerome>>And they'd continue to do the same at your fine establishment, I believe, fighting for more equality and freedom. A mere facade for subjugation and our superiority.<</s>> My partner did not only care about himself, it seemed, as he argued our case for us. <<s Hudson>>So you do care about them.<</s>> The president seemed to understand the layered approach we were having, as I admired my master's impressive plan. <<s Jerome>>I care about the use they have to offer me.<</s>> He clarified, sending a beautiful jolt down my spine. <<s Hudson>>So be it. I look forward to your continued control of them and more for later.<</s>> The president said. <<s Jerome>>I'm already building my harem.<</s>> My master was confidently speaking, and I could only agree at this point. It didn't matter what me or <<light Jasmin>> thought anymore, though I did feel like we both had deep thoughts of submission to our master's will. <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<set $relationship to "JeromeHarem">>If we ever thought we'd be a Throuple before, it was now being made obvious that we were mere lovers in the dominant black man's harem.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "Stand up to him">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1 "SUP Jerome Rejection" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It felt extremely wrong. <<s Author>>I don't know what this man is about, but Jasmin and I are not here just for him, and our work with the HRC surely is not exclusively in his service.<</s>> I was keen on making it clear to my partner in particular that he held no control over me. <<s Author>>That's why we're here, together, because we've each done our due diligence in creating a better, more equitable world, and that starts in our relationship first.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was looking at me with a weird stare, not expecting my confidence and me standing up to the man that had tried dominating us. <<light Jerome>>, on the other hand, was equally surprised but in a more aggressive manner, his face turning sour at my words, and his fist clenching in that aggressive manner that a man does when things don't go his way. <<light Hudson>> did not see things my way though. <<s Hudson>>It's clear that you all are not on the same page, and that your relationship still has a lot left to be hoped for.<</s>> He spoke truth, raising a serious question about the future of our relationship and where it would lead us, <<s Hudson>>That's why I believe that you have no place in our university, a dispersed future is not what we offer.<</s>> With this statement, I could feel the judgement of my partners over my actions, but also the pivotal moment that this was for our relationship. An ultimatum was waiting for us, and this application was but an awakening for what came after. And soon, we'd have to make a tough choice for the future of our relationship. For now though, our future remained uncertain. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stand up to him" "Not dominant enough (40)">><</if>></div>

Here I was, alongside my three partners, being berated by the man that sat in front of us. <<s Hudson>>You young people think that everyone welcomes this new world shit and its complicated rhetoric.<</s>> The man spoke with arrogance. <<s Hudson>>The applications are for couples only.<</s>> That's when <<light Jerome>> decided to step forward to address the man that sat in front of him. <<s Jerome>>We are couples, sir. Me and Mya here are together. And them... Took me a long time to build up this relationship, sir.<</s>> He said, words that seemed to have an effect as the president stayed silent. <<s Jerome>>Influencing these dumb white girls into fighting for rights they have no clue of, just to serve our greatness.<</s>> I wanted to interject and speak about what was happening, but <<light Jerome>> seemed to be winning <<light Hudson>> over. I remained silent for now. <<light Mya>> shot me a look that all but confirmed they were on the same page, before she spoke. <<s Mya>>They have been slowly stripped of their sense of individuality, and made to serve us and see us at the top of this uneven relationship.<</s>> She further elaborated, her words ringing some truth that I had been struggling with for a while. <<s Jerome>>And you'll be happy to know that they're not here for themselves. They're here for us only, to see us through.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> added. I would have lost my mind, had I not trusted in them. Realizing that this entire thing was only for them to take control for themselves and see themselves through, using us as pawns instead of partners... But I trusted them... //I should have seen it coming.// I thought to myself, cursing internally my stupidity for actually believing that he'd want our best interest. He was selfish, and I knew it, and yet I still fell for him alongside my closest friend and fellow submissive bitch. We were his. <<s Jerome>>And they'll tell you exactly that, they'll tell you that they only care that their masters makes it through, because of their obsession with our ebony greatness.<</s>> He said, looking at us and challenging us with his stare. <<light Jasmin>> was quick to join her voice to his, immediately vocal about her support. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome is my master, Mya is my mistress, and I do all I can to serve them. It would pain me to see them overseas but my happiness means nothing compared to theirs.<</s>> My submissive partner was more than eager to set herself aside for the black couple's needs. And I was stunned, realizing that I was favoring their future to mine, realizing that I was putting them ahead of the both of us, and dismissing myself so easily. //Is this what reparations look like?// As the thoughts swirled in my head, I saw <<light Jerome>> looking at me with an intense glare, as if silently challenging me, but also asking for me to put my trust in him. To put my faith and future in his hands, hand over all I care for to see them succeed... <<light Mya>> next to him was just as alluring... //They are perfect.// <div id='choices'><<link "Submit to their will">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It felt right. <<s Author>>Jerome is the best thing that has ever happened to either of us, and I am willing to make any compromise to see him succeed in life. Mya is the most attractive, smart, seductive and calculated person I know. She found her way in his arms despite the two of us being into him, and got us to stay around to serve them both.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>They're the reason I'm here in this relationship, the center of both Jasmin and I's attention.<</s>> I was lost. It was like as soon as I started talking, words escaped me, words that I had put aside for far too long. <<s Author>>I'm obsessed with them, and have been obsessed for far too long. Their control and dominant behavior is beyond anything I've ever seen, and I am desperate to see them succeed even if it costs my own loss. I worship the ground they walk on.<</s>> The smile that was appearing on my partners' - not masters' - face was being mirrored by <<light Hudson>>, who seemed to appreciate our words. <<s Hudson>>That's a very interesting approach.<</s>> The man said, addressing the black couple that owned us and completely ignoring our presence there as mere tools for their success, <<s Hudson>>And I can see the character that you are and how it's influenced your... Partners?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> nodded, only then speaking on our behalf. <<s Jerome>>To be fair, they're both the heads of the Human Rights Club.<</s>> He said about us as if we weren't there, <<s Jerome>>And they've been fighting our fight for me.<</s>> I blushed at that, realizing how he saw both <<light Jasmin>> and I's activism. It was only in his service. His and hers, but maybe his more in his eyes. <<s Mya>>And they'd continue to do the same at your fine establishment, I believe, fighting for more "equality" and "freedom".<</s>>She spit the words, showing that "freedom" in our submissive stance, and our willing loss, <<s Mya>>A mere facade for subjugation and our superiority.<</s>> Our partners did not only care about themselves, a small part of me that still cared, realized. They were arguing our case for us. <<s Hudson>>So you do care about them.<</s>> The president seemed to understand the layered approach we were having, as I admired my masters' impressive plan. <<s Jerome>>I care about the use they have to offer me.<</s>> He clarified, sending a beautiful jolt down my spine. <<s Mya>>Like one would their loving pets.<</s>> A jolt of pleasure shot through me. <<s Hudson>>So be it. I look forward to your continued control of them and more for later.<</s>> The president said. <<s Jerome>>I'm already building my harem.<</s>> My master was confidently speaking, and I felt pride to be one of his firsts. It didn't matter what me or <<light Jasmin>> thought anymore, though I did feel like we both had deep thoughts of submission to our masters' will. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Stand up to them" "Never">></div>

<<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. <<if visited("SB SUP Hudson") gte 1>>I saw no recognition in his eyes of the person that had spent that fateful spring night with him, pleasing him oh so expertly as she stole his secrets. A part of me wanted to see if he'd make the connection, ever.<</if>> I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my future hopes and dreams. <<s Hudson>>First of all, I'd like to say that I find it interesting that you two, a straight white couple, would choose to apply together to our progressive university.<</s>> He said, immediately shutting us down and attacking our disposition. <<s Hudson>>What do you have to say to that? About this dilluded approach to have you two present yourselves to me like that?<</s>> His stern stare, his confident and aggressive manner of speaking, his straightforward attack... He didn't know anything about <<light Leo>>'s past or the path I had to take to get here, and yet here we were desperate to prove ourselves to him. That weakened me, as I tried to find the words to answer him. <<s Author>>I... I don't know what other choice we could make. It's unusual...<</s>> <<s Hudson>>If there's one thing that is known about our university, it's that it is unusual.<</s>> He cut me off, his voice carrying weight. <<s Hudson>>Yet here you two are, the more usual, vanilla couple I have seen so far today.<</s>> He spoke with confidence, having judged us before we even had gotten the chance to prove ourselves. <<s Hudson>>The test is simple in nature.<</s>> He explained, his voice taking a more... professory vibe. <<s Hudson>>It is only through seeing you interact in your most comfortable relationship that one can judge your disposition. That one can truly get to know your character and see where you're supposedly headed in life. And that's what the test is about.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, silent so far, looked at me with a sideways glance. <<s Hudson>>You two, vanilla straight white couple, will interact, and through this interaction I'll be able to judge on your character, see what you could become and make the choice on whether or not I give you this paper with your name on it.<</s>> The professional, stern, commanding man spoke. <<s Hudson>>Endulge me.<</s>> He gave a final direction, before leaning back to watch our interaction. I turned to look at my partner, <<light Leo>>, as he looked back at me with hesitation in his eyes. He wasn't sure of what to do, and neither was I, but I knew that something needed to be made about this, and fast. I thought to what would seem progressive to the university's stern director. I thought to how we could prove to him that we were not a usual couple... And I found inwardly that there was a particular way to do so. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "Dominate Leo to show our kinky side">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If something was going to happen here, if there was a chance that I'd show this person that I had what it took to make it in his university, if there was one way I could show that we were not his usual straight couple, it would be by taking charge of this whole ordeal and controlling the narrative. Controlling my partner as I have so far. <<s Author>>Kneel.<</s>> I commanded, looking sternly at him. <<light Leo>> did not need to speak to show his confusion. Yet my tone left no space for argument. There would only be acceptance on his part. Slowly, submissively, <<light Leo>> found his way to his knees, accepting his inferior position at my feet. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-eric.jpg">> I looked down at him, quite impressed by his acceptance of the command, of his willing debasement at my expense. The president looked on with peaked interest, eyebrow raised as he saw things progress between my partner and I. <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I praised him, and despite his confusion he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face. Had he had a tail right now... <<s Author>>Show this president what it means to be us. How we're not like all couples.<</s>> I could see the thoughts racing in his head as he tried to find the right way to show his status. He was struggling, trying to find the right balance between humiliation and proving a point. I didn't want to risk our chance. <<s Author>>Just do it.<</s>> My voice rose in a commanding tone, one that jolted him into action as he lowered himself to kiss my foot. His lips finding my shoes, my partner accepted his inferior position, as he allowed himself the utter humiliation of kissing my lowest point. We might be in an open relationship, but this man at least knew his place. The striking image we presented, a submissive white man and his dominant, controlling lady, was one that the president seemed to approve of. It didn't matter in the moment what gender we carried, so long as we presented a striking image... <<s Hudson>>I was wrong about you.<</s>> He was a big man that was fine with admitting his mistakes. <<s Hudson>>You could have what it takes to make it through after all. Stand.<</s>> His command was immediately followed by the broken <<light Leo>>, who rushed to his feet. <<s Hudson>>How did that make you feel?<</s>> The educated president asked my friend, his eyes piercing his as he tried to bring out the answer out of him. <<light Leo>> had no filter to what he was about to say. <<s Leo>>Inferior. Worthless.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. <<s Hudson>>For you, that's progressiveness right there.<</s>> The president spoke, oddly making sense to my partner. A moment passed as he sized us up. <<s Hudson>>For you.<</s>> He presented our papers to us, an official acceptance letter to his university. <<s Hudson>>Should you decide to join us.<</s>> //We had made it! I had a safety net to catch us!// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Dominate Leo to show our kinky side" "Not dominant enough (40)">><</if>> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was hesitant. The way that man dismantled us, the way he spoke about us with such vigor, with such disdain towards us... There was something extremely unsettling about this whole interaction, something that stopped me from really finding my footing. <<s Hudson>>What? Nothing?<</s>> He looked at us with a raised eyebrow, noticing our inability to come up with anything to turn the tables on him somehow, to prove ourselves as worthy... We were failing, and fast. And he didn't care to give us the benefit of the doubt. <<s Hudson>>You failed before you even went in.<</s>> He announced, further pushing the point home. I had no idea why I thought this whole thing would be easy. It had proven itself to be a disaster. <<s Hudson>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> He announced. This university, this person.. They were more demanding than I ever anticipated, and they were definitely not the fit to the kind of relationship <<light Leo>> and I were harboring. <<s Hudson>>Out.<</s>> His command jolted us into movement, as we headed towards the door, tails between our legs. I didn't know what to do. The way he broke me down... I had no words. Was I really that much of a failure? Was I really unworthy of any of it? Maybe the issue was who I went in with, my partner, the person that was supposed to support me through life. Thoughts roamed across my mind, playing dangerously with my self-esteem. Maybe I could wait for the class to end, confront his choice head on? Maybe that would be the right thing to do, instead of simply admitting defeat. Maybe it was all still a test? //And maybe I could prove myself to him in a different... More personal way...// The thoughts coursed through my head, as I realized how far I was willing to go away from my partner. Dare I? <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<s Hudson>>Three of you. Why?<</s>> The principal was frowning at us, having already broken one of his rules. I wasn't going to let him bring us down though, keen on getting the best outcome for our trio. <<s Author>>We're a polyamorous throuple, and we can't see ourselves leaving any of us behind.<</s>> I explained to the man, taking the lead that I knew was mine to take. <<s Hudson>>A trio of white women. What's so special about you?<</s>> He was not going to let it slide without the challenge, and I'd rise to it. <<s Author>>What you see in front of you is not your usual vanilla coupling, sir.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Ella here is trans, on a journey of self-discovery as she continues to widen her horizons and discover what makes her entirely unique.<</s>> I smiled at my trans partner as I said that, looking to reassure her with a mere look. <<s Author>>And Eva here is the purest person you'll ever meet, a truly fantastic person with an honest soul.<</s>> I grabbed her hand and squeezed it for support, <<s Author>>She's also been trying to discover what makes her unique, just like I have, when we realized that our grades would not get us through. We'd had to confront hardships and difficulties, and we'll continue to do so.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Together.<</s>> <<s Ella>>Together.<</s>> I had the support of my partners. <<s Hudson>>What if this is a ruse? What if you're lying about your relationship?<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> <<light Ella>> didn't hesitate. Whether is was my earlier words that had given her courage or the fact that she missed my lips, I soon found myself kissing her openly and lovingly in front of the scrutinizing man, showing her the loving that she was showing me, as I enjoyed her lips. <<s Hudson>>And then?<</s>> <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<light Eva>> interjected to attack <<light Ella>> with her own lips, an intense fight between their tongue ensuing as neither took the upper hand, enjoying one another's pouting mouths as they pushed against one another. A beautiful sight between my partners, and one that I would continue to have, enjoying our relationship dynamics deeply and purely. This was the kind of beauty I looked for, and I held it with these two. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/eva-kiss.mp4">> Though I couldn't sit aside for long, my lips finding <<light Eva>>'s, exchanging the naughtiest and sexiest of kisses with such intensity that she'd struggled to return them. <<s Author>>I love you, darling.<</s>> I whispered between kisses, my words addressed not only towards her but also towards the trans babe that we're engaged with. I was loving this, almost forgetting why it was happening, when the man in charge interjected. <<s Hudson>>You have a place at my university.<</s>> He announced, bringing us out of our reverie, <<s Hudson>>Be ready to explore these sentiments across the ocean.<</s>> I smiled to both my partners, excited of the future that was now in the palm of our hands, hopeful for what would come out of it. We'd just need to convince <<light Eva>>'s steadfast parents, though that would be an issue for a later date. For now, we'd get to celebrate our momentary success all three of us together. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<s Hudson>>Three of you. Why?<</s>> The principal was frowning at us, having already broken one of his rules by welcoming a third into our relationship. I wasn't going to let him bring us down though, keen on getting the best outcome for our trio. <<s Author>>We're a polyamorous throuple, and we can't see ourselves leaving any of us behind.<</s>> I explained to the man, taking the lead that I knew was mine to take. Adding <<light Ella>> to what was already there was risky, but I wasn't going to let us down just yet. <<s Hudson>>A trio of white women. What's so special about you?<</s>> He was not going to let it slide without the challenge, and I'd rise to it. <<s Author>>What you see in front of you is not your usual vanilla coupling, sir.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Ella here is trans, on a journey of self-discovery as she continues to widen her horizons and discover what makes her entirely unique.<</s>> I smiled at my trans friend and fake partner as I said that, looking to reassure her with a mere look. <<s Author>>And Eva here is the purest person you'll ever meet, a truly fantastic person with an honest soul.<</s>> I grabbed her hand and squeezed it for support, <<s Author>>She's also been trying to discover what makes her unique, just like I have, when we realized that our grades would not get us through. We'd had to confront hardships and difficulties, and we'll continue to do so.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Together.<</s>> <<s Ella>>Together.<</s>> I had the support of my partners, even if one of them was not real. <<s Hudson>>What if this is a ruse? What if you're lying about your relationship?<</s>> He seemed to be looking right through us, realizing that there was a lie hiding. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> <<light Ella>> didn't hesitate. Whether is was my earlier words that had given her courage or the fact that she simply wanted to, I soon found myself kissing her openly and lovingly in front of the scrutinizing man, showing her the loving that she was showing me, as I enjoyed her lips. And she did a good job, as for a moment there I entertained what it would feel like to really be in a committed relationship with both of them, a sexy trio of beautiful babes sharing kisses as we were. <<s Hudson>>And then?<</s>> <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<light Eva>> interjected to attack <<light Ella>> with her own lips, an intense fight between their tongue ensuing as neither took the upper hand, enjoying one another's pouting mouths as they pushed against one another. I don't quite know if it was jealousy over me or a need to taste our fake partner's lips for her own under the guide of the test, but it really looked like she was into it. A beautiful sight between my partners, and one that I hoped I would continue to have, enjoying our relationship dynamics deeply and purely. //Could it be possible?// <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/eva-kiss.mp4">> I couldn't sit aside for long, my lips finding <<light Eva>>'s, exchanging the naughtiest and sexiest of kisses with such intensity that she'd struggled to return them. <<s Author>>I love you, darling.<</s>> I whispered between kisses, looking intently in my lover's eyes as I claimed my appreciation of her, and her open-mindedness. I was loving this, almost forgetting why it was happening, when the man in charge interjected. <<s Hudson>>You have a place at my university.<</s>> He announced, bringing us out of our reverie, <<s Hudson>>Be ready to explore these sentiments across the ocean.<</s>> I smiled widely at <<light Eva>>, then at <<light Ella>>. We had fooled the man, though a part of me felt compelled to explore this more. Had we really fooled him, or were we fooling ourselves? For the future that I wanted, we'd just need to convince <<light Eva>>'s steadfast parents, though I really felt like there was a conversation that needed to be had beforehand. <<link "Go out" "SUP Application EvaLeoNew">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>We walked out of the testing room, a swirl of emotions coursing through us as I thought of the emotions that we'd had to face. <<light Eva>> and <<light Ella>> were equally thoughtful. And so as we took our leave from the doorway for a moment, I could feel <<light Eva>>'s hand in mind. So pure, so calm. But present. And I entertained the thoughts in my mind for a moment, realizing that I kind of liked the dynamics between us three. A long way coming, there had to be something that could be done about it, I figured... Maybe it's a true option? Maybe it could happen for us? <div id='choices'><<link "I want Ella to join us">><<set $relationship to "evaleo">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I want... I want Ella to join us.<</s>> I whispered to my partner, who immediately turned towards me with sparkles in her eyes. <<s Eva>>I was thinking the same.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>There's something about her, isn't there?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I want to explore this more.<</s>> <<s Author>>So do I.<</s>> Together, we decided to approach <<light Ella>> and share how we felt with her. The trans beauty was emotional as she nodded her head in the affirmative. <<s Author>>Who knew that a university application would be what makes it happen?<</s>> I smiled as I brought her into a deep hug. <<s Ella>>I'm beyond grateful.<</s>> As was I, a trio of lovers holding each other with all the care in the world. A world of our own. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'd rather we stay exclusive">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to risk what I already had with <<light Eva>> by adding another variable to the conversation. I wanted our time alone, I needed our exclusivity, and I'd get it. <<light Eva>>, on her end, remained thoughtful, though when we looked at each other, we embraced one another with the intensity of emotions we carried. There was a future for us, should we convince her parents of it. A long shot, but a needed opportunity to live our lives to the fullest. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<s Hudson>>If you think that just because you're a lesbian couple here in front of me then that means that our university will welcome you with open arms, you're sadly mistaken, young ladies.<</s>> The man was not impressed with me and my partner being there with him, <<s Hudson>>So let's see what you really have to bring to the table.<</s>> I looked at him, trying to understand where he was coming from and what might be on that man's mind, and hoping that my coming speech would do something in its way of convincing him of our worthiness. <<s Author>>What you have in front of you is a fantastic athlete that is about to win this school its first competition in years, a great woman that knows her place and respects others', and her friend turned partner that has helped her along the way in embracing her character fully and without fear.<</s>> I was keen on getting the best result possible, and would not fail to use our latest aspirations to push our profile further. <<s Author>>We have faced a lot of naysayers in our journey, and will continue to encounter them as they try to bring us down, but I truly believe that if there is a couple worthy of being at your university it's the two of us, willing to go to great lengths to get what we deserve.<</s>> I could see interest peek in the man's eyes, particularly when I showed just how willing I was to fight for us. <<s Hudson>>That's an interesting claim there...<</s>> The man said with clear intent, <<s Hudson>>But just how far are you willing to go to stake your claim to our university's programs?<</s>> There was a clear reason behind that question, and I knew what that meant for us. I'd have to prove that we belong, one way or the other, and my mind was already jumping between possibilities, imagining what he might want out of us. I was already familiar with my partner, with her entire aspirations, with everything she'd be willing to do to for me, or to me. The lecherous way he observed us was worrying, I had to admit, but I also knew the easiest way to get him to acquiesce. I was certain that my partner was familiar with it too. <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex" or $yaracharacter is "Submissive" or $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "Maybe we should both serve him...">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1 "SUP YaraCharacteringSub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> <<s Author>>Trust me, Yara.<</s>> I whispered to my partner before lowering us to our knees. The man understood what was happening, and helped. Kneeling alongside my girlfriend, we admired the president's cock revealing itself in all its glory, smiling wide at it and one another, excited at the prospect of the kind of application that would be waiting for us. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-admiration.mp4">> There was hesitation in my partner's eyes, but there was also an interest that could not be denied. She'd long tried to push these feelings away, yet here she was finally, about to succumb to that which she'd secretely desired for a while now. I enjoyed the feeling of being so submissive alongside my partner. Realizing that it had been a long time since I've allowed myself to embrace my inner slut, my inner submissive, the relationship between her and I, while queer, being of a different dynamic. Me always having to lead... Bring in a black man, and things are bound to switch. It was an exciting moment, as I saw my girlfriend with a black cock in her mouth, a sight that I never thought would be possible yet so exciting that I couldn't help but feel extremely turned on... <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> Seeing it happen was a sight beyond anything that I imagined; seeing that steadfast lesbian girl accept the cock in her mouth like that. She'd long denied her attraction towards cocks, and yet now here she was blowing someone off. It might have been because of her submissiveness, or because of me joining her, but she was doing it, and she was doing it well! The dominant man was enjoying our loving attention, and was no wonder happy to be having two white sluts serving him, not realizing that his was the first cock that they'd share - ever. And we'd enjoy it as well. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-mecumshot.mp4">> I'd particularly enjoy my lover's support in my activity, knowing that her lack of experience would be replaced with my abundance of it in time, and that we'd share the scene together. Excited to find out what it means for us in the future, in the university we'd been accepted in but also before then even, as we continue on the day to day towards prom and beyond. For now, we'd celebrate the success that sucking a BBC got us, knowing that our coming date later this week will carry a lot of enticing moments, and a much needed conversation. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Maybe Yara should serve him...">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1 "SUP YaraCharacteringSub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> My partner's shapely features were brought low in front of the man that demanded subservience from us, as I slowly but surely led her down to him, showing him just how much control I had over her, and just how unique of a relationship we truly had. I was certain of my partner's submission, but even moreso, I was certain that she was trusting me to lead her to something she truly wanted - she truly needed. And she didn't hesitate. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> It wasn't long before my lovely submissive and naughty girlfriend had her lips wrapped around the man's cock, blowing him off right in front of me. A sight that I never imagined I'd be privvy to, especially with the way that she'd been reticent on being a strong, independent woman, not needing a man. She claimed to have been a lesbian, yet here she was also blowing a man off just because she felt like it. And I realized just how much it suited her to be doing so, to be letting her body do the talking for her and seduce the black man to receive what she wanted and needed. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/eva-bj.mp4">> It was a worrying sight, to some extent, but what worried me most was my positive reaction to what was happening, having let it happen and enjoying it a bit too much, realizing that I was getting turned on by it all. Surely, I wouldn't join her in such activities, but I was just now realizing that I was actually liking this... Voyeuristic approach to the sex that was taking place? My innocent girlfriend, submissively taking the black cock that demanded her attention, simply because I asked her to... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-facial.jpg">> The jump in my heartbeat when my partner received the adult man's seed in her mouth was a heavy moment, as I realized that there was still quite a bit to be discussed between us, and that this discussion would need to come soon enough. For now, we'd celebrate our admission in the university abroad, even if it meant my partner's kisses tasted like cum. The talk would come later... <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<dark "Maybe she should serve him" "I'm not her mistress">><</if>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Look at my mistress for her lead">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> And it seemed like she was picking up on it, enticing him with a flash before turning her attention towards me. <<s Yara>>Well, pet, how about we show that man the kind of relationship we have?<</s>> I realized that I was the person being enticed by the appearance in front of me, excited to be nursing at the exposed boob and show my devotion to her in front of him. <<s Yara>>Lookie no touch.<</s>> My mistress said with such authority that I couldn't deny her control in this situation, as she slowly lowered me to my knees as she his away the beautiful shapely features she'd just revealed. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> Down I went, with devotion, with abandon, accepting my inferior position underneath her openly and avidly. <<s Yara>>As you can see, sir, <<print $name>> has been embracing a more submissive position for a while now, and I've effectively been able to dismantle her hold-ups.<</s>> She explained to the man as I looked up at her shapely athletic features above me. <<s Yara>>She's shown that she is capable of servitude and following, so much so in fact that she'd even let go of her own chance to go to the SUP if it meant I'd get what I want.<</s>> She looked down at me with her powerful stare, that look that I so loved, before prompting me to speak: <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, pet?<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "Yes mistress!">><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't hold myself back from allowing her this control. I needed her to succeed, even if it came at my own expense. <<s Author>>Yes mistress!<</s>> It even turned me on more that this came at my own expense. To be letting go of my future because it made her look better. There was nothing that could beat the enticing, intoxicating feeling that gave me. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Her lips found mine with such passion that it made me forget for a moment what I'd just given away. And I matched her energy, happy to have pleased my mistress so entirely, excited to have been the reason behind her current pleasure and future success. <<s Yara>>But I wouldn't ask this of her.<</s>> My mistress said, bringing me out of my momentary reverie, <<s Yara>><<print $name>> is my loving partner and she deserves to be there with me.<</s>> She was efficiently protective of me, despite my willingness to take that deal, despite me wanting to give her that future she so deserved. <<s Yara>>Not saying you have to take us both, but I'm not willing to jeapordize her future for mine. Our future is together.<</s>> I felt butterflies floating across me as I listened to her words, as I knelt there at her feet, feeling protected and valued. It felt odd, being a pet at the mercy of her mistress, glad to be listening to her and feeling safe in her arms and under her care. A pet that was just about to be placed on the chopping block. <<s Hudson>>I never expected this to be a solution to my query, but I believe you've truly taken her under your wing.<</s>> The man seemed thoughtful, as he headed towards his desk and the invitation papers, the papers that had the power to change our lives... <<s Hudson>>Most unusual indeed...<</s>> He said, contemplative, as he stood there thinking of his decision. I looked up at my dominant, as I saw her just as worried as I was about the whole thing. <<light Yara>> looked back at me, and put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt comforted somehow. <<s Hudson>>This is a gamble I am willing to take.<</s>> He claimed, as he headed back to us with both invitations in hand. <<light Yara>>'s eyes, just like mine, lit up with joy. <<s Yara>>Yes!<</s>> She cheered happily. <<s Hudson>>There was no way we wouldn't take you in, Yara. Star athlete and all.<</s>> He complimented my partner. <<s Hudson>>But you, <<print $name>>, are most unusual. I'm eager to see what your future holds.<</s>> I nodded my head as I took the paper from his hands, still kneeling at both their feet. <<s Yara>>You can stand.<</s>> My dominant spoke, and I followed her command. She hugged me tight, her lithe body pressing against mine, the comfort unmistakable. I had succeeded in securing a spot for the future! A future that I was willing to give away for my mistress. Was I really this far gone? //And would I do the same for my hopes of Becoming Prom Queen, should she ask?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "No mistress" "She's too dominant to deny her">></div><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<link "Look at my mistress for her lead">><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> And it seemed like she was picking up on it, enticing him with a flash before turning her attention towards me. <<s Yara>>Well, pet, how about we show that man the kind of relationship we have?<</s>> I realized that I was the person being enticed by the appearance in front of me, excited to be nursing at the exposed boob and show my devotion to her in front of him. <<s Yara>>Lookie no touch.<</s>> My mistress said with such authority that I couldn't deny her control in this situation, as she slowly lowered me to my knees as she his away the beautiful shapely features she'd just revealed. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> Down I went, with devotion, with abandon, accepting my inferior position underneath her openly and avidly. <<s Yara>>As you can see, sir, <<print $name>> has been embracing a more submissive position for a while now, and I've effectively been able to dismantle her hold-ups.<</s>> She explained to the man as I looked up at her shapely athletic features above me. <<s Yara>>She's shown that she is capable of servitude and following, so much so in fact that she'd even let go of her own chance to go to the SUP if it meant I'd get what I want.<</s>> She looked down at me with her powerful stare, that look that I so loved, before prompting me to speak: <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, pet?<</s>> I looked at her with devotion, but something nagged at the back of my mind. //Would I truly let go of my future for hers? Was this a test of sorts?// Saying yes here would possibly entirely commit me to be her submissive and confirm her as my dominant, and that would be the ultimate confirmation of our relationship dynamics... //Was I willing to do it?// <div id='choices2'><<link "Yes mistress!">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1 "SUP YaraCharacteringDom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't hold myself back from allowing her this control. I needed her to succeed, even if it came at my own expense. <<s Author>>Yes mistress!<</s>> It even turned me on more that this came at my own expense. To be letting go of my future because it made her look better. There was nothing that could beat the enticing, intoxicating feeling that gave me. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Her lips found mine with such passion that it made me forget for a moment what I'd just given away. And I matched her energy, happy to have pleased my mistress so entirely, excited to have been the reason behind her current pleasure and future success. <<s Yara>>But I wouldn't ask this of her.<</s>> My mistress said, bringing me out of my momentary reverie, <<s Yara>><<print $name>> is my loving partner and she deserves to be there with me.<</s>> She was efficiently protective of me, despite my willingness to take that deal, despite me wanting to give her that future she so deserved. <<s Yara>>Not saying you have to take us both, but I'm not willing to jeapordize her future for mine. Our future is together.<</s>> I felt butterflies floating across me as I listened to her words, as I knelt there at her feet, feeling protected and valued. It felt odd, being a pet at the mercy of her mistress, glad to be listening to her and feeling safe in her arms and under her care. A pet that was just about to be placed on the chopping block. <<s Hudson>>I never expected this to be a solution to my query, but I believe you've truly taken her under your wing.<</s>> The man seemed thoughtful, as he headed towards his desk and the invitation papers, the papers that had the power to change our lives... <<s Hudson>>Most unusual indeed...<</s>> He said, contemplative, as he stood there thinking of his decision. I looked up at my dominant, as I saw her just as worried as I was about the whole thing. <<light Yara>> looked back at me, and put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt comforted somehow. <<s Hudson>>This is a gamble I am willing to take.<</s>> He claimed, as he headed back to us with both invitations in hand. <<light Yara>>'s eyes, just like mine, lit up with joy. <<s Yara>>Yes!<</s>> She cheered happily. <<s Hudson>>There was no way we wouldn't take you in, Yara. Star athlete and all.<</s>> He complimented my partner. <<s Hudson>>But you, <<print $name>>, are most unusual. I'm eager to see what your future holds.<</s>> I nodded my head as I took the paper from his hands, still kneeling at both their feet. <<s Yara>>You can stand.<</s>> My dominant spoke, and I followed her command. She hugged me tight, her lithe body pressing against mine, the comfort unmistakable. I had succeeded in securing a spot for the future! A future that I was willing to give away for my mistress. Was I really this far gone? //And would I do the same for my hopes of Becoming Prom Queen, should she ask?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No mistress">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1 "SUP Yara Rejection" 1 "SUP YaraCharactering" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't push myself to accept her offer, no matter how enticing it was to let go like that. I wanted to, a huge part of me really did, but in recent days I'd seen cracks in my domme's defences, and ones that simply pushed me to not accept this deal of hers... I found myself shaking my head, negating it all. <<s Author>>I... I can't do that.<</s>> I said apologetically, gaining me a huge frown from my supposed domme. <<s Yara>>Not even for me?<</s>> She tried once more to entice me, but my decision was made. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> I looked up at her apologetically, as she placed her hand on the side of my face calmly, telling me she understood. <<s Hudson>>I knew it. Neither of you are ready yet for what my university has to offer.<</s>> The looming president spoke, before heading for his desk. <<s Hudson>>Learn to truly take control or learn to follow. There is no in between in the new world.<</s>> His voice carried a sense of threat as he spoke. I felt shivers run down my spine at his statement. <<light Yara>>'s breath held as well. <<s Hudson>>Thank you for wasting my time.<</s>> He said, dismissing us without a second look as he took his seat. To say that <<light Yara>> was disappointed was an understatement, but as she helped me up to my feet and out of the room, I could see there was another level of sadness in her face. <<s Yara>>I'm sorry that I made you go through that.<</s>> She said apologetically, <<s Yara>>It was unfair of me.<</s>> <<s Author>>I... Nothing to be sorry about.<</s>> I said, trying to mend the distance that was starting to form. <<s Yara>>No... I...<</s>> The sadness would remain with us for a while... <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Look at her for her lead" "She's not my mistress">><</if>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Romantic">><<link "We're more than enough alone.">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> I grabbed my girlfriend and pulled her to me, attacking her lips with mine. <<s Author>>It's an experience we would share together, putting on a show where needed, showing our liberalism openly and freely.<</s>> I announced to the professor, wanting to show him just what he might get out of us being at his university. <<s Author>>But we're doing it because it's us. It's the connection we hold with one another, and because going to your university means discovering what our relationship will look like in an evolved environment.<</s>> It seemed to have the right effect on him and our application, though I was not willing to truly let this game last any longer, especially not directly with him. <<light Yara>> was more than eager to kiss me back, and I could feel the passion clearly emanating from her. <<s Hudson>>I see you young girls, and I appreciate your courage in delving down that path the way you have.<</s>> The man said, raising us out of our momentary reverie. <<s Hudson>>I'll accept you at my university, and you're most welcome to share that passion there.<</s>> He announced, receiving wide smiles from both my girlfriend and I. It was obvious what he was expecting of it, but that was a topic for a different time. <<s Yara>>We look forward to it, sir.<</s>> For now, we'd celebrate our success, knowing that our coming date later this week will carry a lot of enticing moments... We'd continue to make it, together and with true passion. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We're more than enough alone." "We're not a romantic couple.">><</if>></div>

<<s Hudson>>If you think that just because you're a lesbian couple here in front of me then that means that our university will welcome you with open arms, you're sadly mistaken, young ladies.<</s>> The man was not impressed with me and my fake partner being there with him, <<s Hudson>>So let's see what you really have to bring to the table.<</s>> I looked at him, trying to understand where he was coming from and what might be on that man's mind, and hoping that my coming speech would do something in its way of convincing him of our worthiness. <<s Author>>What you have in front of you is a fantastic athlete that is about to win this school its first competition in years, a great woman that knows her place and respects others', and her fr-partner that has helped her along the way in embracing her character fully and without fear.<</s>> I was keen on getting the best result possible, and would not fail to use our latest aspirations to push our profile further, or lie about our relationship. <<s Author>>We have faced a lot of naysayers in our journey, and will continue to encounter them as they try to bring us down, but I truly believe that if there is a couple worthy of being at your university it's the two of us, willing to go to great lengths to get what we deserve.<</s>> I could see interest peek in the man's eyes, particularly when I showed just how willing I was to fight for us. <<s Hudson>>That's an interesting claim there...<</s>> The man said with clear intent, <<s Hudson>>But just how far are you willing to go to stake your claim to our university's programs?<</s>> There was a clear reason behind that question, and I knew what that meant for us. I'd have to prove that we belong, one way or the other, and my mind was already jumping between possibilities, imagining what he might want out of us. I was already familiar with my friend and supposed partner, with her entire aspirations, with everything she'd be willing to do to for me, or to me. The lecherous way he observed us was worrying, I had to admit, but I also knew the easiest way to get him to acquiesce. I was certain that <<light Yara>> was familiar with it too. <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex" or $yaracharacter is "Submissive" or $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "Maybe we should both serve him...">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP YaraCharacteringSub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> <<s Author>>Trust me, Yara.<</s>> I whispered to my friend before lowering us to our knees. The man understood what was happening, and helped. Kneeling alongside her, we admired the president's cock revealing itself in all its glory, smiling wide at it and one another, excited at the prospect of the kind of application that would be waiting for us. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-admiration.mp4">> There was hesitation in my friend's eyes, but there was also an interest that could not be denied. She'd long tried to push these feelings away, yet here she was finally, about to succumb to that which she'd secretely desired for a while now. I enjoyed the feeling of being so submissive alongside the former domme. Realizing that it had been a long time since I've allowed myself to embrace my inner slut, my inner submissive. Bring in a black man, and things are bound to switch in her psyche! It was an exciting moment, as I saw <<light Yara>> with a black cock in her mouth, a sight that I never thought would be possible yet so exciting that I couldn't help but feel extremely turned on... <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> Seeing it happen was a sight beyond anything that I imagined; seeing that steadfast lesbian girl accept the cock in her mouth like that. She'd long denied her attraction towards cocks, and yet now here she was blowing someone off. It might have been because of her submissiveness, or because of me joining her, but she was doing it, and she was doing it well! The dominant man was enjoying our loving attention, and was no wonder happy to be having two white sluts serving him, not realizing that his was the first cock that they'd share - ever. And we'd enjoy it as well. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-mecumshot.mp4">> I'd particularly enjoy my momentary lover's support in my activity, knowing that her lack of experience would be replaced with my abundance of it in time, and that we'd share the scene together time and time again. Excited to find out what it means for us in the future, in the university we'd been accepted in but also before then even, as we continue on the day to day towards prom and beyond. For now, we'd celebrate the success that sucking a BBC got us, knowing that the coming few weeks will carry a lot of enticing moments, and a much needed conversation. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Maybe Yara should serve him...">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1 "SUP YaraCharacteringSub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> My friend's shapely features were brought low in front of the man that demanded subservience from us, as I slowly but surely led her down to him, showing him just how much control I had over her, and just how unique of a relationship we truly had. I was certain of <<light Yara>>'s submission, but even moreso, I was certain that she was trusting me to lead her to something she truly wanted - she truly needed. And she didn't hesitate. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> It wasn't long before the lovely submissive had her lips wrapped around the man's cock, blowing him off right in front of me. A sight that I never imagined I'd be privvy to, especially with the way that she'd been reticent on being a strong, independent woman, not needing a man. She claimed to have been a lesbian, yet here she was also blowing a man off just because she felt like it. And I realized just how much it suited her to be doing so, to be letting her body do the talking for her and seduce the black man to receive what she wanted and needed. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/eva-bj.mp4">> It was a worrying sight, to some extent, but what worried me most was my positive reaction to what was happening, having let it happen and enjoying it a bit too much, realizing that I was getting turned on by it all. Surely, I wouldn't join her in such activities, but I was just now realizing that I was actually liking this... Voyeuristic approach to the sex that was taking place? My innocent friend, submissively taking the black cock that demanded her attention, simply because I asked her to... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-facial.jpg">> The jump in my heartbeat when she received the adult man's seed in her mouth was a heavy moment, as I realized that there was still quite a bit to be discussed between us, and that this discussion would need to come soon enough. For now, we'd celebrate our admission in the university abroad, even if it meant my momentary partner's stolen kisses tasted like cum. The talk would come later... <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<dark "Maybe she should serve him" "I'm not her mistress">><</if>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Look at my mistress for her lead">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> And it seemed like she was picking up on it, enticing him with a flash before turning her attention towards me. <<s Yara>>Well, pet, how about we show that man the kind of relationship we have?<</s>> I realized that I was the person being enticed by the appearance in front of me, excited to be nursing at the exposed boob and show my devotion to her in front of him. <<s Yara>>Lookie no touch.<</s>> My momentary mistress said with such authority that I couldn't deny her control in this situation, as she slowly lowered me to my knees as she hid away the beautiful shapely features she'd just revealed. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> Down I went, with devotion, with abandon, accepting my inferior position underneath her openly and avidly. <<s Yara>>As you can see, sir, <<print $name>> has been embracing a more submissive position for a while now, and I've effectively been able to dismantle her hold-ups.<</s>> She explained to the man as I looked up at her shapely athletic features above me. <<s Yara>>She's shown that she is capable of servitude and following, so much so in fact that she'd even let go of her own chance to go to the SUP if it meant I'd get what I want.<</s>> She looked down at me with her powerful stare, that look that I so loved, before prompting me to speak: <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, pet?<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "Yes mistress!">><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't hold myself back from allowing her this control. I needed her to succeed, even if it came at my own expense. <<s Author>>Yes mistress!<</s>> It even turned me on more that this came at my own expense. To be letting go of my future because it made her look better. There was nothing that could beat the enticing, intoxicating feeling that gave me. Particularly since I was doing it for a friend, and not a partner... <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Her lips found mine with such passion that it made me forget for a moment what I'd just given away. And I matched her energy, happy to have pleased my loving mistress so entirely, excited to have been the reason behind her current pleasure and future success. <<s Yara>>But I wouldn't ask this of her.<</s>> My friend said, bringing me out of my momentary reverie, <<s Yara>><<print $name>> is my loving pet and she deserves to be there with me.<</s>> She was efficiently protective of me, despite my willingness to take that deal, despite me wanting to give her that future she so deserved. <<s Yara>>Not saying you have to take us both, but I'm not willing to jeapordize her future for mine. Our future is together.<</s>> I felt butterflies floating across me as I listened to her words, as I knelt there at her feet, feeling protected and valued. It felt odd, being a pet at the mercy of her mistress, glad to be listening to her and feeling safe in her arms and under her care. A pet that was just about to be placed on the chopping block. //My friend truly likes me!// <<s Hudson>>I never expected this to be a solution to my query, but I believe you've truly taken her under your wing.<</s>> The man seemed thoughtful, as he headed towards his desk and the invitation papers, the papers that had the power to change our lives... <<s Hudson>>Most unusual indeed...<</s>> He said, contemplative, as he stood there thinking of his decision. I looked up at my momentary dominant, as I saw her just as worried as I was about the whole thing. <<light Yara>> looked back at me, and put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt comforted somehow. <<s Hudson>>This is a gamble I am willing to take.<</s>> He claimed, as he headed back to us with both invitations in hand. <<light Yara>>'s eyes, just like mine, lit up with joy. <<s Yara>>Yes!<</s>> She cheered happily. <<s Hudson>>There was no way we wouldn't take you in, Yara. Star athlete and all.<</s>> He complimented my friend. <<s Hudson>>But you, <<print $name>>, are most unusual. I'm eager to see what your future holds.<</s>> I nodded my head as I took the paper from his hands, still kneeling at both their feet. <<s Yara>>You can stand.<</s>> My dominant spoke, and I followed her command. She hugged me tight, her lithe body pressing against mine, the comfort unmistakable. I had succeeded in securing a spot for the future! A future that I was willing to give away for my fake mistress. Was I really this far gone? //And would I do the same for my hopes of Becoming Prom Queen, should she ask?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "No mistress" "She's too dominant to deny her">></div><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<link "Look at my mistress for her lead">><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> And it seemed like she was picking up on it, enticing him with a flash before turning her attention towards me. <<s Yara>>Well, pet, how about we show that man the kind of relationship we have?<</s>> I realized that I was the person being enticed by the appearance in front of me, excited to be nursing at the exposed boob and show my devotion to her in front of him. <<s Yara>>Lookie no touch.<</s>> My momentary mistress said with such authority that I couldn't deny her control in this situation, as she slowly lowered me to my knees as she hid away the beautiful shapely features she'd just revealed. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> Down I went, with devotion, with abandon, accepting my inferior position underneath her openly and avidly. <<s Yara>>As you can see, sir, <<print $name>> has been embracing a more submissive position for a while now, and I've effectively been able to dismantle her hold-ups.<</s>> She explained to the man as I looked up at her shapely athletic features above me. <<s Yara>>She's shown that she is capable of servitude and following, so much so in fact that she'd even let go of her own chance to go to the SUP if it meant I'd get what I want.<</s>> She looked down at me with her powerful stare, that look that I so loved, before prompting me to speak: <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, pet?<</s>> I looked at her with devotion, but something nagged at the back of my mind. //Would I truly let go of my future for hers? Was this a test of sorts?// Saying yes here would possibly entirely commit me to be her submissive and confirm her as my dominant, and that might lead her to believe certain things about our relationship... //Was I willing to do it?// <div id='choices2'><<link "Yes mistress!">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1 "SUP YaraCharacteringDom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't hold myself back from allowing her this control. I needed her to succeed, even if it came at my own expense. <<s Author>>Yes mistress!<</s>> It even turned me on more that this came at my own expense. To be letting go of my future because it made her look better. There was nothing that could beat the enticing, intoxicating feeling that gave me. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Her lips found mine with such passion that it made me forget for a moment what I'd just given away. And I matched her energy, happy to have pleased my "fake" mistress so entirely, excited to have been the reason behind her current pleasure and future success. <<s Yara>>But I wouldn't ask this of her.<</s>> My friend said, bringing me out of my momentary reverie, <<s Yara>><<print $name>> is my loving pet and she deserves to be there with me.<</s>> She was efficiently protective of me, despite my willingness to take that deal, despite me wanting to give her that future she so deserved. <<s Yara>>Not saying you have to take us both, but I'm not willing to jeapordize her future for mine. Our future is together.<</s>> I felt butterflies floating across me as I listened to her words, as I knelt there at her feet, feeling protected and valued. It felt odd, being a pet at the mercy of her mistress, glad to be listening to her and feeling safe in her arms and under her care. A pet that was just about to be placed on the chopping block. //My friend really cares about me, her pet...// <<s Hudson>>I never expected this to be a solution to my query, but I believe you've truly taken her under your wing.<</s>> The man seemed thoughtful, as he headed towards his desk and the invitation papers, the papers that had the power to change our lives... <<s Hudson>>Most unusual indeed...<</s>> He said, contemplative, as he stood there thinking of his decision. I looked up at my dominant, as I saw her just as worried as I was about the whole thing. <<light Yara>> looked back at me, and put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt comforted somehow. <<s Hudson>>This is a gamble I am willing to take.<</s>> He claimed, as he headed back to us with both invitations in hand. <<light Yara>>'s eyes, just like mine, lit up with joy. <<s Yara>>Yes!<</s>> She cheered happily. <<s Hudson>>There was no way we wouldn't take you in, Yara. Star athlete and all.<</s>> He complimented my friend. <<s Hudson>>But you, <<print $name>>, are most unusual. I'm eager to see what your future holds.<</s>> I nodded my head as I took the paper from his hands, still kneeling at both their feet. <<s Yara>>You can stand.<</s>> My dominant spoke, and I followed her command. She hugged me tight, her lithe body pressing against mine, the comfort unmistakable. I had succeeded in securing a spot for the future! A future that I was willing to give away for my momentary mistress. Was I really this far gone? //And would I do the same for my hopes of Becoming Prom Queen, should she ask?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No mistress">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1 "SUP Yara Rejection" 1 "SUP YaraCharactering" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't push myself to accept her offer, no matter how enticing it was to let go like that. I wanted to, a huge part of me really did, but in recent days I'd seen cracks in her defences and character, and ones that simply pushed me to not accept this deal of hers... I found myself shaking my head, negating it all. <<s Author>>I... I can't do that.<</s>> I said apologetically, gaining me a huge frown from my supposed domme. <<s Yara>>Not even for me?<</s>> She tried once more to entice me, but my decision was made. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> I looked up at her apologetically, as she placed her hand on the side of my face calmly, telling me she understood. <<s Hudson>>I knew it. Neither of you are ready yet for what my university has to offer.<</s>> The looming president spoke, before heading for his desk. <<s Hudson>>Learn to truly take control or learn to follow. There is no in between in the new world.<</s>> His voice carried a sense of threat as he spoke. I felt shivers run down my spine at his statement. <<light Yara>>'s breath held as well. <<s Hudson>>Thank you for wasting my time.<</s>> He said, dismissing us without a second look as he took his seat. To say that <<light Yara>> was disappointed was an understatement, but as she helped me up to my feet and out of the room, I could see there was another level of sadness in her face. <<s Yara>>I'm sorry that I made you go through that.<</s>> She said apologetically, <<s Yara>>It was unfair of me.<</s>> <<s Author>>I... Nothing to be sorry about.<</s>> I said, trying to mend the distance that was starting to form. <<s Yara>>No... I...<</s>> The sadness would remain with us for a while, realizing that as friends we'd not been able to fool the man because we were not ready... <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Look at her for her lead" "She's not my mistress">><</if>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Romantic">><<link "We're more than enough alone.">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> I grabbed my lover and pulled her to me, attacking her lips with mine. <<s Author>>It's an experience we would share together, putting on a show where needed, showing our liberalism openly and freely.<</s>> I announced to the professor, wanting to show him just what he might get out of us being at his university. <<s Author>>But we're doing it because it's us. It's the connection we hold with one another, and because going to your university means discovering what our relationship will look like in an evolved environment.<</s>> It seemed to have the right effect on him and our application, though I was not willing to truly let this game last any longer, especially not directly with him. <<light Yara>> was more than eager to kiss me back, and I could feel the passion clearly emanating from her, engaging in that trickery with a friend that she no wonder lusted over. <<s Hudson>>I see you young girls, and I appreciate your courage in delving down that path the way you have.<</s>> The man said, raising us out of our momentary reverie. <<s Hudson>>I'll accept you at my university, and you're most welcome to share that passion there.<</s>> He announced, receiving wide smiles from both my fake girlfriend and I. It was obvious what he was expecting of it, but that was a topic for a different time. <<s Yara>>We look forward to it, sir.<</s>> For now, we'd celebrate our success, knowing that the coming weeks would carry a lot of enticing moments... We'd continue to make it, together when needed and apart where necessary. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We're more than enough alone." "We're not a romantic couple.">><</if>></div>

Our mistress led us into the room in front of the hard-staring man, eager to lead us into victory. <<s Hudson>>You do know that these applications are for couples, don't you?<</s>> The man was not happy to be seeing three ladies in front of him, <<s Hudson>>Then what makes you think that this is a smart choice?<</s>> <<light Yara>>, our mistress, had long shown that she was the one to take charge during such situations, so as usual, I deffered to her authority. <<s Yara>>It's quite simple, really. These two are mine to lead and control. They trust me entirely and explicitly in my decisions, and that's what will let us be a success at your university.<</s>> She said. <<s Hudson>>I find that hard to believe.<</s>> The man said then, showing his distrust of what was being claimed. <<s Yara>>Allow me to prove it to you.<</s>> My mistress said then, before turning towards the two of us.<<s Yara>> Kneel.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> I didn't hesitate, and neither did <<light Eva>>, as we went down on our knees in front of our mistress. There was something beautiful about finally letting go and following her lead, about alloowing ourselves to entirely follow her commands and see ourselves at her feet... It felt right. Even in front of a stranger, it felt right to let go of the holds that we'd carried for so long and allow ourselves to be weak for her. It fit so well, and I could feel something inside of me align. <<s Hudson>>These two are simply submissive individuals, and it's not you they're deferring to. It's authority.<</s>> The man said then. <<s Hudson>>And that's why you're not ready for our university.<</s>> It felt weird, being talked about as if I was not there, but I found solace in having my fellow pet at my mistress' heels too, being talked about alongside me. I was a follower, as was she, and we were following our mistress' lead. //Or were we?// <<s Yara>>I welcome you to challenge my authority, sir.<</s>> My domme said then, confidently, as I saw the man smile at this statement, as if he wanted exactly that to happen. <<s Hudson>>You girls need a strong hand to guide you, and we can offer you that at my university.<</s>> The man claimed, finally addressing my fellow sub and me, <<s Hudson>>Whoever between you crawls over to me first will receive the invitation to join our university. The rest will not.<</s>> He said. What kind of crazy trick is he trying to pull on us? I looked at my partners, realizing the dilemma he'd placed us in, understanding that there was some sort of phylosophical layer to the entire situation. On the one hand, I'd need to put my trust in my mistress' ability to lead us to success. On the other, I'd need to trust that my fellow sub won't take the deal for herself. After all, last time we were together we'd faced her parents with all the intensity of the cage she'd been growing up in, and I could see clearly in her eyes this need to be set free... And yet, I felt trapped in a cage of my own, realizing that I needed this offer just s much as her, to relieve the anxiety of not having a future despite all the work I'd done. If I didn't become prom queen, I'd be nothing, a nobody, with no university prospects. Did I really want to do this? Let my fate to chance, to my mistress' hands, or do I want to take the one chance I had for a free future? <div id='choices'><<link "Follow my mistress' lead">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wouldn't let go just as quickly. The best solution of a prisoner's dilemma is trust. But I wasn't doing it because it was the logical thing to do. I was doing it because it felt like the right thing. Because I was truly loyal to my mistress. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> Kneeling there, I noticed that <<light Eva>> was doing the same. We were both putting out trust in our mistress, showing her just how much we were devoted to her, exactly where our allegiances laid. <<s Yara>>As you can see, mr president, these girls belong to me. And I am just as devoted to them.<</s>> She explained, her hands landing on our heads, possessively, in a controlling manner. And I felt comforted, safe, under her care. It felt right. Regardless of all that would come later, I was feeling held and safe, and that was what was important. I revelled in it. <<s Hudson>>Interesting indeed.<</s>> He said, a voice in the background as <<light Yara>> pushed us against one another. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> I eagerly kissed my fellow sub under our mistress' guidance, happy to be engaging in the act without care of who was in the room with us. I could barely register him giving us the acceptance letter, more interested in the naughty activity that I was engaged in in that moment. Victory was sweet as my fellow sub's lips, and comforting as the hand that guided us towards each other. Victory was being <<light Yara>>'s submissive. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $yaracharacter isnot "Full Domme">><<link "Take his offer instead">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1 "SUP Yara Rejection" 1 "SUP YaraCharactering" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to safeguard my future. Even if it meant betraying my partners. In humiliating manner, I slowly crawled over to the man, muttering my sorries under my breath. <<s Hudson>>Authority, Yara. That's what makes the world spin.<</s>> He spoke with the aforementioned authority, a point proven beyond doubt as I could feel the heat of their stares along my back. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>Unfortunately, you're not the authority that these women seek, that they want. Their inner cravings are clear, and you're to discover, sooner rather than later, that they are also yours.<</s>> It was like he was naming a prophecy with the way he spoke, and I couldn't help but feel a heat rise through me at his words. I did crave authority, and I'd long believed it was present in my so-called mistress... Though now that I was at his feet, I realized that maybe such authority can be found in people like him... Was <<light Eva>> like me, in need of a strong guiding hand? Did we settle for <<light Yara>>? As thoughts coursed through my head, I looked up to see the man looking down at me with disgust. <<s Hudson>>Betrayal of your partner is not the best way forward either, whatever your name is.<</s>> I could feel the ball in the pit of my stomach grow, <<s Hudson>>You've failed your own test too.<</s>> Just like that, I could see the unfairness of it all, and how he'd manipulated me into this betrayal, how I'd actually gone out of my way to fall for his trap... And I admired it, weirdly... Did I like being fooled? Did it turn me on? Was it because he was black that I simply went over to him, my brainwaves wired a very particular, wrong way? I was slowly coming to the realization that a part of me was actually interested in it way more than in the harem that was currently being built... //Was I too far gone for BBC?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take his offer instead" "She's too dominant to ignore">><</if>></div>

A new member of the harem in tow, our mistress led us into the room in front of the hard-staring man, eager to lead us into victory. <<s Hudson>>You do know that these applications are for couples, don't you?<</s>> The man was not happy to be seeing four ladies in front of him, <<s Hudson>>Then what makes you think that this is a smart choice?<</s>> <<light Yara>>, our mistress, had long shown that she was the one to take charge during such situations, so as usual, I deffered to her authority. <<light Ella>> seemed to also understand that, staying silent as our mistress took over. <<s Yara>>It's quite simple, really. These three are mine to lead and control. They trust me entirely and explicitly in my decisions, and that's what will let us be a success at your university.<</s>> She said. <<s Hudson>>I find that hard to believe.<</s>> The man said then, showing his distrust of what was being claimed. <<s Yara>>Allow me to prove it to you.<</s>> My mistress said then, before turning towards the three of us.<<s Yara>> Kneel.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> I didn't hesitate, and neither did <<light Eva>>, as we went down on our knees in front of our mistress. Quickly thereafter, <<light Ella>> found herself going down to her knees in front of our mistress too, accepting her authority naturally. There was something beautiful about finally letting go and following her lead, about alloowing ourselves to entirely follow her commands and see ourselves at her feet... It felt right. Even in front of a stranger, it felt right to let go of the holds that we'd carried for so long and allow ourselves to be weak for her. It fit so well, and I could feel something inside of me align. <<s Yara>>Ella. Strip.<</s>> My mistress ordered then, bringing me out of my introspection and into the present. <<light Ella>> needed to prove herself, even if it meant getting rid of some layers of clothing to show her subservience to <<light Yara>>. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/leo-inundies.jpg">> And so, right there in front of <<light Hudson>>, she slowly and sensually stripped herself of her clothing as she put herself on display. <<s Yara>>Ella is the newest addition to our group, actually. The most recent submissive under my authority, oh so eager to serve.<</s>> My mistress elaborated on what was happening to the man that was listening intently. <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, Ella?<</s>> She asked, to which <<light Ella>> quickly responded in the affirmative. <<s Yara>>Anything for me?<</s>> She asked her, and I could see her eyes drift towards the man that sat there looking at my trans friend's body with clear appreciation. I felt like she might ask of her to do something with him, and I realized that a part of me wanted to see the innocent <<light Ella>> kiss a man. Another part wanted her to show her sapphic abilities to my mistress. I knew that I could do something about it, that I could guide <<light Ella>> closer to the harem and my mistress' true control, if I intervened... <div id='choices'><<link "Encourage that choice">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to accept my mistress' authority. That was my test. And so, I listened as the order came out of her mouth, directed at our latest trans addition: <<s Yara>>Mr Hudson looks lonely there, show him some love.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-masc-kiss1.jpg">> <<light Ella>> didn't hesitate, moving towrds the man and showing him the loving he was owed, under the guidance of our mistress. Whether she was testing her or was actually interested in seeing such a scene unravel was a different topic, but <<light Yara>> had given her order and <<light Ella>> was following it to the letter, indeed showing the president of the university she inteded to join just how to be loved. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-masc-kiss2.jpg">> Eagerly, lovingly, openly. A trade of kisses, a loving embrace, and a successful application. Though I couldn't keep watching for long as I found myself embracing <<light Eva>> ever so closer under <<light Yara>>'s loving guidance and trading kisses with her myself. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Sapphic love between her slaves, and utter obedience from the latest addition... I knew the future of our harem was glorious. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ella would look better under Yara">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> I was quick to move towards the sexy looking trans babe I wanted to include in the harem, attacking her beautiful lips with mine, a sort of statement to my mistress of how I saw things progress. And I could see in her eyes, as I traded spit with the lovely <<light Ella>>, that my mistress was actually liking how that entire thing looked. Lips attacking lips, a sapphic display of affection that I was sure created interest in the man, but also in the woman I called my dominant. <<light Yara>> seemed to really get into it, moving ever closer, and separating us just for a moment. Just long enough that she had my trans friend's attention, mouth agape and ready. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/ella-mouthspit.mp4">> Ready to receive her spit, which <<light Yara>> offered her. A show of force, one that was possibly lost on <<light Ella>> who was quick to accept it. I couldn't help but feel heat emanating through me as I realized that <<light Ella>> was just as submissive as <<light Eva>> and I were, eager to please our common mistress and more than ready to join the harem. <<s Yara>>As you can see, even the latest addition to the harem is more than willing to follow order.<</s>> My mistress said eagerly and openly, making it clear that she was now seriously considering my proposed addition. <<s Yara>>Take them off.<</s>> My submissive trans friend didn't hesitate to take off her clothing, allowing <<light Yara>> free access to her body. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/ella-fingering.mp4">> My mistress didn't hesitate to make use of it either. <<s Yara>>We'll have to eventually do something about this dangly thing there, but you can clearly see how her femininity shines bright, making of her a beautiful subject ripe for the taking.<</s>> It was like she was an art connoisseur, and the trans beauty was an art piece, on display for the man to see and eagerly so. <<s Yara>>Sexuality and gender is fluid, though it's clear exactly where this beauty is, and where her journey would take her.<</s>> She further elaborated, putting in clear terms what <<light Ella>> had been going through. <<s Yara>>And just as I've helped these two accept their positions underneath me, it seems like Ella is on the right track too.<</s>> The man was looking on, and it was clear he was liking what he was seeing. <<s Yara>>I'm familiar with your classes and programs. We each fit in her own way.<</s>> She finally said, putting everything in clear effect. <<s Yara>>But we definitely fit, wouldn't you agree?<</s>> The man smiled at her. <<s Hudson>>You always have.<</s>> He said then, handing over papers that clearly showed our invitation to join the SUP. And I felt thrilled at the prospect, excited to see where this would take us next. We were in, and we had just now roped a now member into the harem... Hopefully permanently... Maybe our next date will confirm it. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

My sapphic harem in tow, I led my pets into the room in front of the hard-staring man, eager to lead us into victory. <<s Hudson>>You do know that these applications are for couples, don't you?<</s>> The man was not happy to be seeing three ladies in front of him, <<s Hudson>>Then what makes you think that this is a smart choice?<</s>> I was the one to take charge during such situations, and my pets immediately deferred to my authority, looking at me for guidance. <<s Author>>It's quite simple, really. These three are mine to lead and control. They trust me entirely and explicitly in my decisions, and that's what will let us be a success at your university.<</s>> I answered him confidently. <<s Hudson>>I find that hard to believe.<</s>> The man said then, showing his distrust of what was being claimed. <<s Author>>Allow me to prove it to you.<</s>> I said then, before turning to my pets, <<s Author>> Kneel.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> Down on her knees, <<light Yara>> waited for me to give her my orders, in order to show the domineering, scrutinixing man that we belonged in his university. <<s Author>>You look good on your knees.<</s>> I spoke to her submission as <<light Eva>> joined her down on her knees. <<s Hudson>>That doesn't explain the fact that there is three of you.<</s>> The man was yet to be impressed. <<s Author>>Take them off, Yara.<</s>> I ordered the once dominant woman, who eagerly complied to my benefit. To the benefit of her mistress. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> Prostrating herself fully in front of me, I couldn't deny the attractive sight was starting to have its effect on me and him, as we watched along and saw her deep submission. A sight to behold, and one that I needed to continue to guide in front of the lecherous man. <div id='choices'><<link "Have them serve him">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to see what that would look like, already eagerly anticipating the sight that would come out of it. <<s Author>>You're welcome to try them, if you want.<</s>> <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-admiration.mp4">> It was at least partly a joke, but the man took me up on my offer. And I watched as his clothes dropped to the floor, and my partners watched the girthy black member almost calling to them. I may have been their mistress, but in that moment, they were simply needy white whores, and their submission would guide their actions. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> When <<light Yara>>'s lips wrapped around his cock, I couldn't deny that there was something entirely alluring about the sight, the clash between their skin colors such a beautiful sight, and the complete acceptance of his dominance a fantastically naughty sight. It might have been the prettiest she ever was. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/eva-bbc.jpg">> Following her closely, my other pet also accepted his cock in her mouth, the sight yet another confirmation that they were more submissive than belonging to me really, the moans they would give off as they played with the cock in front of them an enticing music. <<s Hudson>>These are good white sluts. You should consider joining them.<</s>> His compliment was laced with opportunity, thought it was only a tease. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/eva-bj.mp4">> Watching <<light Eva>> serving his cock like that, and imagining how that would look like in other settings, I realized that a part of me also wanted to play that game... Though I was the mistress here, no? <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/jas-mecumshot.mp4">> <<light Eva>> and <<light Yara>> were unaware of what was going on in my head, my pets oblivious to the imagination that was playing in my mind... Dare I take up <<light Jerome>> on his relentless offer to play together? What would it mean for the harem that I was supposedly building? A part of me didn't really care, somehow eager to see where things might go with the BBCs in our lives, away from the dominance I carried around my pets... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-facial.jpg">> //We got into the SUP, but at what cost?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No need to involve him to show dominance">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't need to tease the man or involve him in any way, I figured, as I continued to give me orders. <<s Author>>Show him what's entirely mine.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> <<light Yara>> didn't hesitate to show him her body, her sexy athletic curves that I'd controlled with time, the body that she was continuously offering up to me. I was her domme, and she'd show anyone around exactly that, because she knew I deserved it. <<light Eva>> followed my orders to the letter as well. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Their kisses in the background, I finally addressed the dominant looking man. <<s Author>>As you can see, there's clear sapphic dynamics in our relationship, and as their mistress, I'm responsible for them. One or none.<</s>> The man smiled, before handing over the acceptances. <<s Hudson>>I look forward to what you'll do at my university. Quite progressive indeed.<</s>> I was eager to discover it too, already knowing I'd continue to grow my harem. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1 "SUP Yara Rejection" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Seeing them right there, seeing him scrutinizing us like that... I hesitated. And that hesitation turned into inaction. And seeing their eyes looking up at me with their usual submission just added to a growing pressure, me unable to answer its requirements. <<s Hudson>>I felt that in you.<</s>> The man said in a dominant manner. I felt it too. //Had I been a fraud this entire time?// I'd let them both down, and now we were all paying that price. <<light Jerome>>'s interest in us might be waranted, the way things had been evolving... <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

A new member of the harem in tow, I led my pets into the room in front of the hard-staring man, eager to lead us into victory. <<s Hudson>>You do know that these applications are for couples, don't you?<</s>> The man was not happy to be seeing four ladies in front of him, <<s Hudson>>Then what makes you think that this is a smart choice?<</s>> I was the one to take charge during such situations, and my pets immediately deferred to my authority, looking at me for guidance. <<light Ella>> seemed to also understand that, staying silent as I took over. <<s Author>>It's quite simple, really. These three are mine to lead and control. They trust me entirely and explicitly in my decisions, and that's what will let us be a success at your university.<</s>> I claimed with confidence. <<s Hudson>>I find that hard to believe.<</s>> The man said then, showing his distrust of what was being claimed. <<s Author>>Allow me to prove it to you.<</s>> I said then, before turning to my once dominant pet, <<light Yara>>, <<s Author>>Show him your boobs.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> <<s Author>>Good girl.<</s>> I said, turning back towards the man. <<s Author>>Yara is the star athlete of the school, she's on track to break records and lead the school to its first victory in way too long.<</s>> I announced to the man. <<s Author>>Kneel.<</s>> I ordered both her and <<light Eva>>, and in mere moments, they were both down on their knees, subservient to my authority. It felt thrilling to have that control over what was once an athletic domme, not turned a mere pet. <<s Author>>Eva here is the smartest person at school with the highest grades. And her brains have shown her and proven to her that following my authority was truly the smartest thing that she could ever do.<</s>> <<light Ella>>, next to them, was in awe of the development, looking at me for the guidance she needed, waiting for the compliment that I'd offer her. <div id='choices'><<link "Have Ella kneel alongside them">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You too, pet.<</s>> I said to her, welcoming her into the fold. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> Down on her knees alongside my other pets, the subservient babe found what it means to submit to my authority, as I continued my exposition. <<s Author>>Ella here is the newest addition to my harem. A beautiful trans babe, she'd been on a journey of self-discovery, and she is finally realizing where she truly belongs.<</s>> <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> <<light Yara>> surprised me then, lowering herself all the way to the ground, and speaking out of turn. <<s Yara>>And <<print $name>> is the most confident person I have ever seen in my life. She deserves nothing but respect and her authority is absolute.<</s>> A beuatiful subservient music escaped her lips, <<s Yara>>I couldn't see my life without her, not anymore, and if it means only she gets accepted in your university, then she deserves it.<</s>> I couldn't help but smile at this development. <<s Author>>Ella, thank Yara for me with a kiss.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> <<light Yara>> submissively accepted the kiss, as <<light Ella>> followed my lead openly. I felt overjoyed to see my pets working together so beautifully to confirm my dominance. If there was a fear that it wouldn't work, it was now squashed. <<s Author>>Poor Eva is left alone. Yara kiss her.<</s>> <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> They did just that. <<s Hudson>>Point proven, point proven.<</s>> If he hadn't said it, the tent in his pants confirmed it instead. It was a given that we'd receive our invitations to his university, four attractive ladies, with one being their leader. <<s Ella>>Thank you <<print $name>>.<</s>> I simply smiled at the lovely trans woman that I'd taken in, excited for the next time I'd get to play around with her, happy to have taken her yet another step under my protection. I felt proud of all of them, knowing that we'd eventually need to talk to <<light Eva>>'s parents to confirm the move, but also knowing that I would make it work. I was their domme after all, and my authority was clear. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Have Ella serve him instead">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>And Ella here, my lovely trans babe, newest addition to our harem, is someone whose gender expression is as fluid as her sexuality, ready to welcome any challenge.<</s>> I looked her intently, <<s Author>>Like show the man with our future in his hands a good time.<</s>> She wanted to hesitate, but seeing my authority so widely accepted in front of her must have done something to her psyche, as my dearest <<light Ella>> understood her assignment, and went for it. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-masc-kiss1.jpg">> Kissing the dominant-looking man, she let herself go as his lips reciprocated her action, her finally crossing a line I've wanted ehr to for a while, proving herself to both of us, her future dominant and the owner of her university. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> <<light Yara>> surprised me then, lowering herself all the way to the ground, and speaking out of turn. <<s Yara>>And <<print $name>> is the most confident person I have ever seen in my life. She deserves nothing but respect and her authority is absolute.<</s>> A beuatiful subservient music escaped her lips, <<s Yara>>I couldn't see my life without her, not anymore, and if it means only she gets accepted in your university, then she deserves it.<</s>> I couldn't help but smile at this development. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-masc-kiss2.jpg">> Though it didn't matter, is seemed, as <<light Ella>> continued to distract the man with kisses of her own, enjoying his rough lips on her softer ones. <<light Eva>> was still left out, and I'd help her find her place with us. <<s Author>>Kiss Yara for me, thank her for her kind words.<</s>> I gave my order before moving towards the principal. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> <<s Author>>So, I'm sure you're satisfied with our application?<</s>> I asked intently to the man. He seemed to be brought back from a reverie of his own. <<s Hudson>>Oh yeah sure.<</s>> Moments later, we were all celebrating our succcess with invitations to the man's university, happy to have proven ourselves. Having another pet to order around was a nice thought, I had to admit. <<s Ella>>Thank you <<print $name>>.<</s>> I simply smiled at the lovely trans woman that I'd taken in, excited for the next time I'd get to play around with her, happy to have taken her yet another step under my protection. I felt proud of all of them, knowing that we'd eventually need to talk to <<light Eva>>'s parents to confirm the move, but also knowing that I would make it work. I was their domme after all, and my authority was clear. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Back in class">> <<pic Hudson>><</pic>> <<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. <<if visited("SB SUP Hudson") gte 1>>I saw no recognition in his eyes of the person that had spent that fateful spring night with him, pleasing him oh so expertly as she stole his secrets. A part of me wanted to see if he'd make the connection, ever.<</if>> I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my potential in the future. <<s Hudson>>That's quite unusual, is there an issue in your hearing or did you simply not understand that this process happens with couples?<</s>> He was immediately agressive in his speech, attacking us in an intimidating manner. <<light Samuel>> was quick to take charge and speak on our behalf. <<s Samuel>>We're a throuple.<</s>> He announced assuredly. <<light Hudson>> was impressed, but tried to hide it quickly. The small smile that appeard on his face betrayed him. <<s Hudson>>In my years of education and dealing with people, especially children like yourselves who think they own the world, I've learned to be critical of what is being said. I am Thomas. I need to see to believe.<</s>> He announced, issuing a challenge of his own. What was <<light Samuel>> getting us into? <<s Samuel>>You can ask us whatever you want, you'll see that the dynamics are there, that we understand them deep down and that this is not a ruse.<</s>> The side eye he gave us called for us to play along. He was speaking truth, our growth allowing us to see it, but proving it to a man like <<light Hudson>> might prove to be a challenge. Now was no time for hesitation. <<s Hudson>>Let's see then. In every relationship there are dynamics we look for. Usually it's a dominant and submissive, a take charge and follow. What are the dynamics here?<</s>> He was quite straightforward in his assesment, and his logic was quite sound. But how did we fare off against one another was actually quite a good question, one that we were slowly discovering but that we were propped forward now in verbalizing, in publicising. And <<light Samuel>> was quick to point out these dynamics to the overbearing presence in front of us. <<s Samuel>>While it is okay to look at things from a monogamous perspective, our thing here is quite different.<</s>> He started explaining, <<s Samuel>>There are different dynamics to look out for, but at the core is this person right here, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Way to throw me under the bus! The president looked at me, wanting me to elaborate further on these supposed dynamics, and looking to see if I had what it took to prove myself to him. And I felt empowered to speak our truth. <div id='choices'><<dark "❗Notice❗" "We can choose more than one option, one for each of them">> <div id='ericchoice'><<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "Eric will do whatever to please me.">><<pickup $class "SUP EST Change" 1>><<replace "#ericchoice">>If something was going to happen here, if there was a chance that I'd show this person that I had what it took to make it in his university, if there was one way I could show that we were indeed an unusual throuple, it would be by taking charge of this whole ordeal and controlling the narrative. Controlling my friend and showing the dynamics between us. <<s Author>>Kneel.<</s>> I commanded, looking sternly at <<light Eric>> as he looked at me with a confused stare. He did not need to speak to show his confusion. Yet my tone left no space for argument. There would only be acceptance on his part. Slowly, submissively, the wimpy <<light Eric>> found his way to his knees, accepting his sumbissive position at my feet. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-eric.jpg">> I looked down at him, quite impressed by his acceptance of the command, of his willing debasement at my expense. Behind me, <<light Samuel>> looked on in rapt attention. The president looked on with peaked interest, eyebrow raised as he saw things progress between us. <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I praised him, and despite his confusion he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face. Had he had a tail right now... <<s Author>>Show this president what it means to be us. How the pecking order is in our throuple.<</s>> I could see the thoughts racing in my partner's head as he tried to find the right way to show his status, as he dealed with the reality of being a "throuple" in front of this man. He was struggling, trying to find the right balance between humiliation and proving a point. I didn't want to risk our chance. <<s Author>>Just do it.<</s>> My voice rose in a commanding tone, one that jolted <<light Eric>> into action as he lowered himself to kiss my foot. His lips finding my shoes, my submissive accepted his inferior position, as he allowed himself the utter humiliation of kissing my lowest point. The striking image we presented, a submissive white man and his dominant, controlling lady with the black guy near her, was one that the president seemed to approve of. <<s Hudson>>I was wrong about you.<</s>> He was a big man that was fine with admitting his mistakes. <<s Hudson>>You could have what it takes to make it through after all. Stand.<</s>> His command was immediately followed by the broken <<light Eric>>, who rushed to his feet. <<s Hudson>>How did that make you feel?<</s>> The educated president asked my friend, his eyes piercing his as he tried to bring out the answer out of him. <<light Eric>> had no filter to what he was about to say. <<s Eric>>Inferior. Worthless.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. <<light Hudson>> smiled, nodded, then turned towards <<light Samuel>> and I to see how we'd take things from here.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric will do whatever to please me." "I'm not dominant enough">><</if>> or <<link "Eric is my emotional pillar.">><<replace "#ericchoice">>The person next to me, <<light Eric>>, was an emotional being, one best suited for cuddling and kind words. I knew that after seeing the deep, emotional dynamics between us so far. The fact that his ex was somehow back in the picture was a pain, but one we'd deal with at our own pace. <<s Author>>Our throuple comes in a dichotomy. Between emotion and passion. And each of these boys give me one.<</s>> I announced, turning towards <<light Eric>> to prove the initial point. <<s Author>>Eric here offers me emotional support. His emotional intelligence, his attention to detail, his kindness, he uses them to melt my heart.<</s>> I looked at my partner in the eye, and I could see in him a small hint of appreciation. He was taken aback by my kind words, and that showed plainly on his face. I got closer to him, aware of the other two men looking at us in the room. <<light Eric>> did not know what to expect, but then again we still had to convince the guy we are an actual throuple, no? <<s Author>>His kisses are soft, kind.<</s>> I said, pursing my lips and approaching his. He took only a moment before leaning in himself, looking to taste my lips with his. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kiss-eric.jpg">> Our kiss was soft, tame, emotional, just like he was. I turned back to the men watching us, intrigued but not particularly impressed. There was more to do if I needed to convince the looming president of our special relationship.<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='samuelchoice'><<if $subdom lte -40 or $bbcworld gte 40>><<link "Samuel deserves to be my better">><<replace "#samuelchoice">>Before I could even address my relationship with <<light Samuel>>, this one decided to take things into his own hands, and spoke: <<s Samuel>>Unlike her relationship with Eric where she leads the action, between the two of us, I'm the one in control.<</s>> He explained, his hand on the top of my head and pushing me down. I didn't dare argue with his position. Whether it was his overbearing masculinity, his aggressive demeanor, my latent submissiveness, or a combination of them all, I knelt, submissive next to the dominant black man. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> Was it his skin color that made him so attractive? So overbearing and confident? Or was it my own sense of inferiority that pushed me to serve him as my better? Regardless of the reason, I had no place to argue as he took control just like I had with <<light Eric>>, guiding me to do things the way he wanted me to. <<s Samuel>>Your place is here, don't you agree, <<print $name>>?<</s>> He spoke with authority, and I nodded along in acceptance. He looked beautiful from down here. <<s Samuel>>And by extension, so is Eric's place.<</s>> He said, implying dominance over both of us with the way he controlled me. <<s Samuel>>Show them.<</s>> I knew what he wanted me to do, and rushed to it. I lowered myself further down, and placed my lips on his shoe, kissing it. That action was degrading, humiliating. And yet I knew that was the right thing to do. <<light Hudson>>, watching along, was impressed. <<light Eric>> was more stunned than anything else. <<s Hudson>>Stand. Let's talk.<</s>> I rose to my feet, waiting to see what decision the dominant man had taken about us. <<link "That's all we can do to convince him">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I stood there, looking at him and seeing if he'll accept our application, nervous if I've done enough to convince him of our status, of our energy. <<s Hudson>>You three have proven me wrong. You are indeed what the new world awaits from us, and in your interactions you have shown the kind of characters that you are.<</s>> He spoke in a relaxed manner, happy to be giving us the acceptance papers. The joy I felt was immense, a sense of relief washing over me. Maybe that was indeed the right choice to make, a true testament that I had a future in this universe. <<if $class.has("SUP EST Change")>><<s Hudson>>I do have to say, though.<</s>> The president interjected as we headed to the door, <<s Hudson>>Your "throuple" name is false.<</s>> I looked at him inquisitively. <<s Hudson>>Members in a throuple are equal. The white boi is anything but equal.<</s>> He explained, <<s Hudson>>Food for thought.<</s>> Indeed, it was food for thought, calling ourselves a throuple long feeling odd, and now being pointed out by a cultured man like <<light Hudson>>. We probably would need to talk about it later...<</if>> All three of us walked out of the class, huge smiles on our faces, having taken a gamble and succeeding in it. Each one of the boys gave me a look of appreciation, each in their own way. They had done what was needed of them to prove that they were progressive enough, and it had paid off for us. We were the image of the future, a white woman, her black bull, and their white cuck. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Samuel deserves to be my better" "Not submissive enough or the world is not blacked enough">><</if>> or <<if $totalsex gte 20>><<link "Samuel is the sex bomb">><<set _SUP += 1>><<replace "#samuelchoice">>Before I could even address my relationship with <<light Samuel>>, this one decided to take things into his own hands, and spoke: <<s Samuel>>Unlike her relationship with Eric where she leads the action, between the two of us, I'm the one in control.<</s>> He explained, his hand hooking around my waist and turning me around to face him. I looked in his eyes, seeing the raw passion that he held, which told me he had something ready for me. And I was eager to give it to him. His lips found mine, giving me a passionate kiss, full of vigor and energy, unlike ones I've shared before. There was a sense of urgency, passion, that one couldn't deny, and it was beautifully overwhelming. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kiss-samuel.jpg">> And I revelled in it, opening my lips in acceptance and tasting his just as passionately, his strong character beautifully engaging. Behind me, <<light Eric>> watched along helpless to intervene, taking in all of the activity happening without any say in it. As we separated to look at <<light Hudson>>, we saw in his eyes recognition, understanding of this aspect of the relationship. He nodded as he stared at us intensely, seeming to be thinking of what decision to take regarding our "application". <<link "That's all we can do to convince him">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I stood there, looking at him and seeing if he'll accept our application, nervous if I've done enough to convince him of our status, of our energy. <<s Hudson>>You three have proven me wrong. You are indeed what the new world awaits from us, and in your interactions you have shown the kind of characters that you are.<</s>> He spoke in a relaxed manner, happy to be giving us the acceptance papers. The joy I felt was immense, a sense of relief washing over me. Maybe that was indeed the right choice to make, a true testament that I had a future in this universe. <<if $class.has("SUP EST Change")>><<s Hudson>>I do have to say, though.<</s>> The president interjected as we headed to the door, <<s Hudson>>Your "throuple" name is false.<</s>> I looked at him inquisitively. <<s Hudson>>Members in a throuple are equal. The white boi is anything but equal.<</s>> He explained, <<s Hudson>>Food for thought.<</s>> Indeed, it was food for thought, calling ourselves a throuple long feeling odd, and now being pointed out by a cultured man like <<light Hudson>>. We probably would need to talk about it later...<</if>> All three of us walked out of the class, huge smiles on our faces, having taken a gamble and succeeding in it. Each one of the boys gave me a look of appreciation, each in their own way. They had done what was needed of them to prove that they were progressive enough, and it had paid off for us. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Samuel is the sex bomb" "Not sexual enough">><</if>></div> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was thrown on the spot to try to come up with a solution to this whole issue, and now <<light Hudson>> was looking at me for an explanation. One I didn't have. <<s Hudson>>This is time lost, and unlike you children my time is extremely valuable. Now if you'll excuse me, try to think of your lies before you go about spurting them.<</s>> He called us out, poison seeping through his words and hurting me to my core. We were a throuple, but we didn't look it, and it was costing us. What's with my hesitation these days?? The man was ruthless, kicking us out as we reeled with the repercussions of his decision, unable to quite understand what we could've done. Maybe I should've done more, been better, more confident... Or maybe our relationships were simply not what <<light Samuel>> thought them to be... And yet, I felt like I was robbed. I tried to help them both, and forgot to help myself, and I had paid the price for it... I was extremely frustrated, weighing in the options in my head, wanting to do something to switch back the narrative to my favor. I already broke the rules once, was I ready to do it again to prove the guy wrong? What would that spell for me and my chances? For the realtionship I was a part of? //I had nothing to lose...// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>> on one side, <<light Eric>> on another, we were being berated by the man that was to see our case. <<s Hudson>>Say what you will, there is nothing progressive about a white throuple.<</s>> He said, <<s Hudson>>Not only do you not understand simple directives, but you also have the arrogance to believe that a white man with the two of you, trans or not, is an interesting combination.<</s>> I was slowly losing my footing, feeling like things were escaping me. Maybe only one of them would have been enough, there was true arrogance in my approach, I had to admit... <<s Hudson>>You girls were better off without him. A black man would at least be marginally better.<</s>> The principal spoke with intense authority, and I couldn't deny that there was truth to his words. <<s Hudson>>Find something better, or forget any chance for an exciting future. This is too vanilla for me.<</s>> It didn't matter that we were in an open relationship, that <<light Ella>> was trans, anything. We failed to be truly progressive, and it might have been my fault. Our apologetic looks and faces would not be enough, but there isn't much that can be done, we had failed. Though something nagged at me to prove myself still, despite if it meant that <<light Eric>> would not be able to follow me there. I ought to try, no? We were in an open relationship after all...<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>> on one side, <<light Eric>> on another, we were being berated by the man that was to see our case. <<s Hudson>>Say what you will, there is nothing progressive about a white throuple.<</s>> He said, <<s Hudson>>Not only do you not understand simple directives, but you also have the arrogance to believe that a white man with the two of you, trans or not, is an interesting combination.<</s>> I was slowly losing my footing, feeling like things were escaping me. Maybe only one of them would have been enough, there was true arrogance in my approach, I had to admit... <<s Hudson>>You two were better off without him. A black man would at least be marginally better.<</s>> The principal spoke with intense authority, and I couldn't deny that there was truth to his words. <<s Hudson>>Find something better, or forget any chance for an exciting future. This is too vanilla for me.<</s>> It didn't matter that we were in an open relationship, that <<light Alex>> was trans, anything. We failed to be truly progressive, and it might have been my fault. Our apologetic looks and faces would not be enough, but there isn't much that can be done, we had failed. Though something nagged at me to prove myself still, despite if it meant that <<light Eric>> would not be able to follow me there. I ought to try, no? We were in an open relationship after all...<<else>><<light Leo>> on one side, <<light Eric>> on another, we were being berated by the man that was to see our case. <<s Hudson>>Say what you will, there is nothing progressive about a white throuple.<</s>> He said, <<s Hudson>>Not only do you not understand simple directives, but you also have the arrogance to believe that two white men with you is an interesting combination.<</s>> I was slowly losing my footing, feeling like things were escaping me. Maybe only one of them would have been enough, there was true arrogance in my approach, I had to admit... <<s Hudson>>You two were better off without them. A black man would at least be marginally better.<</s>> The principal spoke with intense authority, and I couldn't deny that there was truth to his words. <<s Hudson>>Find something better, or forget any chance for an exciting future. This is too vanilla for me.<</s>> It didn't matter that we were in an open relationship or anything else. We failed to be truly progressive, and it might have been my fault. Our apologetic looks and faces would not be enough, but there isn't much that can be done, we had failed. Though something nagged at me to prove myself still, despite if it meant that <<light Eric>> would not be able to follow me there. I ought to try, no? We were in an open relationship after all...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><</link>>

In we walked, excited to be proving ourselves to our would be university. The memory of my time with the "stranger" still fresh in my mind. And the thought of what that could entail heavy. <<s Hudson>>Interesting to see you two here.<</s>> He said, sizing the both of us up, a true look of surprise on his face. <<s Hudson>>And here I thought you had something else in store for me, young lady.<</s>> I felt caught in a spell of sorts, unable to voice any of my emotions in the moment as I realized just how serious things could quickly get here. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>>!<</s>> A voice rose from the doorstill, as we both turned to address who it was. There, looking at me with all the judgement he could muster, stood my professor and lover, <<light Bekham>>. And here, next to me, my friend was looking on without quite understanding what was happening. <<s Hudson>>Ah, Bekham. I was wondering when you would join.<</s>> The arrogant-sounding man said then, greeting him like one would an old friend they're trying to keep close. <<s Bekham>>I was hoping for a bit more privacy.<</s>> My lover admitted, giving a sideway glance to the fake partner I'd brought in. Maybe bringing <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>them<<else>>him<</if>> along was not the best of choices... But then again I only ever wanted to help <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>them<<else>>him<</if>>. <<s Bekham>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>Ella<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>Alex<<else>>Leo<</if>> can you please give us the room?<</s>> <<s Ella>>But my application...<</s>> My friend tried to interject. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>> will take care of it for you.<</s>> It was a given already. I had no choice in the matter, and it seemed neither did <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>. And as <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>she<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>they<<else>>he<</if>> walked out, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards what had happened, wanting to secure whatever victory <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>she<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>they<<else>>he<</if>> now counted on me for. I'll have to deal with my friend later, for now, I needed to get what was needed. <<link "See what my partner wants" "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>>

<<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<if $class.has("SUP Rejection")>><<drop $class "SUP Rejection" 2>><<s Hudson>>What's the meaning of this, Bekham. This lady has visited me already, and failed.<</s>> The hardcore director mentioned. I looked for my professor/partner for guidance in this. <<s Bekham>>She's secretely my whore, and we're about to get her that invitation.<</s>> He said, and it sent a beautiful, powerful chill down my naughty spine.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Me")>>My partner looked at me intently as my fake lover walked out of the room, door closing to give us all privacy. There was heavy judgement on his side, but for now there was something else going on.<<else>>As I stood there alone in front of the familiar man, I could see his eyes clearly undress me, a judgement being placed not only on me, but also on the man that I had chosen as partner not too long ago. <<s Hudson>>I was looking forward to this.<</s>> He'd admitted, words of praise disguised with feelings of thirst. I had no idea what the man expected of me to say, still feeling unsure as I stood there without anyone by my side. Until. <<s Bekham>>Good. You're here.<</s>> At the door, my lover stood with his usual confident attitude. <<light Bekham>> had a certain gravitas that I couldn't deny, and I was happy to be seeing him again.<</if>> <<s Bekham>>Let's get this started with, shall we?<</s>> It was more than an invitation. It was an expectation, and I was to fill it promptly. And I kind of wanted that. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-bj.jpg">> Moments later, I was preparing my lover for the "love" he was about to offer me in front of the man he wanted to cuck. This was probably how each application was going to take place from here on out, a game of seduction and play, where we were to "prove" how desperate we were to make it to that man's university. And yet in this case, it wasn't him I was proving it to, it was my lover. <<light Bekham>> was probably here on a vendetta of his own, but I was enjoying what I was doing, bringing him the pleasure that he'd always required of me. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-bj2.jpg">> It wasn't long before we were spread out in front of the attentive man, my lover's fingers a bit more explorative as my lips wrapped greedily around his cock. And he wasn't ashamed of showing how much that was making him feel good, his moans loud. I knew that was all to the principal's benefit, trying to show him something he couldn't have in the moment, but I was also enjoying it, seeing how I was having a positive effect on my lover. And the man watching us, whose eyes traveled across my body with clear intent, an interest that could not be denied flashing in his stare. A tent rising in his pants with clear need and want. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-bj3.jpg">> <<if $bbcworld gte 40>>A big, black tent, that suddenly became more important to me than the man that I was pleasing. A true man, showing that he liked my body, and me knowing that I was having the right effect on him. While I had chosen <<light Bekham>> as partner, was it because I secretely liked authority and couldn't find it in anyone but him? But now, with the black specimen that was in front of me, and the authority he held, was I considering him as an option for what was to come?<<else>>My mouth was well wrapped around my lover, a man that I needed to please and that I was enjoying way too much in the moment.<</if>> <<s Bekham>>Come on, let's show him what he's missing out on.<</s>> My man demanded, as he prepared for the next step. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Me")>>In that moment, my mind went to <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> and the promise I'd made. I would secure the victory for the both of us, come what may.<<else>>And I was eager to show him exactly who I was and what I would offer him.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "Just enjoy it">><<replace "#choices">>I was too lost to the feelings I was having to care anymore about how I looked or what I was doing. So when my lover positioned me on all fours, putting me on display for the lecherous man that watched us engage in our "love", I followed his lead to the letter, already feeling myself prepared to take him in. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-doggystyle.jpg">> And he took me alright, plowing into me with the intensity of someone with something to prove. And I enjoyed it greatly, happy to be giving him all that he deserved and more, excited and eager to be playing with the man that so eagerly controlled me. And playing along with his power trip, happy to be lending him even more intellectual power over his supposed rival. I'd done it before and proven my loyalty to the man, and I was doing it again now, showing the man exactly how far I belonged to my lover. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-fucking.jpg">> Spreading me wide in front of him brought me a delectable brand of shame, one that I secretely loved, as I eagerly took my lover with all the passion he was offering, and lovingly sang his praise. <<s Author>>Oh god oh yes please!<</s>> I didn't care about how I looked. My orgasm was a satisfying conclusion to a deeply engaging experience, a wave of pleasure coursing through me as my lover pushed me over the edge alongside him on the outside of my folds. And I eagerly welcomed that love he'd offered, happy to see that the man that watched was still more than eager to welcome me in his university. I was beyond happy with my success. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Me")>>I realized then, in the haze and heavy moment following the love scene that had transpired, that the subject of my friend still hadn't been adressed. <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> counted on me for victory. And I needed to keep my word, right? <div id='choices2'><<link "Mention my friend">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Accepted" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>And my friend?<</s>> I asked the principal as I laid in my lover's arms. <<s Hudson>>Naughty one.<</s>> The man simply said, bringing a blush on my face as I was still in the nude in front of him. <<s Hudson>>What's their name? I'll write them an application too.<</s>> I smiled at the small victory, grateful I didn't hide my help from the person who needed it most in the moment. Though I knew a conversation would still be waranted between us. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't, it might raise flags">><<replace "#choices2">>I figured it was best not to mention my friend to them in that moment. After all, I was quite naked for any bargain, wasn't I? I still knew that a conversation was needed to be had with <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, but for now, I'd celebrate my own victory. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>A dumb smile would stay on my face for a while to come, as I enjoyed the aftermath of our impromptu love session. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "Take charge">><<replace "#choices">>Despite the moment, and what my lover wanted out of it, I still had to be true to the relationship dynamics that were starting to show between the two of us, eager to be bringing my lover over his own edge before I crossed mine. After all, this was the perfect moment to show him exactly how things would continue to progress between us. <<s Author>>Lie down lover.<</s>> I said with such clear authority that my partner couldn't help but comply. Sultrily dancing atop him, I looked back to see the other man eagerly watching, cucked by his intellectual rival, though seeing that the woman was toying with the both of them. And I loved the thrill that realization brought me. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-riding1.jpg">> My tease came with me lowering myself onto my lover, feeling his cock spread my folds with such passion and intensity that I couldn't deny the pleasure that it would bring me. And I truly enjoyed it, happy to be feeling what my gurthy lover had to offer. After all, there had to be some pleasure to be taken from a man like that, despite the way he was continously losing control to me. To be dominating a man twice my age... I could feel another layer of passion rise through me as I enjoyed how he felt underneath me. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/manipulated-riding2.jpg">> And I continued to put myself on display for the man that was watching us, wanting to show him exactly what he'd been missing out on, exactly what he'd continue to miss if he didn't accept me at his university. I kept a smirk on my face as I watched his horny expressions, grinding myself against the man underneath with such intensity that I knew I had him right where I wanted him. <<light Bekham>> groaned his closeness, and that was warning enough for me to remove myself to stroke him to completion. <<s Author>>That's it, cumm for me lover.<</s>> I encouraged the man that had capitulated a bit too fast in front of the man that he looked to show dominance towards. But I had them both in the palm of my hand - half-literally - and that was all that mattered in the moment, the sense of power I held very clear to me. I loved it. And they'd continue to love me for it. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Me")>>I realized then, in the haze and heavy moment following the love scene that had transpired, that the subject of my friend still hadn't been adressed. <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> counted on me for victory. And I needed to keep my word, right? <div id='choices2'><<link "Mention my friend">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Accepted" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>And my friend?<</s>> I asked the principal as I still sat atop my lover, having put on the performance of a lifetime. <<s Hudson>>Naughty one.<</s>> The man simply said, bringing a smile to my face as I was still put myself on display for him. <<s Hudson>>What's their name? I'll write them an application too.<</s>> I smiled at the grand victory, grateful I didn't hide my help from the person who needed it most in the moment. Though I knew a conversation would still be waranted between us, I still enjoyed the high I felt in the moment. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't, it might raise flags">><<replace "#choices2">>I figured it was best not to mention my friend to them in that moment, despite the control I held. After all, I was quite naked for any bargain, wasn't I? I still knew that a conversation was needed to be had with <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, but for now, I'd celebrate my own victory. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>A dumb smile would stay on my face for a while to come, as I enjoyed the aftermath of our impromptu love session. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take charge" "Not dominant enough (40)">><</if>> <<if $bbcworld gte 40>><<link "The principal is too attractive...">><<replace "#choices">>Something about a black man watching, regardless of who it was, was getting to me. And while my lips were wrapped around the man that I'd chosen as lover, I was enjoying the way the other one looked far too much to ignore how I felt. A cock truly pushing his pants. I looked at it, then up at him. There was a question on his face. I nodded. I was with my lover, yet I was thinking of the stranger with a black cock. <<light Bekham>> might have been dominant, a man twice my age with a good cock... But something about the chocolate appeal of the man watching could not be denied. I watched as he revealed himself to me, his BBC demanding my attention in a way I couln't ignore - not anymore. <<s Hudson>>Come show me what you truly crave.<</s>> I knew it was a power trip to him, to be stealing me from my lover. But I knew I had my excuse in the application, in the haze of the moment. Though I didn't really care. The black cock was way more attractive to me in that moment than the white one I already had. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> I complied with the man's demand, eager to be serving him, especially in front of my adult lover. I wanted to show him how I respected the black man's authority over his, realizing that I had turned the table and was now cucking my own lover with the black stranger. And I had done it just because of the man's color. My activism was so deeply engrained into me that I couldn't deny the clear effect it was having on me. I needed to show the black man just what control he had, and just how progressive I was. I knew it was the right thing to do for his university. And he took the respect I offered with open arms, making me blow him to completion in front of my supposed adult lover. <<s Hudson>>I hope you don't mind me borrowing your girl. It's all for the application though.<</s>> He teased him. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-facial.jpg">> I knew <<light Bekham>> would not mention this slight after today, but I also knew exactly what to expect of it. Cucking him with a black cock felt right, and somehow followed his alpha/beta true masculinity brand of logic. Maybe the way forward is to show him how much of a beta he really is... <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Me")>>I realized then, in the haze and heavy moment following the naughty scene that had transpired, that the subject of my friend still hadn't been adressed. <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> counted on me for victory. And I needed to keep my word, right? <div id='choices2'><<link "Mention my friend">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Accepted" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>And my friend?<</s>> I asked the principal as I still knelt at his feet, his cock unsurprisingly still heavy. <<s Hudson>>Naughty one.<</s>> The man simply said, bringing a blush on my face as I submissively looked up at him, a sense of acceptance rising through me as I saw <<light Bekham>> enjoying what he'd seen. <<s Hudson>>What's their name? I'll write them an application too.<</s>> I smiled at the victory, grateful I didn't hide my help from the person who needed it most in the moment. Though I knew a conversation would still be waranted between us. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't, it might raise flags">><<replace "#choices2">>I figured it was best not to mention my friend to them in that moment. After all, I was quite naked for any bargain, wasn't I? I still knew that a conversation was needed to be had with <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, but for now, I'd celebrate my own victory. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>A dumb smile would stay on my face for a while to come, as I enjoyed the aftermath of our impromptu love session, the realizations that came with inspiring my future actions. <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "BBC World is high enough!">><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not blacked enough (40)">><</if>></div>

<<pic Hudson>><</pic>> <<s Hudson>>You do know that these applications are for couples, right?<</s>> The man was immediately aggressive in his demeanor, and I found myself questioning just how smart it truly was to be visiting him like that. Was it confidence, or foolishness? <<s Hudson>>What makes you believe your insubordination is something that I'd actually find enticing to have in my university?<</s>> He was firm in his words. <<s Author>>I need to try this. I've had too much on the line so far.<</s>> I spoke with an honesty that I didn't know I could muster, and yet his scrutiny didn't lessen. <<s Author>>I have high grades, am at the top of my class, and have recently been involved in multiple clubs to round out my portfolio. Yet you want to judge me based on the fact that I don't have a relationship. Is that really fair?<</s>> <<light Hudson>>'s eyes pierced mine. My words were heartfelt, yet it seemed the looming figure in front of me lacked a heart. <<s Hudson>>Life isn't fair, young miss. These are all beautiful things you are saying, but your character is lacking. You are yet to show me that you have what it takes to truly find your place in tomorrow's world, let alone my university.<</s>> He was intense, and I was feeling the intensity of the moment. There are a few times where a person's life is defined. A few moments where they have to put everything on the line to get what they want. And I was at such a moment now, facing a dilemma, facing a heavy choice, knowing what he expected of me being here alone. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo" and $class.count("SUP Yara Belle") is 0>>//Maybe having <<light Belle>> here would have been the right choice...//<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 80>><<link "I am a strong, independant woman, who'll get what she needs.">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no way that this person truly believed he could walk through this life unchallenged. That he'd step aside and let people live their lives. With this kind of character, either you take matters in your own hand and prove them wrong, or you're a submissive little bitch who gets stepped on. <<s Author>>I will not stand idly by while a man like you tells me what I am or am not. I am independant, powerful. I already live alone, and care for myself in every aspect of my life. I work and make my own money, I attend high school, and I maintain high grades. All of that, not for someone like you who's gotten used to getting everything he wants mostly because he's a man, to decide what I can or cannot be.<</s>> I was getting agitated, speaking from the heart truthfully and forcefully, <<s Author>>I have my place in tomorrow's world. Not as a follower who'll be forgotten by the annals of history, but as a leader who'll have people working for her, who'll show others what they are missing from life, who'll control her own narrative and others'.<</s>> My words carried weight, the weight of the past couple of months of hardship and work. <<s Author>>And if you decide to aid me in my journey, you'll have an alumni of your university that changed the landscape of the world. If not, you'll regret it in the long run, I am sure of it.<</s>> He looked me in the eyes, multiple calculations coursing through his head as he weighed the pros and cons of this decision, as he decided on my character and if he believed what he heard. I knew I believed it in every fibre of my being. The man seemed to take a decision, turning towards his desk and writing something on a piece of paper. <<s Hudson>>You have oddly enough shown me that you have a particular set of skills that we help nurture at our university. Whether I like it or not, university policy requires me to give you a spot with us.<</s>> He was reluctant, but I still received what I needed out of him, and that was the acceptance he held in his hand and was bringing to me. I put my hand out, and he pulled his back, his eyes boring into my soul. <<s Hudson>>My eye's on you, girl. You better not mess this up.<</s>> He commented, before deciding to place the paper in my hand. I had made it. Through the strength of my character and my staunch belief that I was doing the right thing, I had made it through and received that beautiful paper. If I carry that same energy for the promship... Who would ever be able to challenge me? The success this held was not to be denied, I was sure of it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am a strong, independant woman, who'll get what she needs." "Not dominant enough (80)">><</if>> <<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "I am willing to do anything to prove that I belong at his university. Anything.">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was at the end of my rope, and I needed to pull all the stops to convince the looming guy in front of me that I was worth this opportunity. Whatever it took. <<s Author>>Please. I don't know what else to do. I'm at the end of my line here.<</s>> I was pleading with him, there was no way that I could convince him otherwise. <<s Hudson>>I get the way you feel, but I don't think I am the person who will resolve your issue.<</s>> He was heartless. I begged more. <<s Author>>I beg you. I will do whatever it took to get accepted in your uni.<</s>> I softened my stance. <<s Author>>Whatever you want me to.<</s>> My eyes, holding back tears, were trying to convey something, anything, to the person in front of me. <<s Hudson>>Many young white girls before you have made the same claim. And many have not been up to it. If you're the nerd you claim to be, you definitely are not ready to back up your claim.<</s>> He stated matter of factly. A nerd? I was far away from being a nerd, not anymore. I decided to double down on this position, which seemed to ellicit a reaction from him. Whether positive or negative was yet to see. <<s Author>>Desperate times call for desperate measures. And I've been going through desperate times. I am pretty sure I have what it takes to hold up to my word.<</s>> I announced, staring at him with confidence. <<s Hudson>>Is that so?<</s>> The challenge was issued, and I knew the naughty repercussions behind this statement. I also knew I was ready for them, and part of me, a sick twisted, corrupted part, actually wanted to play that game. <<s Author>>I am willing, eager, and want it all.<</s>> I proclaimed with confidence. <<s Hudson>>Take off your clothes.<</s>> He challenged me immediately, and my naughty mind couldn't argue with that challenge, I wanted to see it through. One by one, my clothes followed one another to the floor as he went to lock the door on us. There I was finally, naked and trapped with him, vulnerable to his advances. <<s Hudson>>Bend over, show me what that pussy of yours looks like, you fucking whore.<</s>> The words he used were so wrong, he viewed me as such a lesser being, he was completely heartless. And I agreed with it, feeling like a whore. I followed his command, lying on the desk to expose myself, and barely hearing his breath behind me. <<s Author>>Like this?<</s>> I was getting worried when I didn't hear anything from him, a silent man that was in deep complentation of the naked whore in front of him. <<s Hudson>>You people are so easy. So eager.<</s>> In my vulnerable state, I felt his words stronger than ever. I felt the heat rise in me and my lips wetten, my body's natural reaction to its submission to a dominant black man. And I heard his clothes drop and touch the floor. <<s Hudson>>On your back on the desk. Spread yourself.<</s>> He called out. I rushed to answer to his request, placing myself like a bitch in heat in position, opening myself up and eagerly anticipating what was to come. In this position, I got a good look of the dominant man approaching me. And he was looming, a threatening presence with a big cock that was hardening more and more at the imagery in front of him. And I guess it was having its effect on me, as I got wetter at the vision myself, my eyes devouring his beautiful body. <<s Hudson>>Like what you see?<</s>> He was not the best looking man out there, but he was black, authoritative, and strong in character. And that was enough for me to turn into a mindless whore for him. <<s Author>>I love it. I need you.<</s>> I announced passionately. He jumped to the occasion, his cock lining up with my pussy, hand attacking my neck to hold me in place. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-spread.jpg">> A small submissive whimper escaped me, surprised out of me as I anticipated his next move. The next move was a slow, gradual, naughty invasion of my vagina. A studied insertion that spread me up and opened me to accept him more. And I moaned out as that happened, showing him my submissiveness, his dominance and control. And controlling he indeed was. I had given myself to a man simply because he had power, simply because I was not good for anything else. And he had taken it wholeheartedly, invading my submissive body and pushing me beyond my limits. I had no limits at that time. I had a heat that needed to be quenched, and he was filling up that need. <<s Hudson>>Absolutely disgusting. Disgraceful.<</s>> His words slowly started making their way back to my ears, as his hand tightened around my throat. <<s Hudson>>You're such a whore giving yourself away to me like that.<</s>> He stated while keeping the pressure on my pussy, drilling as he went in and out. I could only moan in agreement. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-insertion.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>You're good for nothing, yet you want a place with us. Fucking whore.<</s>> There was anger in his tone, disdain in his voice, and yet I wouldn't have liked it to be any other way. I moaned out at every insult he hurled towards me, accepting it entirely and without remorse. <<s Hudson>>You'll make it to our university, maybe, if a whore like you can afford it.<</s>> He said, lending me back some hope as he tightened his grip around my neck, my breathing becoming more challenging, controlling the pace of my breathing with his expert handling. <<s Hudson>>But you'll quickly grow to be the campus whore. I'll make sure of it.<</s>> Whether that was a threat or a promise mattered not to me. I had received the news that I was going to be accepted in his university. The fact that I'd get a new black cock to fuck on the daily was a welcome bonus. <<s Hudson>>Here's your first lesson in your university journey.<</s>> He stated as he quickened his pace.<<s Hudson>> White whores should always end sex with creampies. Breed black.<</s>> As he said that, he accelerated his speed and kept his intense drilling, his cock pistoning in my hole as his hand held me in place by my neck. And as I felt the rush of sperm invade my pussy, I also felt myself cumming, the feelings of this beautiful orgasm intensifying by the breaths I couldn't take, coming in waves with each breath I took in with a fight. Invaded, out of breath, and completely drenched in sweat, filled with sperm like a good white whore, I tried to make my way back up to my feet as he moved back to watch his fine work. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-creampie.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>Maybe I'll make you my personal whore once you make it to Sweden.<</s>> He mused as he looked at his cum slowly escaping my reddened lips. I moaned out at that statement, nothing feeling more attractive as what he just suggested. <<s Hudson>>Come on slut. Get dressed.<</s>> He made his command, jolting me to activity, still sore all over, my breathing ragged as I tried to recover from his play. He was definitely an expert with his manipulations of my body, his control of his breath play undeniable. This brought a beautiful wave of naughtiness through me as I contemplated what that meant about him, as I tried to dress myself up as fast as I could. He was an expert in all of it, quickly having put his clothes on and writing my name on my acceptance letter. <<s Hudson>>Good job, slut.<</s>> He praised me, <<s Hudson>>Remember, all you white bitches are good for is being cum receptacles to black men like me. Understood?<</s>> I smiled at him, horniness and waves of emotions clouding any logic in my mind. <<s Author>>Lesson learned, sir.<</s>> With his cum flowing through me and soaking my panties, I grabbed the paper he presented me, accepted in his university, before heading out. //Being a whore does pay off... Is that my way to Becoming Prom Queen?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am willing to do anything to prove that I belong at his university. Anything." "Not corrupted enough (200)">><</if>> <<link "I truly don't know what I bring to the table.">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1 "SUP Rejection Alone" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at him dumbfounded, trying to come up with something to resolve this issue, this complication in front of me. Trying to find a solution to this end. And I felt like it was an end. I had nothing. I felt at the bottom of my well. <<s Hudson>>I know people, I know how to read them. and you don't have what it takes. And that's okay. Maybe one our your country's lesser universitites has a place for a lesser being like you. Mine doesn't.<</s>> There was no filter left to the words he was saying. He was saying them, whether they hurt me or not. <<s Hudson>>Don't get me wrong. I need to be very clear with you. You are not worthy.<</s>> His stare was intense, hitting me to my core, breaking something in me. //I am not worthy.// Even as I walked out, trying to keep a brave face, something continued to play in me as I understood just how badly positioned I was. //I am not worthy.// I will never have what it takes to make it through this whole ordeal. I was a failure. A complete and absolute failure whose future is doomed. Doomed to fail. Something in me broke. //Maybe my future isn't in education after all... Maybe it is elsewhere?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Back in class">> <<pic Hudson>><</pic>> <<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. <<if visited("SB SUP Hudson") gte 1>>I saw no recognition in his eyes of the person that had spent that fateful spring night with him, pleasing him oh so expertly as she stole his secrets. A part of me wanted to see if he'd make the connection, ever.<</if>> I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my future hopes and dreams. <<s Hudson>>First of all, I'd like to say that I find it interesting that you two, a straight white couple, would choose to apply together to our progressive university.<</s>> He said, immediately shutting us down and attacking our disposition. <<s Hudson>>What do you have to say to that? About this dilluded approach to have you two present yourselves to me like that?<</s>> His stern stare, his confident and aggressive manner of speaking, his straightforward attack... He didn't know anything about <<if $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>'s past or the path I had to take to get here, and yet here we were desperate to prove ourselves to him. Furthermore, with the way things had been evolving, I was afraid that he'd be able to see right through the ruse we were trying to portray, a couple that wasn't confident about each other entirely... That weakened me, as I tried to find the words to answer him. <<s Author>>I... I don't know what other choice we could make. It's unusual...<</s>> <<s Hudson>>If there's one thing that is known about our university, it's that it is unusual.<</s>> He cut me off, his voice carrying weight. <<s Hudson>>Yet here you two are, the more usual, vanilla couple I have seen so far today.<</s>> He spoke with confidence, having judged us before we even had gotten the chance to prove ourselves. <<s Hudson>>The test is simple in nature.<</s>> He explained, his voice taking a more... professory vibe. <<s Hudson>>It is only through seeing you interact in your most comfortable relationship that one can judge your disposition. That one can truly get to know your character and see where you're supposedly headed in life. And that's what the test is about.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, silent so far, looked at me with a sideways glance. <<s Hudson>>You two, vanilla straight white couple, will interact, and through this interaction I'll be able to judge on your character, see what you could become and make the choice on whether or not I give you this paper with your name on it.<</s>> The professional, stern, commanding man spoke. <<s Hudson>>Endulge me.<</s>> He gave a final direction, before leaning back to watch our interaction. I turned to look at my supposed partner, <<if $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, as <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>they<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>she<<else>>he<</if>> looked back at me with hesitation in <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>their<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<else>>his<</if>> eyes. <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>They weren't<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>She wasn't<<else>>He wasn't<</if>> sure of what to do, and neither was I, but I knew that something needed to be made about this, and fast. I thought to what would seem progressive to the university's stern director. I thought to how we could prove to him that we were not a usual couple... And I found inwardly that there was a particular way to do so. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 40 and $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Lure her into blowing the man">><<pickup $class "SUP Ella Training" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> My lips were quick to find my feminine friend's, immediately showing her just how much I wanted that application to be successful. Thankfully, she reciprocated the gesture, playing along with my plan. After all, we wanted to show just how open we are... And I had ideas on how to prove it... Slowly but surely, I moved away from the kiss I was giving her, knowing that my trans friend was turned on in that moment, but oh so beautifully docile and ready to follow my commands. And I could see the man's clear interest in how things were evolving between her and I. I slowly lowered her to her knees, and moved her closer to him. <<s Author>>Come on babe, let's show this man how much you've worked on your feminine skills, and how far along you've been under my guidance.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-bj-stunned.jpg">> Her beautiful stunned face was a clear turn on for me as I saw her accept her man between her lips. <<s Hudson>>I thought you were a couple.<</s>> The man simply said to me as I stood next to him, luring <<light Ella>> onto his cock. <<s Author>>We are, the most progressive you've seen.<</s>> I claimed, giving a soft laugh at the absurdity of the situation but not yet willing to let go of the beautiful dominant hold I was having. "A couple"... Yeah right. <<s Author>>Doesn't she do a good job?<</s>> I said to him. <<s Hudson>>She could use some work.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-bj-close.jpg">> <<light Ella>> must have been offended with that claim, because I could see her pushing herself further to simply prove herself to the man, and the moans she was giving off were clearly performative. //Oh how quickly the slut within was starting to show!// I smiled down at my friend as I saw the clear struggle she was exhibiting, a beautiful sight that just needed to be studied. A beautiful slut in service... And I was truly liking it. //Would this be in our future? Could this situation be the start of an interesting new dynamic?// The fact that we received an acceptance letter to their university was a nice addition too... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-bj-openmouth.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 40 and $leocharacter is "enby">><<link "Lure them into blowing the man">><<pickup $class "SUP Alex Training" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> My lips were quick to find my enby friend's, immediately showing them just how much I wanted that application to be successful. Thankfully, they reciprocated the gesture, playing along with my plan. After all, we wanted to show just how open we are... And I had ideas on how to prove it... Slowly but surely, I moved away from the kiss I was giving them, knowing that my trans friend was turned on in that moment, but oh so beautifully docile and ready to follow my commands. And I could see the man's clear interest in how things were evolving between them and I. I slowly lowered them to their knees, and moved them closer to him. <<s Author>>Come on babe, let's show this man how much you've worked on your servile skills, and how far along you've been under my guidance.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-bj-stunned.jpg">> Their beautiful stunned face was a clear turn on for me as I saw them accept their man between their lips. <<s Hudson>>I thought you were a couple.<</s>> The man simply said to me as I stood next to him, luring <<light Alex>> onto his cock. <<s Author>>We are, the most progressive you've seen.<</s>> I claimed, giving a soft laugh at the absurdity of the situation but not yet willing to let go of the beautiful dominant hold I was having. "A couple"... Yeah right. <<s Author>>Aren't they doing a good job?<</s>> I asked the man. <<s Hudson>>They could use some work.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-bj-close.jpg">> <<light Alex>> must have been offended with that claim, because I could see them pushing themselves further to simply prove themselves to the man, and the moans they were giving off were clearly performative. //Oh how quickly the slut within was starting to show!// I smiled down at my friend as I saw the clear struggle they were exhibiting, a beautiful sight that just needed to be studied. A beautiful slut in service... And I was truly liking it. //Would this be in our future? Could this situation be the start of an interesting new dynamic?// The fact that we received an acceptance letter to their university was a nice addition too... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-bj-openmouth.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 40>><<link "Dominate Leo to show our kinky side">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If something was going to happen here, if there was a chance that I'd show this person that I had what it took to make it in his university, if there was one way I could show that we were not his usual straight couple, it would be by taking charge of this whole ordeal and controlling the narrative. Controlling my partner as I have so far. <<s Author>>Kneel.<</s>> I commanded, looking sternly at him. <<light Leo>> did not need to speak to show his confusion. Yet my tone left no space for argument. There would only be acceptance on his part. Slowly, submissively, <<light Leo>> found his way to his knees, accepting his inferior position at my feet. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-eric.jpg">> I looked down at him, quite impressed by his acceptance of the command, of his willing debasement at my expense. The president looked on with peaked interest, eyebrow raised as he saw things progress between my partner and I. <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I praised him, and despite his confusion he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face. Had he had a tail right now... <<s Author>>Show this president what it means to be us. How we're not like all couples.<</s>> I could see the thoughts racing in his head as he tried to find the right way to show his status. He was struggling, trying to find the right balance between humiliation and proving a point. I didn't want to risk our chance. <<s Author>>Just do it.<</s>> My voice rose in a commanding tone, one that jolted him into action as he lowered himself to kiss my foot. His lips finding my shoes, my partner accepted his inferior position, as he allowed himself the utter humiliation of kissing my lowest point. We might be in an open relationship, but this man at least knew his place. The striking image we presented, a submissive white man and his dominant, controlling lady, was one that the president seemed to approve of. It didn't matter in the moment what gender we carried, so long as we presented a striking image... <<s Hudson>>I was wrong about you.<</s>> He was a big man that was fine with admitting his mistakes. <<s Hudson>>You could have what it takes to make it through after all. Stand.<</s>> His command was immediately followed by the broken <<light Leo>>, who rushed to his feet. <<s Hudson>>How did that make you feel?<</s>> The educated president asked my friend, his eyes piercing his as he tried to bring out the answer out of him. <<light Leo>> had no filter to what he was about to say. <<s Leo>>Inferior. Worthless.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. <<s Hudson>>For you, that's progressiveness right there.<</s>> The president spoke, oddly making sense to my partner. A moment passed as he sized us up. <<s Hudson>>For you.<</s>> He presented our papers to us, an official acceptance letter to his university. <<s Hudson>>Should you decide to join us.<</s>> //We had made it! I had a safety net to catch us!// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Dominate my partner to show our kinky side" "Not dominant enough (40)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte -40 and $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Let her take control">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't have much control in this situation, as I found myself looking at my "partner" for guidance. <<light Ella>> noticed my hesitation, and understanding what was on the line, was quick to adapt to the situation. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> Her adept manipulation of my body, and the way she moved herself against me, slowly guided me towards more of a following position, as her lips found mine with intense passion. An enticing, intense combat that I was quickly losing. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Our clashing lips were having their playful dance as our bodies grinded against one another frantically, enjoying how we felt and embracing these beautiful emotions fully. And it was a nice sight, I imagined, but I also knew that it would not be enough. But I didn't know how to move forward with this. And it seemed like my trans friend had ideas... Slowly but surely, she'd lower me to my knees in front of her, as I ended up looking up at her with a subservience I didn't know I had in me... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> I looked up with reverence at my trans friend, the way she stood above me so dominant and in control that I couldn't help but see her with awe. A beautiful woman with a lot of character, absolutely controlling in the tastiest of manners. She exchanged that look with me, before addressing the man in the room, the person I'd forgotten about. <<s Ella>>I might have been helped towards my femininity by this woman here, but her submissiveness still exists, cannot be denied.<</s>> She spoke truth, <<s Ella>>She's helped me make the distinction between the two, and I've embraced femininity with dominance since.<</s>> I couldn't help but feel pride at my friend's claim, happy to see her embrace her true colors fully, and happy to see that there was no hiding for her. Not anymore. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/ella-mouthspit.mp4">> Though it was possibly all a show of force, my momentary lover and I ended up convincing the man of our worthiness to visit his university, excited of what was to come after. The haziness I felt following that moment, realizing how easy it was to get me to acquiesce to whatever that was with my friend of all people, stayed with me for a while after. Was this worth exploring with <<light Ella>>? //Where would it take us?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte -40 and $leocharacter is "enby">><<link "Let them take control">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't have much control in this situation, as I found myself looking at my "partner" for guidance. <<light Alex>> noticed my hesitation, and understanding what was on the line, was quick to adapt to the situation. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> Their adept manipulation of my body, and the way they moved themselves against me, slowly guided me towards more of a following position, as their lips found mine with intense passion. An enticing, intense combat that I was quickly losing. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/lesbo-kiss.mp4">> Our clashing lips were having their playful dance as our bodies grinded against one another frantically, enjoying how we felt and embracing these beautiful emotions fully. And it was a nice sight, I imagined, but I also knew that it would not be enough. But I didn't know how to move forward with this. And it seemed like my trans friend had ideas... Slowly but surely, they'd lower me to my knees in front of them, as I ended up looking up at them with a subservience I didn't know I had in me... <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> I looked up with reverence at my trans friend, the way they stood above me so dominant and in control that I couldn't help but see them with awe. A beautiful non-binary person with a lot of character, absolutely controlling in the tastiest of manners. They exchanged that look with me, before addressing the man in the room, the person I'd forgotten about. <<s Ella>>I might have been helped towards my femininity and genderless expression by this woman here, but her submissiveness still exists, cannot be denied.<</s>> They spoke truth, <<s Ella>>She's helped me make the distinction between the two, and I've embraced my unique gender identity with dominance since.<</s>> I couldn't help but feel pride at my friend's claim, happy to see them embrace their true colors fully, and happy to see that there was no hiding for them. Not anymore. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/ella-mouthspit.mp4">> Though it was possibly all a show of force, my momentary lover and I ended up convincing the man of our worthiness to visit his university, excited of what was to come after. The haziness I felt following that moment, realizing how easy it was to get me to acquiesce to whatever that was with my friend of all people, stayed with me for a while after. Was this worth exploring with <<light Alex>>? //Where would it take us?// <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte -40>><<dark "Let him take control" "A white man in control won't impress that man">><<else>><<dark "Look for my partner for guidance on what to do, cede control" "Not submissive enough (40)">><</if>> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<pickup $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was hesitant. The way that man dismantled us, the way he spoke about us with such vigor, with such disdain towards us... There was something extremely unsettling about this whole interaction, something that stopped me from really finding my footing. <<s Hudson>>What? Nothing?<</s>> He looked at us with a raised eyebrow, noticing our inability to come up with anything to turn the tables on him somehow, to prove ourselves as worthy... We were failing, and fast. And he didn't care to give us the benefit of the doubt. <<s Hudson>>You failed before you even went in.<</s>> He announced, further pushing the point home. I had no idea why I thought this whole thing would be easy. It had proven itself to be a disaster. <<s Hudson>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> He announced. This university, this person.. They were more demanding than I ever anticipated, and they were definitely not the fit to the kind of relationship <<if $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> and I were harboring. <<s Hudson>>Out.<</s>> His command jolted us into movement, as we headed towards the door, tails between our legs. I didn't know what to do. The way he broke me down... I had no words. Was I really that much of a failure? Was I really unworthy of any of it? Maybe the issue was who I went in with, my fake partner, the person that was supposed to support me through life. Thoughts roamed across my mind, playing dangerously with my self-esteem. Maybe I could wait for the class to end, confront his choice head on? Maybe that would be the right thing to do, instead of simply admitting defeat. Maybe it was all still a test? //And maybe I could prove myself to him in a different... More personal way...// The thoughts coursed through my head, before my friend interjected. <<s Leo>>We gave it a decent try, nothing to lose.<</s>> There was still some hope in <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>them<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<else>>him<</if>>, though I didn't match it myself, wanting to give this another personal try. I was a free bird after all, it wouldn't hurt to try again, no? <<link "Move along" "SUP Application Mid-Scene">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Making it out of class, I saw a bunch of my classmates still there and waiting for their time to walk in, trying to discern from my facial expressions whether or not I'd succeeded in my mission to join the overseas university. Moments later, <<light Jasmin>> was moving closer. <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict" and $relationship isnot "JJThrouple" or $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict" and $relationship isnot "JeromeHarem">><<pickup $class "SUP Jasmin BBC Win" 1>>Alongside her boyfriend, whose arm wrapped around her quite possessively, she was getting ready to walk in. <<s Jerome>>Let's get this over with.<</s>> The man was speaking in a dominant manner, eager to be walking in to what had felt to be like the den of a beast. It didn't take long for them to walk back out hand in hand, her hair frazzled and a smirk wide on his face. To me, there was no doubt what had happened inside, and conflicting emotions were coursing through me at that realization. Maybe I could reach out to her after to see how that went, though I already had a sentiment as to the answer to that question... <<elseif $class.has("SUP Jasmin Jerome")>><<pickup $class "SUP Jasmin BBC Win" 1>>Despite them not being together anymore, I had convinced her to go in there with <<light Jerome>>, and apply with him. It was clear after my own application that the man was a demanding individual, and it showed itseelf in an even clearer picture when they both walked out from their own application, a weird look of shame appearing on her face while he portrayed himself with the same usual confidence that he's always had. <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes didn't dare stay on me as she furtively looked for a way out of there. I knew I'd have to eventually reach out to her to see how things went here... <<elseif $class.has("SUP Jasmin Elio")>><<pickup $class "SUP Jasmin BBC Win" 1>>Despite him not being a student at our school, I had convinced her to apply to the SUP with <<light Elio>>, our coworker at Creamart. And it seemed like she took my idea in stride, as I saw her walk out of the room alongside him, hand in hand and flashing a big smile. The wink he gave me alongside her blush told me they managed to find some sort of success in front of the principal's scrutiny, and my curiosity was peeked. I knew I'd want to later reach out to her to see how things went there, there was definitely a story to tell. //Possibly working at Creamart...// <<elseif $class.has("SUP Jasmin Denied")>>A person that I'd convinced not to apply, she was clearly not a fit for this university, and this fact was made more evident to me following my own application. And so, as I stayed for a while there in front of the class, I flashed her a compassionate smile as she smiled back at me, a silent sense of understanding prevailing between us.<</if>> <<if $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection")>>My partner <<light Yara>> was there with me, seated on the floor with her head in her hands, deep in thought. <<s Yara>>This is not how things were supposed to go.<</s>> Her heavy emotions were clear. <<s Yara>>I let you down...<</s>> She was taking the blame entirely onto herself, and it hurt to see her hurt. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Belle")>><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Invitation 3" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Blacked 2" 1>>Next, it was <<light Yara>>'s turn alongside fellow prom queen nominee <<light Belle>>. For once though, it felt like there was a reversal of roles between the two, as the athlete looked worried while her bimbo counterpart seemed confident in her approach of the room. <<s Author>>Good luck!<</s>> I said to the supposedly dominant lady, hoping to instill some sense of confidence in her. <<s Yara>>Thanks <<print $name>>.<</s>> She took a deep breath before walking in. <<light Belle>> winked at me before walking in herself. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/belle-talk2.jpg">> As I sat around there, thinking of the implications of that wink, I felt like I received an answer a bit faster than I expected, as around 10 minutes later they both walked out, <<light Belle>> with her head held high and <<light Yara>> following behind with more shyness than I've ever seen her hold. The athlete put her running skills to the test as she rushed away from there, not willing to address the issue at hand. <<s Belle>>She's a fantastic oral lover.<</s>> My bimbo friend was not shy about what had happened behind closed doors. <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I could hardly believe what I was hearing. <<s Belle>>The way to any man's heart is through his pants. Yara just discovered that entirely.<</s>> She simply explained. I could feel myself dampen down below at the thought of my lesbian friend serving the man inside. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/belle-talk1.jpg">> <<s Belle>>Don't worry, she didn't finish him off, but she really wanted to.<</s>> <<light Belle>> was a clearly alluring personhood, her openness an enticing thing that held heavy repercussions, especially when her words created such vivid images in my mind. <<s Belle>>Maybe you'll have the chance to?<</s>> She smiled at me before walking away. I really wanted to know more about what had happened inside from the lesbian dick-lover herself, <<light Yara>>, but figured it would be a conversation for later as I saw my sexy bimbo friend's hips sway away. //Did I want to finish the black man off?// <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Application") and $springbreak.has("EvaYaraCouple") and $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Invitation 2" 1>>Next, it was <<light Yara>>'s turn with her submissive girlfriend/partner/pet, <<light Eva>>. One leading the other confidently, I saw my friends walk into the room where their destiny will be chosen for them, a look of worry on <<light Eva>>'s face. Part of me wished I could vocalize my support for my friend befoe her entry, show her that there was nothing to worry about, but I imagined I carried the same face before walking in myself. Around 10 minutes later, I saw them both walk out, a smile flashing across their lips as they held with confidence their acceptance letters. <<s Author>>You made it!<</s>> I said enthusiastically. <<s Eva>>Yara made sure we would!<</s>> My nerdy submissive friend replied. I looked at the confident woman, this attractive character that knew how to get what she wanted and stopped at nothing to get it. <<s Yara>>What can I say, the man really appreciates dominance... And submissiveness.<</s>> Her arm wrapped possessively around <<light Eva>>. As she did that, my mind coursed as I imagined what these two had to go through to get that acceptance, and if their experience was in any way similar to mine. //And how far they'd allowed it to go...// <<s Eva>>We just need my parents to agree now.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Just that.<</s>> <<light Yara>> joked, admitting the difficulty of the task but not shying away from the challenge. If there was going to be a successful end to their story, it would have to go through my friend's parents, but for now, it looked like the domme and her sub were on the right track... <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Application") and $springbreak.has("EvaYaraCouple")>><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Rejection 3" 1>>Next, it was <<light Yara>>'s turn with her submissive girlfriend/partner/pet, <<light Eva>>. And while she was carrying the "Domme" role walking in, I could see a hesitation in both women's faces, as they seemed to be walking in with less confidence than usual. That lack seemed to get the better of them, as they both walked out quite dejected from the classroom a few minutes later, a sense of shame apparent on their faces, and more intense on <<light Yara>>'s. The athlete put her running skills to the test as she rushed away from the place without a single word to anyone. <<light Eva>> was more talkative. <<s Eva>>I've never seen her like this...<</s>> That one said hesitantly. <<s Eva>>I don't feel comfortable talking about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you safe?<</s>> I was worried for the both of them, but <<light Yara>> was nowehre to be seen. <<s Eva>>Yes... Maybe it's better you talk to her about it.<</s>> The submissive held pain in her voice. I looked at her walk away, a sense that their relationship might be in a tough spot washing over me, as I became unsure of how all of this will impact our own friendship. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Application") and $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Rejection 2" 1>>Next, it was <<light Yara>>'s turn, walking in confidently alone. We knew that this application was for couples, yet it didn't seem like she cared. And as she walked out around 2 minutes later, no paper announcing her success in hand, she didn't seem frazzled by the news. She just was unsuccessful in making it to the university, but it did look like it didn't matter much to her. I appreciate the courage with which she carried herself, knowing I'd get to tell her that later down the line. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Application")>><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Rejection 3" 1>>Yara walking in alone. Walks out with shame in her eyes. Her hair is frazzled, her demeanor is changed. She walks a bit more... hunched. Like something was taken from her and she is ashamed of it entirely. Her eyes don't even pass by me, as she rushed away wanting to create as much distance between herself and the door she just walked out from. I knew I'd talk to her later about this, the repercussions of such a change too big to be ignored. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Denied")>>My friend <<light Yara>> walked closer to me as she saw me still there in front of the class, observing people going in and out. <<s Yara>>Thought you wouldn't apply either?<</s>> She sort of called me out, though I had my answer: <<s Author>>Hey I only said that the university doesn't seem to suit you!<</s>> I quipped back. <<s Yara>>Hold your horses darling!<</s>> She laughed, <<s Yara>>I looked into it further, and they have no sports programs, which is dreadfully boring if you ask me.<</s>> I smiled at her. <<s Yara>>It's definitely not my kind of place.<</s>> She further elaborated, <<s Yara>>And it seems like not that of many other here!<</s>> She had a point, I thought, as she walked away once more, my influence over her decision not to apply clear. <<else>><</if>> I was thus looking at people gathered there, a weird sense of surreal emotions coursing through me. From the start of the year till now, we were all here worried that we wouldn't get accepted at any university, and here our fears were confronting us in the face, clear as day. <<if $class.has("SUP Invitation") and $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>Thankfully for me though, I had the biggest trick up my sleeve with the partner I'd decided for myself, <<light Bekham>>, which guaranteed my spot at the university after the intense session we'd had. And I already looked forward to spending time with him tomorrow ahead of class. <<link "Move along with my day" "School">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Invitation")>>Thankfully for me though, I was one of the lucky few that were actually admitted at that university, the man and his odd application a thing of the past now that I could move on with my day. <<if $work.has("CA Hudson Visit")>>There were still unanswered questions about the principal's visit of my place of work and the questions he raised back then. I had received the admission letter I so desperately needed, but was now at an impasse. What does this whole thing between him and <<light Bekham>> lead to? <<link "Visit him once more" "SUP Application Hudson Special">><</link>><</if>> <<link "Move along with my day" "School">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Rejection")>>The rejection I had received from that man still stung a lot, as I tried to understand what the implications of such a thing meant to my future. The SA Office's letter earlier this year made a lot of sense now. This principal didn't even look at our grades in his questioning. It was about dynamics, about the kind of person that we were, and I had failed. And the rejection was too har on me, as I remained there in front of the door of the classroom he'd commandeered. I was the last person left as I saw one more couple walk out of the room, and tried to gather what I can do about this whole situation. Should I go in and beg for a spot? How far was I willing to go and what would it mean for people around me? Questions swirled in my head, but they were demanding an immediate answer. <<if $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection")>>And yet, I wasn't the one to make the first move. Standing up from her featal position, <<light Yara>> was getting ready to walk into the room once more, stunning me with her action. <<s Author>>Yara what are you doing?<</s>> I asked her worriedly. <<s Yara>>What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing whatever it takes to get us to this university.<</s>> She announced, her hand already on the door handle. I knew that my partner would not back off from the challenge, no matter what it would take from her. And that realization brought fear into my heart... What if she went too far? <div id='yarachoice'><<link "Let her walk in">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Are you sure?<</s>> I looked into her eyes, challenging her to show any weakness in her resolve. And I saw it, her features offering no consolation. <<s Yara>>I have to do this.<</s>> She said, weakened, before opening the door. I was out of the principal's line of sight, hearing him speak right behind the door. <<s Hudson>>I knew someone would beg.<</s>> The man said to my partner, already calling out the behavior he was seeing. <<s Hudson>>Close the door.<</s>> There was no doubt on what was about to happen behind that door, my innocent lesbian partner now about to put her body on the line for that admission, not only for herself. And as if an invitation for my naughty mind, she kept the door open just a slither. I felt like she wanted me to watch, and yet also knew that looking through this crack in the wall was going to carry some important repercussions for us. But I had to. <<link "Spy on them" "SUP Application Hudson Yara">><<drop $class "SUP Yara Rejection" 2 "SUP Rejection" 2>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Invitation" 1 "SUP Yara Blacked" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stop her from doing it">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yara it's not worth it.<</s>> I told my partner then, putting my hand on hers at the door, looking deep in her eyes. <<s Author>>We'll find another university and another way. It's not worth it.<</s>> I further pushed, moving closer to her. Her eyes showed her clear hesitation, how she wanted to do this because she felt she had to, how she was afraid to go through with it. <<s Yara>>Are you sure?<</s>> She asked me then. I smiled sweetly at her. <<s Author>>Certain, darling.<</s>> I said back to her with deep emotion. Her hand moved away, caught in mine, as we walked away from that dreadful door and the evil man that was behind it. We might not have a university to go to just yet, but this would not break us, or our trust in one another. <<link "Move along." "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<link "Go in to convince him." "SUP Application Hudson Samuel">><</link>><<dark "*" "I might get caught">> <<link "It's not worth it, move along." "School">><</link>> <<elseif $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship")>><<link "Go in to convince him." "SUP Application Hudson Eric">><<pickup $friendsevents "Cheated with Hudson" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><</link>> <<link "It's not worth it, move along." "School">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Rejection Alone")>>My mind was yet to wrap around the fact that I'd failed the first time, going in on my own. I had no chance wanting to try it again. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<else>><<if $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "Ask Bekham to help me this time" "SUP Application Bekham">><</link>><<else>><<link "Go in to convince him." "SUP Application Hudson">><</link>><</if>> <<link "It's not worth it, move along." "School">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-flashing.jpg">> Boobs on display, <<light Yara>> didn't hesitate to show herself off to the black man in front of her, eager to be showing him exactly how far she was willing to go for his acceptance. Whether she was doing this for herself of for me was unknown. All I knew is that it was happening, and that she was doing it, allowing herself to show a side that she'd wanted to deny for a while now. <<vid "classes/sup-stuff/yara-submission.mp4">> She prostrated herself in front of the dominant man, wanting to show him the subservience that she thought he deserved, wanting to admit his dominance over her, and he'd eagerly accept that from her. A beautiful sight, one that could only be topped by what came next. <<pichalf "classes/sup-stuff/yara-bbc-bj.jpg">> Lips wrapped around the heavy black cock that she was to serve, <<light Yara>> looked up at the dominant black man. Here was my lover, now sleeping and playing with another while I watched like a pervert, blowing him off like her life depended on it. <<s Hudson>>Are you sure you're with that other girl? You look like you've been craving this for a while now.<</s>> Something about the man's statement felt too true to be ignored. She did look more than eager to be playing that game with him. <<s Hudson>>On your back. White whores like you are only good for one thing, and you know what it is.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-spread.jpg">> I looked on as my partner eagerly followed the orders given to her, getting in position as he wrapped his hand around her neck in such dominant possessiveness that it turned me on to see beyond words. I was watching my partner's true natrue being unfolded in front of the both of us, and it was a beauty to see. <<light Yara>> belonged there, ready to be impaled on the cock that swam with her saliva and his precum, already wet in anticipation. She looked so fucking hot, I realized, as I lowered my fingers to my own folds. <<s Hudson>>Beg for it, slut.<</s>> She had no hesitation left. She needed it, and it didn't matter what she'd have to do to get it. <<s Yara>>Please, please sir. Give me your cock. Fuck me into submission. Fuck that stupid lesbian like the good white slut she is.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-insertion.jpg">> Her silence came two-fold, from the choking hand that showed her just how much power he held over her, and the inserting penis that would finally bring her a satisfaction that she'd long been deprived because of her stupid dykey choices. And her mouth opened wide in appreciation, in acceptance, in naughty abandon to the pleasures that she was receiving at the end of the pistoning BBC. She took a deep breath every time the man relented on her neck, the sight of dominance truly beautiful to my eyes, seeing what was once a haughty white girl finally be put in her place. I'd helped make that happen. To my own partner of all people... It felt right. Right in her place, right in her lane. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-creampie.jpg">> The most beautiful my partner had been was now. Not because she'd made a sacrifice to get us invitations to the SUP, but because of the creampie she'd received. It felt right to see her like that, and I could clearly see a future for us together now. A true future. //Beautiful, blacked future.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Back in class">><<pic Hudson>><</pic>> <<s Hudson>>You're back here. Insufferable.<</s>> He wasn't as kind with his words as the first time I had made it in the room with him. And that was saying something, since he wasn't any good the first time I came in either. <<s Hudson>>What makes you believe your insubordination is something that I'd actually find enticing to have in my university?<</s>> He was firm in his words. <<s Author>>I need to try this. I need to do whatever it takes to convince you that the relationship that you saw just now is not representative of my character or my potential.<</s>> I explained, speaking quickly not to get interrupted. <<s Author>>I have high grades, am at the top of my class, and have recently been involved in multiple clubs to round out my portfolio. Yet you insist on judging me from one interaction you've seen with one other person, one of the few options I had. Is that really fair?<</s>> <<light Hudson>>'s eyes pierced mine. My words were heartfelt, yet it seemed the looming figure in front of me lacked a heart. <<s Hudson>>Life isn't fair, young miss. These are all beautiful things you are saying, but your character is lacking. You are yet to show me that you have what it takes to truly find your place in tomorrow's world, let alone my university.<</s>> He was intense, and I was feeling the intensity of the moment. There are a few times where a person's life is defined. A few moments where they have to put everything on the line to get what they want. And I was at such a moment now, facing a dilemma, facing a heavy choice, afraid of the repercussions to my relationship but unwilling to show it in the moment... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "I am a strong, independant woman, who'll get what she needs.">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no way that this person truly believed he could walk through this life unchallenged. That he'd step aside and let people live their lives. With this kind of character, either you take matters in your own hand and prove them wrong, or you're a subkissive little bitch who gets stepped on. <<s Author>>I will not stand idly by while a man like you tells me what I am or am not. I am independant, powerful. I already live alone, and care for myself in every aspect of my life. I work and make my own money, I attend high school, and I maintain high grades. All of that, not for someone like you who's gotten used to getting everything he wants mostly because he's a man, to decide what I can or cannot be.<</s>> I was getting agitated, speaking from the heart truthfully and forcefully, <<s Author>>I have my place in tomorrow's world. Not as a follower who'll be forgotten by the annals of history, but as a leader who'll have people working for her, who'll show others what they are missing from life, who'll control her own narrative and others'.<</s>> My words carried weight, the weight of the past couple of months of hardship and work. <<s Author>>And if you decide to aid me in my journey, you'll have an alumni of your university that changed the landscape of the world. If not, you'll regret it in the long run, I am sure of it.<</s>> He looked me in the eyes, multiple calculations coursing through his head as he weighed the pros and cons of this decision, as he decided on my character and if he believed what he heard. I knew I believed it in every fibre of my being. The man seemed to take a decision, turning towards his desk and writing something on a piece of paper. <<s Hudson>>You have oddly enough shown me that you have a particular set of skills that we help nurture at our university. Whether I like it or not, university policy requires me to give you a spot with us.<</s>> He was reluctant, but I still received what I needed out of him, and that was the acceptance he held in his hand and was bringing to me. I put my hand out, and he pulled his back, his eyes boring into my soul. <<s Hudson>>My eye's on you, girl. You better not mess this up.<</s>> He commented, before deciding to place the paper in my hand. I had made it. Through the strength of my character and my staunch belief that I was doing the right thing, I had made it through and received that beautiful paper. //The future awaits!// <<s Author>>You're on the right side of history, sir. The books will mention the day you helped me in my journey.<</s>> I commented, wanting to have the last word, before heading out. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am a strong, independant woman, who'll get what she needs." "Not dominant enough (40)">><</if>> <<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "I am willing to do anything to prove that I belong at his university. Anything.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Cheated with Hudson" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was at the end of my well, and I needed to pull all the stops to convince the looming guy in front of me that I was worth this opportunity. Whatever it took. <<s Author>>Please. I don't know what else to do. I'm at the end of my line here.<</s>> I was pleading with him, there was no way that I could convince him otherwise. <<s Hudson>>I get the way you feel, but I don't think I am the person who will resolve your issue.<</s>> He was heartless. I begged more. <<s Author>>I beg you. I will do whatever it took to get accepted in your uni.<</s>> I softened my stance. <<s Author>>Whatever you want me to.<</s>> My eyes, holding back tears, were trying to convey something, anything, to the person in front of me. <<s Hudson>>Many young white girls before you have made the same claim. And many have not been up to it. If you're the nerd you claim to be, you definitely are not ready to back up your claim.<</s>> He stated matter of factly. I decided to double down on this position, which seemed to ellicit a reaction from him. Whether positive or negative was yet to see. <<s Author>>Desperate times call for desperate measures. And I've ben going through desperate times. I am pretty sure I have what it takes to hold up to my word.<</s>> I announced, staring at him with confidence. <<s Hudson>>Is that so?<</s>> The challenge was issued, and I knew the naughty repercussions behind this statement. I also knew I was ready for them, and part of me, a sick twisted, corrupted part, actually wanted to play that game. <<s Author>>I am willing, eager, and want it all.<</s>> I proclaimed with confidence. <<s Hudson>>Take off your clothes.<</s>> He challenged me immediately, and my naughty mind couldn't argue with that challenge, I wanted to see it through. One by one, my clothes followed one another to the floor as he went to lock the door on us. There I was finally, naked and trapped with him, vulnerable to his advances. <<s Hudson>>Bend over, show me what that pussy of yours looks like, you fucking whore.<</s>> The words he used were so wrong, he viewed me as such a lesser being, he was completely heartless. And I agreed with it, feeling like a whore. I followed his command, lying on the desk to expose myself, and barely hearing his breath behind me. <<s Author>>Like this?<</s>> I was getting worried when I didn't hear anything from him, a silent man that was in deep complentation of the naked whore in front of him. <<s Hudson>>You people are so easy. So eager.<</s>> In my vulnerable state, I felt his words stronger than ever. I felt the heat rise in my and my lips wetten, my body's natural reaction to its submission to a dominant black man. And I heard his clothes drop and touch the floor. <<s Hudson>>On your back on the desk. Spread yourself.<</s>> He called out. I clammered to answer his request, placing myself like a bitch in heat in position, opening myself up and eagerly anticipating what was to come. In this position, I got a good look of the dominant man approaching me. And he was looming, a threatening presence with a big cock that was hardening more and more at the imagery in front of him. And I guess it was having its effect on me, as I got wetter at the vision myself, my eyes devouring his beautiful body. <<s Hudson>>Like what you see?<</s>> He was not the best looking man out there, but he was black, authoritative, and strong in character. And that was enough for me to turn into a mindless whore for him. <<s Author>>I love it. I need you.<</s>> I announced passionately. He jumped to the occasion, his cock lining up with my pussy, hand attacking my neck to hold me in place. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-spread.jpg">> A small submissive whimper escaped me, surprised out of me as I anticipated his next move. The next move was a slow, gradual, naughty invasion of my vagina. A studied insertion that spread me up and opened me to accept him more. And I moaned out as that happened, showing him my submissiveness, his dominance and control. And controlling he indeed was. I had given myself to a man simply because he had power, simply because I was not good for anything else. And he had taken it wholeheartedly, invading my submissive body and pushing me beyond my limits. I had no limits at that time. I had a heat that needed to be quenched, and he was filling up that need. <<s Hudson>>Absolutely disgusting. Disgraceful.<</s>> His words slowly started making their way back to my ears, as his hand tightened around my throat. <<s Hudson>>You're such a whore giving yourself away to me like that.<</s>> He stated while keeping the pressure on my pussy, drilling as he went in and out. I could only moan in agreement. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-insertion.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>You're good for nothing, yet you want a place with us. Fucking whore.<</s>> There was anger in his tone, disdain in his voice, and yet I wouldn't have liked it to be any other way. I moaned out at every insult he hurled towards me, accepting it entirely and without remorse. <<s Hudson>>You'll make it to our university, maybe, if a whore like you can afford it.<</s>> He said, lending me back some hope as he tightened his grip around my neck, my breathing becoming more challenging, controlling the pace of my breathing with his expert handling. <<s Hudson>>But you'll quickly grow to be the campus whore. I'll make sure of it.<</s>> Whether that was a threat or a promise mettered not to me. I had received the news that I was going to be accepted in his university. The fact that I'd get a new black cock to fuck on the daily was a welcome bonus. <<s Hudson>>Here's your first lesson in your university journey.<</s>> He stated as he quickened his pace.<<s Hudson>> White whores should always end sex with creampies. Breed black.<</s>> As he said that, he accelerated his speed and kept his intense drilling, his cock pistoning in my hole as his hand held me in place by my neck. And as I felt the rush of sperm invade my pussy, I also felt myself cumming, the feelings of this beautiful orgasm intensifying by the breaths I couldn't take, coming in waves with each breath I took in with a fight. Invaded, out of breath, and completely drenched in sweat, filled with sperm like a good white whore, I tried to make my way back up to my feet as he moved back to watch his fine work. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-creampie.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>Maybe I'll make you my personal whore once you make it to Sweden.<</s>> He mused as he looked at his cum slowly escaping my reddened lips. I moaned out at that statement, nothing feeling more attractive as what he just suggested. <<s Hudson>>Come on slut. Get dressed.<</s>> He made his command, jolting me to activity, still sore all over, my breathing ragged as I tried to recover from his play. He was definitely an expert with his manipulations of my body, his control of his breath play undeniable. This brought a beautiful wave of naughtiness through me as I contemplated what that meant about him, as I tried to dress myself up as fast as I could. He was an expert in all of it, quickly having put his clothes on and writing my name on my acceptance letter. <<s Hudson>>Good job, slut.<</s>> He praised me, <<s Hudson>>Remember, all you white bitches are good for is being cum receptacles to black men like me. Understood?<</s>> I smiled at him, horniness and waves of emotions clouding any logic in my mind. <<s Author>>Lesson learned, sir.<</s>> With his cum flowing through me and soaking my panties, I grabbed the paper he presented me, accepted in his university, before heading out. I had cheated on my partner, I had the proof of it, and I was walking away... //What have I done?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "I'd be cheating on my partner">><<else>><<dark "I am willing to do anything to prove that I belong at his university. Anything." "Not corrupted enough (200)">><</if>> <<link "I truly don't know what I bring to the table.">><<replace "#choices">>I looked at him dumbfounded, trying to come up with something to resolve this issue, this complication in front of me. Trying to find a solution to this end. And I felt like it was an end. I had nothing. I felt at the bottom of my well. <<s Hudson>>As before, as always. I know people, I know how to read them. and you don't have what it takes. And that's okay. Maybe one our your country's lesser universitites has a place for a lesser being like you. Mine doesn't.<</s>> There was no filter left to the words he was saying. He was saying them, whether they hurt me or not. <<s Hudson>>Don't get me wrong. I need to be very clear with you. You are not worthy.<</s>> His stare was intense, hitting me to my core, breaking something in me. //I am not worthy.// Even as he left the classroom and I stood inside all alone, I was not able to correctly deal with the repercussions of his words. I remained there, playing them again and again in my head. //I am not worthy.// I will never have what it takes to make it through this whole ordeal. I was a failure. A complete and absolute failure whose future is doomed. Doomed to fail. Something in me broke. //Maybe my future isn't in education after all... Maybe it is elsewhere?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Samuel>><</pic>> The surprise I felt seeing that man here was all-encompassing. I'd wanted to go back in to meet with the professor, to buy my way back into his university with whatever it would take. And yet here I was, face to face with my partner. <<light Samuel>> was not stupid either, realizing what I'd wanted to do. <<s Samuel>>You go in, we're done.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>It's my future.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>So are we.<</s>> I knew what that meant, and I knew the repercussions of it all. He'd leave, but <<light Eric>> would stay. He was my cuck after all, and I'd already convinced him with that relationship. <<s Samuel>>You either trust me, or you don't. What will it be?<</s>> Was I willing to let <<light Samuel>> go for the chance of getting in that university? Was this truly the end of the line for our relationship? <div id='choices'><<link "I'm going in.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Cheated with Hudson" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<set $relationship to "EricExclusive">><<pickup $thoughts "Samuel Breakup" 1>><<less "Samuel" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry, Samuel. I have to go in.<</s>> I said to him then, knowing the price for it. <<s Samuel>>I see.<</s>> Just like that, a relationship was over. <<light Eric>> would stay around, at least I had that consolation. <<link "Go in" "SUP Application Hudson Eric">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I was stupid to even consider it">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me.<</s>> I said. <<light Samuel>> did not keep his distance, moving closer for a hug. <<s Samuel>>I know, <<print $name>>... But we'll get through it together, all three of us.<</s>> I had to admit, it felt nice to be held by him, more comfortable than whetever future that university had to offer. I melted into his touch, wanting to hold on to the security it brought. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<s Hudson>>I was wondering whether or not you'd come back.<</s>> The man said as he saw me walk in, finally acknowledging the past we had. <<s Author>>I wanted to play the long game, that's all.<</s>> I was quick to reply, making sure I didn't show any weakness, though my real reason for being here was yet to be seen. <<s Hudson>>So. Bekham has changed since your visit during the break.<</s>> The man announced, the reason behind that change apparent to me. I had shared valuable information with the professor about this principal, and it must have gotten to his head. Now, things were evolving with every word being said. I needed to watch out. <<s Hudson>>And here I thought high-schoolers were supposed to be innocent, until I get my hands on them.<</s>> He mused. <<s Author>>Your university is just a scheme.<</s>> I concluded. <<s Hudson>>It might be, but it gives away degrees. See it through and you're rewarded.<</s>> He was too confident in what his university brings to the table. <<s Hudson>>Then again, people stop caring about that after the first year, realizing things about themselves they didn't know were there.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not here for all this. What's the deal with Bekham?<</s>> I was getting frustrated with his off-topic, nonsensical musing. The man could not entirely conceal the smile that cracked across his lips. <<s Hudson>>You've tipped your hand.<</s>> He said, <<s Hudson>>Looking into the man you're supposed to be helping. The man you already did share information with.<</s>> He was right, I had given him some sort of information. But I knew what that information meant. <<s Author>>That means you have a person on the inside.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Could be valuable to you if you play your cards right.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>You do know that I basically gave you the invitation to my university on a silver platter, and can easily revoke it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't understand what power play you think you're engaged in, but my willingness to help can also be revoked.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Okay.<</s>> The man was taking a step back from his aggressive position. If he wanted to get through to me, he would want to make sure that I was thoroughly satisfied. <<s Hudson>>I need information on Bekham. His true end goal.<</s>> He said, <<s Hudson>>I have enemies to fight back at home, and I want to know if he's an ally to be trusted.<</s>> Intriguing. <<s Author>>If I do this for you, proof and all, what do I get?<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Smooth sailing at my university. You won't have to worry about a single thing for the whole of your program.<</s>> He promised. I could feel myself relax a bit. <<s Hudson>>ONLY IF!<</s>> He warned, <<s Hudson>>You figure out what Bekham is after.<</s>> Seemed like I had a plan. Yes, I was already accepted at the university, but now, I had an additional goal to address. With it, I might discover what really happens behind closed doors, and solidify my future once and for all. <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>I'll give you my personal number. Don't abuse it.<</s>> The man was eager to find closure on this matter, and I would be his weapon. What I'd do about that information was up to me, though. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<if $leocharacter is "masculine">>I approached my friend, and noticed the flyer he held in his hand. It was the SUP's flyer, plain as day. <<s Author>>Are we considering that university?<</s>> I asked him, getting close. <<s Leo>>I don't know. It does seem like the university for me... And you heard the guy, I already look Swedish.<</s>> He said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Sure you do.<</s>> I thought of the implications of that university on <<light Leo>>'s character. While he'd be far away from home, this would be a great opportunity for him to further discover himself in an environment that wasn't all too familiar. He'd recently been more experimental in his gender expression, sure, but I felt like the values of the university wouldn't fit with his character the way he has grown... Though I wasn't sure entirely what it intended to teach him. I honestly didn't know if he was ready to face this whole experience on his own like that, and the fact that the application required a partner to share the load with was another aspect that was worrying. <div id='choices'><<link "Don't you think it's dangerous to go there?">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Leo Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Don't you feel that it'd be quite dangerous to go all the way to another country in the world for such a thing at such a young age? Maybe it's better to pass this one out... And what about money?<</s>> Counting out the difficulties of the endavor he was considering, I eventually was able to persuade him against trying to go for that university. He had better luck elsewhere. I knew I wouldn't need to worry about that in the future, my influence on my friend clear as always. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You'd fit right in, I'm sure.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no doubt that <<light Leo>> needed this kind of international experience, that this was the place for him. <<s Author>>This is a great opportunity that you cannot let pass you! Imagine all the people you'd meet, how open-minded they'd be, how progressive!<</s>> I was excited for him, and myself later, <<s Author>>Plus you're one of the most open and welcoming individuals I know!<</s>> I sang the place's praises as I did his, imagining a better life for my friend and trying to convince him of it. <<s Leo>>You have a point, but I don't know how to go about applying to it in the first place.<</s>> He admitted to me. <div id='choices2'><<if $springbreak.has("Leo1 Julio")>><<link "With your partner Julio, obviously!">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Oh come on Leo, you already have a partner!<</s>> I said to him enthusiastically. <<s Leo>>Wait what? Julio and I are not official.<</s>> He replied. I laughed at the situation, <<s Author>>Well if you figured out who it was I was talking about, then I think it's clear that there's something to use there.<</s>> I explained my point of view. His blush was cute to see. <<s Leo>>You think so?<</s>> <<s Author>>I know so, darling.<</s>> I encouraged him. <<s Leo>>I'll talk to him, a "gay" couple applying to a progressive university is a surefire way for both of us to get this.<</s>> He admitted. I already looked forward to seeing the outcome of this coupling following the applications session... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Have you tried talking to Julio?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>There was only one person for the job, someone who'd be able to help my friend get the best out of this whole thing and prop him up for success. <<s Author>>There's no doubt who you need to talk to!<</s>> I said, solution in mind. <<s Leo>>And who is that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Julio obviously!<</s>> I said, nudging my friend to shake him into attention. <<s Leo>>Wait, you think that's a right move?<</s>> <<s Author>>A "gay" couple applying for a progressive university! What better can you hope for?<</s>> I was confident that this was the right move. <<light Leo>> remained thoughtful. Hopefully he'll take my advice and see that there's some real potential there, even if he hadn't been open to it during Spring Break... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $relationship is "none" and $class.count("SUP Yara Me") is 0>><<link "I could go there with you">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I don't have a partner, and you don't.<</s>> I laid it out for him, <<s Author>>Why don't we go together?<</s>> It was a sound strategy, and one that <<light Leo>> was buying into. <<s Leo>>That's actually a nice idea. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them.<</s>> He was accepting the momentary deception in service of the greater outcome. I smiled, knowing that I now had a partner in crime when the applications came. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Open Relationship")>><<link "Why don't you join Eric and I?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm in an open relationship, and you're missing a partner...<</s>> I laid it out for him, <<s Author>>Why don't you join Eric and I?<</s>> It was a sound strategy, and one that <<light Leo>> was surprised with. <<s Leo>>You're in an open relationship?<</s>> He asked, before ruminating on it a bit more, <<s Leo>>That actually makes sense.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Though I never figured that Eric would be bi.<</s>> He added. <<s Author>>He's not, but you'd both be with me, not with each other.<</s>> My explanation received even more appreciation from him: <<s Leo>>That's actually a nice idea. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them.<</s>> He was accepting the momentary deception in service of the greater outcome. <<s Author>>I'll make sure that my boyfriend is on board with it.<</s>> I promised, excited about the prospect of opening up the relationship in that way, and so quickly. I now had another partner in crime when the applications came, and that I was showing more creativity in the applications... //I hope.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "I could go there with you">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>While I had a partner, I felt compelled to offer <<light Leo>> my help somehow. Not any partner, either, as the thought of <<light Bekham>> organizing this entire exchange made me certain that he'd know about this coupling. And yet I still suggested it, not quite knowing why I'd want to push that button with my partner, or maybe in the hopes of some sort of reaction from him... <<s Author>>Maybe you'd like to join me in the application?<</s>> I offered. <<s Leo>>Oh yeah we're both single. What's wrong with a white lie?<</s>> He seemed to agree with my statement. Not wanting to expose the wrong relationship I was having with my professor, I decided to let the comment pass. What's wrong with a white lie indeed. <<s Author>>It's settled then, we're going to apply together.<</s>> I said to him. Yet I still worried of what reaction would come from my dominant secret partner... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "That might not sit well with Bekham">><<else>><<dark "I could go there with you" "I already have a partner">><</if>> <<link "Try to go at it alone?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Alone" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I honestly think the best option is for you to try to do this alone.<</s>> I suggested, not quite capable of offering personalized help to my friend, feeling like I might be letting him down. His solemn nod was heavy to watch, as I looked at his thoughtful expression. //Would he be able to prove himself outside of the requirements of the university?// I figured I'd only have that answer after the applications, unfortunately. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>I approached my friend, and noticed the flyer she held in her hand. It was the SUP's flyer, plain as day. <<s Author>>Are we considering that university?<</s>> I asked her, getting close. <<s Leo>>I don't know. It does seem like the university for me... And you heard the guy, I already look Swedish.<</s>> She said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Sure you do, and feminine enough to boot!<</s>> I thought of the implications of that university on <<light Ella>>'s character. While she'd be far away from home, this would be a great opportunity for her to fully embrace her femininity and unique gender identity, discovering herself in an environment that wasn't all too familiar. She'd recently discovered the joys of womanhood, and I knew that the university's values - from what I'd seen - would fit her growth and path. So while I didn't know if she was ready to face this whole experience on her own like that, the fact that the application required a partner to share the load with was an exciting aspect. <div id='choices'><<link "Don't you think it's dangerous to go there?">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Leo Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Don't you feel that it'd be quite dangerous to go all the way to another country in the world for such a thing at such a young age? Maybe it's better to pass this one out... And what about money?<</s>> Counting out the difficulties of the endavor she was considering, I eventually was able to persuade her against trying to go for that university. She had better luck elsewhere. I knew I wouldn't need to worry about that in the future, my influence on my friend clear as always. Even if this was not the perfect approach to raise her spirits about her self-image, I knew that this decision would keep her safer on the long run. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You'd fit right in, I'm sure.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no doubt that <<light Ella>> needed this kind of international experience, that this was surely the place for her. <<s Author>>This is a great opportunity that you cannot let pass you! Imagine all the people you'd meet, how open-minded they'd be, how progressive!<</s>> I was excited for her, and myself later, <<s Author>>Plus you're one of the most open and welcoming individuals I know!<</s>> I sang the place's praises as I did hers, imagining a better life for my friend and trying to convince her of it. <<s Leo>>You have a point, but I don't know how to go about applying to it in the first place.<</s>> She admitted to me. And this give me room for thought. What strategy could she follow to get that desired position at the university, with the scholarships that they promised? <div id='choices2'><<if $springbreak.has("EvaEllaCouple")>><<link "With your partner Eva, obviously!">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You're part of a lesbian couple, dear! Of course that's the place for you!<</s>> I continued with why she'd choose the SUP, <<s Author>>And if you guys go there with that in mind, I'm sure you'll receive the spot in the university!<</s>> <<light Ella>> seemed to buy into that strategy, knowing that she truly had what it took to get her place at the university. And I'd see both of my friends succeed in their quest there, I hoped. //Maybe I'll check on <<light Ella>> once the applications phase is over.// I thought to myself as I said goodbye to my close friend. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<if $springbreak.has("EvaYaraCouple")>><<dark "Locked Option" "Eva and Yara are in a relationship - she's not available">><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<link "Maybe you can join Eva and I?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I know Eva and I are exclusive at the moment, and that you might feel left out at times, but maybe you'd be interested in joining us two for the applications?<</s>> I suggested to her then, the idea suddenly poppin gin my mind and not at all planned. <<light Ella>> was stunned by my suggestion. <<s Ella>>Are you sure I have a place in it?<</s>> She asked, <<s Ella>>I don't think Eva sees me that way...<</s>> <<s Author>>Ella you're so fucking feminine any lesbo would want to be with you, but I do need to talk about this with her first.<</s>> I wanted my friend to see just how much she'd been through, I wanted her to believe she was worthy of that kind of sapphic attention. <<s Author>>You'll be with us, at least for the applications.<</s>> I further emphasized. Her blush told me that she was shyly accepting the authority I was showing, a part of her appreciative of the approach. <<light Ella>> would definitely fit with <<light Eva>> and I. I just needed to make sure that my loving nerd was fine with it. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<link "Maybe you can join my trio?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Harem" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Honestly, our relationship, Yara, Eva, and I, is a bit more layered than it seems.<</s>> I laid out to her, <<s Author>>And I think, with how you look and are acting and interacting with people, that you'd be a nice fit in it.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was stunned by my suggestion. <<s Ella>>Are you sure I have a place in it?<</s>> She asked, <<s Ella>>I don't think they'd see me as-<</s>> <<s Author>>Ella you're so fucking feminine any lesbo would want to be with you, and I'll prove that to you come the applications.<</s>> I wouldn't take no for an answer. <<s Author>>You'll be with us, and I'll make sure everyone's on the same page regarding that.<</s>> I further emphasized. Her blush told me that she was shyly accepting the authority I was showing, a part of her appreciative of the approach. <<light Ella>> would definitely make a fine addition to the harem. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $evacharacter is "Submissive" or $evacharacter is "Romantic">><<link "Have you tried talking to Eva?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Why don't you talk to Eva about it?<</s>> I suggested to my feminine friend, the topic of our earlier times together coming back up in my mind. <<s Author>>I'm sure she'd appreciate the thought of it even.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was giving my recommendation some serious thought as she nodded her head. <<s Ella>>That actually sounds like a good idea.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Plus you two fit together so well, it's a surprise you haven't thought of it yet!<</s>> I was pushing her even further. <<light Ella>> now convinced, I made sure to keep in mind to check up on them after the applications are over, to see how they did. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Eva's not in the right spot for this">><</if>> <<if $relationship is "none" and $class.count("SUP Yara Me") is 0>><<link "I could go there with you">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I don't have a partner, and you don't.<</s>> I laid it out for her, <<s Author>>Why don't we go together?<</s>> It was a sound strategy, and one that <<light Ella>> was buying into. <<s Ella>>That's actually a nice idea. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them.<</s>> She was accepting the momentary deception in service of the greater outcome. I smiled, knowing that I now had a partner in crime when the applications came. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Open Relationship")>><<link "Why don't you join Eric and I?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm in an open relationship, and you're missing a partner...<</s>> I laid it out for her, <<s Author>>Why don't you join Eric and I?<</s>> It was a sound strategy, and one that <<light Ella>> was surprised with. <<s Ella>>You're in an open relationship?<</s>> She asked, before ruminating on it a bit more, <<s Ella>>That actually makes sense.<</s>> Her admission came with even more appreciation: <<s Ella>>That's actually a nice idea. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them.<</s>> She was accepting the momentary deception in service of the greater outcome. <<s Author>>I'll make sure that my boyfriend is on board with it. Be well dressed for it though!<</s>> I looked to inspire her. I smiled, knowing that I had another partner in crime when the applications came, and that I was showing more creativity in the applications... //I hope.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "I could go there with you">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>While I had a partner, I felt compelled to offer <<light Ella>> my help somehow. Not any partner, either, as the thought of <<light Bekham>> organizing this entire exchange made me certain that he'd know about this coupling. And yet I still suggested it, not quite knowing why I'd want to push that button with my partner, or maybe in the hopes of some sort of reaction from him... <<s Author>>Maybe you'd like to join me in the application?<</s>> I offered. <<s Ella>>Oh yeah we're both single. What's wrong with a white lie?<</s>> She seemed to agree with my statement. Not wanting to expose the wrong relationship I was having with my professor, I decided to let the comment pass. <<s Author>>It's settled then, we're going to apply together.<</s>> I said to her. Yet I still worried of what reaction would come from my dominant secret partner... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "That might not sit well with Bekham">><<else>><<dark "I could go there with you" "I already have a partner">><</if>> <<link "Try to go at it alone?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Alone" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I honestly think the best option is for you to try to do this alone.<</s>> I suggested, not quite capable of offering personalized help to my friend, feeling like I might be letting her down. Her solemn nod was heavy to watch, as I looked at her thoughtful expression. //Would she be able to prove herself outside of the requirements of the university?// I figured I'd only have that answer after the applications, unfortunately. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>I approached my friend, and noticed the flyer they held in their hand. It was the SUP's flyer, plain as day. <<s Author>>Are we considering that university?<</s>> I asked them, getting close. <<s Leo>>I don't know. It does seem like the university for me... And you heard the guy, I already look Swedish.<</s>> They said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Sure you do, and genderless enough to boot!<</s>> I thought of the implications of that university on <<light Alex>>'s character. While they'd be far away from home, this would be a great opportunity for them to fully embrace their unique gender identity, discovering themselves in an environment that wasn't all too familiar. They'd recently embraced a more nuanced expression of gender and belonging, and I knew that the university's values - from what I'd seen - would fit their growth and path. So while I didn't know if they were ready to face this whole experience on their own like that (when are we ever ready?), the fact that the application required a partner to share the load with was an exciting aspect. <div id='choices'><<link "Don't you think it's dangerous to go there?">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Leo Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Don't you feel that it'd be quite dangerous to go all the way to another country in the world for such a thing at such a young age? Maybe it's better to pass this one out... And what about money?<</s>> Counting out the difficulties of the endavor they were considering, I eventually was able to persuade them against trying to go for that university. They had better luck elsewhere. I knew I wouldn't need to worry about that in the future, my influence on my friend clear as always. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You'd fit right in, I'm sure.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no doubt that <<light Alex>> needed this kind of international experience, that this was the place for them. <<s Author>>This is a great opportunity that you cannot let pass you! Imagine all the people you'd meet, how open-minded they'd be, how progressive!<</s>> I was excited for them, and myself later, <<s Author>>Plus you're one of the most open and welcoming individuals I know!<</s>> I sang the place's praises as I did theirs, imagining a better life for my friend and trying to convince them of it. <<s Author>>Plus, Sweden is one of the few countries that actually acknowledge being Non-Binary in legal documents!<</s>> I added a cherry on top of the proverbial cake. <<s Leo>>You have a point, but I don't know how to go about applying to it in the first place.<</s>> They admitted to me, making a valid point, as I thought of the odd requirement the university had made. Apparently, applications needed to be made in duos, to show the person's character in relation to others.... <div id='choices2'><<link "Have you tried talking to Ellis?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Ellis" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Have you tried talking to Ellis?<</s>> I suggested to them. <<s Author>>Don't get me wrong, its not only because you're both non-binary, but I feel like you've been growing closer ever since spring break.<</s>> I explained. <<s Alex>>That's actually a very valid point, I haven't thought of it.<</s>> Their admission came with a sense of musing as their stare grew distant, <<s Alex>>After all, we've connected so much since then on the layers of gender and how things are not as black and white as society would like for us to think...<</s>> <<s Author>>Okay, come on, I'm not looking for a lesson, leave it to your university classes!<</s>> I quipped. They smiled, accepting to go back to the initial topic, <<s Alex>>I'll talk to them, and I'm sure we'll find ourselves a solution to these applications thing.<</s>> I felt empowered by this development, and excited to discover what this decision would bring as success after the applications. //Guess I'll have to wait to find out!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $relationship is "none" and $class.count("SUP Yara Me") is 0>><<link "I could go there with you">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I don't have a partner, and you don't.<</s>> I laid it out for them, <<s Author>>Why don't we go together?<</s>> It was a sound strategy, and one that <<light Alex>> was buying into. <<s Alex>>That's actually a nice idea. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them.<</s>> They were accepting the momentary deception in service of the greater outcome. I smiled, knowing that I now had a partner in crime when the applications came. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<link "I could go there with you">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>While I had a partner, I felt compelled to offer <<light Alex>> my help somehow. Not any partner, either, as the thought of <<light Bekham>> organizing this entire exchange made me certain that he'd know about this coupling. And yet I still suggested it, not quite knowing why I'd want to push that button with my partner, or maybe in the hopes of some sort of reaction from him... <<s Author>>Maybe you'd like to join me in the application?<</s>> I offered. <<s Leo>>Oh yeah we're both single. What's wrong with a white lie?<</s>> They seemed to agree with my statement. Not wanting to expose the wrong relationship I was having with my professor, I decided to let the comment pass. What's wrong with a white lie indeed. <<s Author>>It's settled then, we're going to apply together.<</s>> I said to them. Yet I still worried of what reaction would come from my dominant secret partner... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "That might not sit well with Bekham">><<else>><<dark "I could go there with you" "I already have a partner">><</if>> <<link "Try to go at it alone?">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Alone" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I honestly think the best option is for you to try to do this alone.<</s>> I suggested, not quite capable of offering personalized help to my friend, feeling like I might be letting them down. Their solemn nod was heavy to watch, as I looked at their thoughtful expression. //Would they be able to prove themselves outside of the requirements of the university?// I figured I'd only have that answer after the applications, unfortunately. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

The poster to the SUP applications in her hand, <<light Yara>> seemed to be deep in thought as I approached her. <<s Author>>Someone's considering a trip to Sweden!<</s>> I observed, as she turned to face me. <<s Yara>>That 2-person stipulation is quite weird, I'm not going to lie.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, I don't know what to make of it.<</s>> I admitted to her then. <<s Yara>>Neither do I.<</s>> A moment of silence remained between us, before I decided to break it. <<s Author>>So what are you going to do about it?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Yara>>Not entirely certain.<</s>> //Now was my time to interject.// I thought to myself as I tried to figure out what to say to her, and how to help her towards a decision. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "We're applying together, obviously!">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara MeRelationship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We're applying together, obviously!<</s>> I excitedly said to my partner. <<s Author>>Nothing's going to stop us from doing so!<</s>> I was quite confident in our relationship, but it seemed like my partner didn't view things from the same lens. <<s Yara>>Are you sure we have what it takes?<</s>> <<s Author>>I am 1000% certain. Let's not take any longer!<</s>> I was excited to get the show on the road. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Harem") and $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<linkreplace "Move along">>I realized in that moment, as I waited in line and <<light Ella>> approached us enthusiastically, that I'd missed out on updating my mistress on something crucial about what awaited us soon. <<s Ella>>Thank you so much for letting me join!<</s>> The beautiful trans woman addressed <<light Yara>>, made up and prepared to make a good impression. <<s Yara>>Sorry?<</s>> My mistress was out of the loop. <<light Ella>> turned towards me. <<s Ella>><<print $name>> said I could join you guys?<</s>> I needed to defend my friend, and I needed <<light Yara>> to take our side. <<s Author>>I figured that this would be a great opportunity to help Ella out.<</s>> I said to my mistress then. <<s Yara>>That's news to me!<</s>> She replied, and I could see <<light Ella>>'s expression turn sour. <<s Ella>>I'm sorry, I thought it would be okay...<</s>> She spoke with hesitation. <<s Yara>>No it's okay, hold on... <<print $name>> can I talk to you aside?<</s>> She asked me then, and I knew I'd probably be in trouble. Leaving <<light Ella>> behind with <<light Eva>>, I joined <<light Yara>> as we stepped aside. <<s Yara>>You invited her before consulting with me.<</s>> She explained, <<s Yara>>You know how bad that is, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>She was in need... And I figured it would be a good chance for you to... play with her?<</s>> I laid out my thoughts. <<light Yara>> was not entirely against the idea, I realized, as the smile grew on her face. <<s Yara>>Shall I count on you to keep her in line?<</s>> She asked me then. <<s Yara>>Something wrong happens, and it's on you?<</s>> I understood the implications then. If I needed this to go through smoothly, I'd be responsible of <<light Ella>>'s actions. I felt like I owed them both the experiencee... <div id='choices2'><<link "Convince Yara to let Ella join">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Harem Accepted" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//Who knows... We might have a new partner in the harem...// I thought to myself as I nodded my head to my mistress. <<s Author>>You can count on me.<</s>> I could see the trust in my mistress' eyes as she agreed with my judgement, accepting my decision as she brought me back to the other two submissives. <<s Yara>>Okay Ella, you're most welcome to join us. But you better follow my lead to the letter, or <<print $name>> will have a really difficult date night ahead.<</s>> My mistress said then, putting all the cards on the table. <<s Ella>>As you say, ma'am.<</s>> My trans friend said. <<s Yara>>It's mistress to you.<</s>> I felt myself dampen before we even walked in, excited for what was to happen next... <<link "Go in" "SUP Application YaraHaremLeo">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I can't put myself on the line like that">><<pickup $class "SUP Leo Harem Rejected" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wanted to say I was confident in <<light Ella>>, but a part of me was not even confident in my ability to handle my own self in this situation. And while I knew that this was a lost opportunity to grow the harem, I still had to respect my limitations and my mistress' judgement. <<s Author>>I don't think I can promise that.<</s>> <<light Yara>> nodded, before bringing me back towards the other two. <<s Yara>>Unfortunately, Ella, we're already pushing it too far by being three girls going in, you'd only complicate things.<</s>> <<s Ella>>Oh no I understand.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was graceful about the situation. <<s Ella>><<print $name>> said otherwise but I know you're in charge.<</s>> Something in me felt bad about this development, and I could see <<light Eva>> equally thoughtful as our friend walked away. <<s Yara>>Now that this is dealt with, let's go in.<</s>> My mistress led us, though my mind still tried to imagine the implications of what happened to my friendship with <<light Ella>>. <<link "Go in" "SUP Application YaraHarem">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Harem") and $relationship is "MeHarem">>My two submissives by my side, I received a small nudge on my shoulder from behind. Turning around, I saw my trans friend, <<light Ella>>, well dressed and ready to prove herself. <<s Author>>Looking good, girl.<</s>> I complimented her. <<s Yara>>What's happening?<</s>> <<light Yara>> was slower than her counterpart. <<s Eva>>Oh my god, Ella's joining us!<</s>> <<light Eva>> siad enthusiastically, hugging the new addition. <<light Yara>> looked at her sceptically, then at me with a questioning look. <<s Author>>Yes, Ella's going to be applying with us. So we better make sure we welcome her correctly.<</s>> I challenged <<light Yara>> by staring at her confidently. No matter how jealous she might be in the moment, she needed to defer to my authority. I'd make sure of it inside, as I'd make sure that <<light Ella>> enjoys the growing harem. Everything was beautifully falling into place. <<link "Go in" "SUP Application MeHaremLeo">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ella to Harem" 1>><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<link "Time to apply" "SUP Application MeHarem">><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<link "Time to apply" "SUP Application YaraHarem">><</link>><<else>><<link "Go in to apply" "SUP Application Yara">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not in a relationship with her">> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<link "Maybe she should apply with Belle">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Belle" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Why don't you apply with Belle?<</s>> I suggested to her, the idea seeming strong in my head. <<s Author>>You've always had good chemistry.<</s>> Her hesitation was clear, but she didn't entirely deny the idea just yet. <<s Yara>>Eva's changed too much since Spring Break.<</s>> She observed, <<s Yara>>I'm not entirely sure I would be able to guide her correctly.<</s>> <<s Author>>You don't have much other option though, do you?<</s>> I pointedly asked her. <<light Yara>> had to admit her limitations in this regards. <<s Yara>>I'll see what can be done. I just hope she'll be able to follow my command.<</s>> She said with clarity. I knew that this would end up bringing interesting results, and already was looking forward to seeing how their application went after the session. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "Eva's character is not right (not bimbo)">><</if>> <<if $springbreak.has("EvaYaraCouple")>><<link "She should apply with her partner, obviously!">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Application" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Are you not partners with Eva now?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Yara>>I know I should be applying with her.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Yara>>I just don't know if I want to go to that university.<</s>> <<s Author>>Having the option available to you is worth the try.<</s>> I shared my point of view, <<s Author>>You can choose whether to take the up on it later, no?<</s>> My argument seemed to be enough to convince my friend, who nodded in agreement. I knew I could check up on her after the applications were over to see how things went. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<if $relationship is "none" and $class.count("SUP Leo Me") is 0>><<link "Why don't we join forces?">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Why dont we join forces?<</s>> I suggested, the idea suddenly crossing my mind. <<s Author>>You're single, I'm single...<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>A white lie wouldn't hurt!<</s>> My friend seemed to be seriously considering it, and I decided to push the point further. <<s Author>>You don't need to accept the university's offer, but it would be nice to have the option available to you, don't you think?<</s>> I asked her pointedly. My argument seemed to be enough to convince my friend, who nodded in agreement. I felt confident in my choice of partner, knowing that we'd do a good job of proving ourselves to these applications. I was already looking forward to it. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "I'm already in a relationship">><</if>> <<link "Maybe she should apply alone, break the rules!">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Application" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You've always been a rebel, Yara.<</s>> I mentioned to her, <<s Author>>I think you should apply alone.<</s>> <<light Yara>> looked like me like I was weird for even suggesting it. <<s Yara>>I don't see how that would help my chances one bit.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Think about it. You go there, and you show them just how independant you are. Just how in control you are of your own destiny.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You are bound to leave a powerful impact then!<</s>> My friend seemed to seriously consider my suggestion. <<s Yara>>I'll give it a thought.<</s>> With that, she moved away, leaving me behind. I felt confident that she'd follow my recommendation, and looked forward to finding out how that turned out for her after the applications. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "She doesn't need to apply">><<pickup $class "SUP Yara Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You don't really need to apply, Yara.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'm not entirely sure that university is even a fit for you.<</s>> <<light Yara>>, still thoughtful, nodded her head in agreement then. <<s Yara>>You're right. I don't need the SUP.<</s>> She said. Just like that, with a couple of words, I realized that I could dissuade my friend from a big decision like that. If I was to be honest, I didn't see any use for her to be applying. It would have only complicated things for her. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/costume-meeting.jpg" "Working on the costumes">> <<set $costumemeeting1 to false>><<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and $costumechoice is 1>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Jasmin>>'s impressive mansion, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. Things were going well, but I couldn't help having my doubts regarding our presentation. <<s Author>>Are you guys sure you know the material?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What does it matter what the material is? We have the costumes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but we have to explain the choices we have made for the costumes.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> shimes in: <<s Jerome>>I'm sure you know presentation is mostly about how you say things, not what you're saying.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure, but what you're saying is important...<</s>> <<s Jerome>> There's no doubt it is. That's why you'll be saying it.<</s>> They both share a complicit look, seeming to agree on something. <<s Jerome>>I have an idea for the presentation, and Jasmin's on board.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh really? What is it?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I believe we should go into the class already in character. Leashes and all.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wouldn't that be too much?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It would really sell the idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Let's try it out for a bit, see if you'll like it.<</s>> He approaches me, holding out the leash we had created, somewhat eager to put the collar on me. I figure I already will be wearing it, why not try it out for size. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/collar.jpg' width='300px'></center> As it clicks around my throat, I feel happy with the material it's made of, The psychological impact cannot be denied either. //It feels... Interesting...// <<light Jerome>>'s hand slides across my face softly, raising my attention to his piercing eyes. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin. Come here.<</s>> His authoritative voice jolts my friend to attention, as she comes by my side, her own collar in hand. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> The way he said this... Something in his tone tells me he's said that before. //And it does sound nice to hear.// Removing his hand from around me, he grabs her collar and places it on her own neck. <<s Jerome>>Kneel<</s>> Almost immediately, <<light Jasmin>> drops to her knees, eager to follow orders. <div id="choices"><<light Jerome>> looks at me in the eyes. Dare I listen to my fake master and follow his orders? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Listen to the master">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I follow suit moments later, eager to see where this game will take us. Something about his command, the way he said it, his authority... <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneeling-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> I was on my knees in front of my colleague, not my elder in any way, but someone who somehow held authority over me. Next to me, <<light Jasmin>> was smiling, happiness apparent in her eyes. <<light Jerome>> walked a few steps away, taking things to the next level it seemed. <<s Jerome>>Crawl over, pets.<</s>> Nothing to lose, I listen to my apparent owner, crawling on all fours and following him as he walks all the way to the couch, sitting down on it in a position of power. <<s Jerome>>Lose the shirts.<</s>> Stunned, I stop for a moment to think of the repercussions of such a thing. <<light Jasmin>> jumps to follow the command, her sweater already halfway off her. <div id="choices2"><<if $open gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Follow orders">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneel-follow-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Following my friend's lead, I hook my fingers underneath my top, removing it and setting it aside, maintaining eye contact with my master. <<s Jerome>>What good slaves you are. I could get used to this...<</s>> I can't help but smile at the praise, something about following orders so well feels good. <<s Jerome>>Think you could take it further?<</s>> I want to nod, but I am unsure what he might ask of me. <<s Jerome>>It's up to you to decide how you want to go about doing this next task. Please me.<</s>> He's addressing me, intent on having me choose my next move. <<light Jasmin>> turns to look at me. <div id="choices3">The choice was mine to make. <<if $bisex gte 3 and $Jasmin gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Kiss Jasmin on the lips">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/jasmin-kiss.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Looking at <<light Jasmin>> next to me, a crazy yet adequate thought crosses my mind. //I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Master's orders.// I lean forward and kiss my friend on the lips. Stunned at first, she's quick to reply to my tongue with hers, and we're left openly kissing at our master's feet. I'm lost in her arms as our lips intertwine with each other's, dancing around beautifully. I move back after a while, softly panting. <<s Jerome>>What good slaves you two will make. Come on now, time to finish our project. I got somewhere I need to be<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Yes sir.<</s>> Up at her feet, <<light Jasmin>> heads towards the table to continue work. <<s Jerome>>You too, slut<</s>> His authority is undeniable as I follow my friend to finish the work for him. //I wish we could do more...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bisex < 3>><<dark "Kiss Jasmin on the lips" "I'm not into girls like that">><<elseif $Jasmin < 10>><<dark "Kiss Jasmin on the lips" "I'm not that close to Jasmin">><</if>> <<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Take off my bottoms">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/sub-kneeling.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>In one swift motion, I decide to remove the rest of my clothes, leaving me only in my underwear. <<light Jerome>> smiles at my action. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> //Something about how he said that just felt... Right.// <<s Jerome>>Now go back to work and finish my project for me while you still have brains. I can't wait to see you corrupted.<</s>> Dismissing me just like that, I'm left confused at why he would end it all of a sudden like that. What kind of games was he playing, and how could I make him stop them? <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take off my bottoms" "I'm not courageous enough (Openness<img src='images/icons/open.png'>lower than 15)">><</if>> <<link "Do nothing">><<replace "#choices3">>Not having any idea what to do, I remain silent and still as a statue. <<light Jerome>> understands that I can't go further tonight. He smiles softly. <<s Jerome>>It's okay, pet. You did well<</s>> I go to put the sweater back on. <<s Jerome>>You can leave the sweater off and the collar on. It's only fair, no?<</s>> Nodding, I leave the collar on as I go to the table to continue working on the project. <<s Jerome>>You too, slave. You look better like this.<</s>> I turn to see him addressing my friend, who smiles up at him. <<s Jasmin>>Yes master. May I please you?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Later, girl. Come on, we have some studying to do.<</s>> //Having this collar on is hot. I wish I was as courageous as <<light Jasmin>> is.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow orders" "Openness<img src='images/icons/open.png'> lower than 10">><</if>> <<link "We've already gone far enough">><<replace "#choices2">>Shaking my head no, I let <<light Jerome>> understand that I can't go further tonight. He smiles softly. <<s Jerome>>It's okay, pet. You did well<</s>> I go to remove the collar from my neck. <<s Jerome>>You can leave the collar. It's only fair, no?<</s>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/self-collar1.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Nodding, I leave the collar on as I go to the table to continue working on the project. <<s Jerome>>And you, keep the sweater off. You look better like this.<</s>> I turn to see him addressing my friend, who smiles up at him. <<s Jasmin>>Yes master.<</s>> //Having this collar on is hot. I wish I was as courageous as <<light Jasmin>> is.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Seems like this is not my game">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Somehow this move of his confirmed something I might have known all along. Not meant to follow orders, I'm confused as to why I decided to dress up as slaves to him in the first place. I guess I didn't know this part of myself before... <<s Author>>I don't need training. I'll do what I feel like doing when we're presenting... Master.<</s>> I spit that last word like venom at him as I remove the collar and head to the table to work on the project. <<s Jerome>>Hey no hard feelings. I'm sure you have your reasons.<</s>> His calm understanding of the situation does nothing to appease me. Slightly infuriated, I scoff and continue concentrating on my work. //How dare he...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and $costumechoice is 2>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Jasmin>>'s impressive mansion, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. Things were going well, but I couldn't help having my doubts regarding our presentation. <<s Author>>Are you guys sure you know the material?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What does it matter what the material is? We have the costumes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but we have to explain the choices we have made for the costumes.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> shimes in: <<s Jerome>>I'm sure you know presentation is mostly about how you say things, not what you're saying.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure, but what you're saying is important...<</s>> <<s Jerome>> There's no doubt it is. That's why you'll be saying it.<</s>> They both share a complicit look, seeming to agree on something. <<s Jerome>>I have an idea for the presentation, and Jasmin's on board.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh really? What is it?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I believe we should go into the class already in character. Both of you at my hand and all.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wouldn't that be too much?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It would really sell the idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Let's try it out for a bit, see if you'll like it.<</s>> I couldn't see how this could hurt, so nod in agreement. <<s Jerome>>From what our research has shown, the pharaohs was the god's presence on earth. His wives, his decoration.<</s>> I was the one who did the research while him and<<light Jasmin>>were off playing their games. <<s Jerome>>Let's put that to the test, shall we?<br>Wife. come here.<</s>> Rushing over, <<light Jasmin>> took her place next to him. They both looked at me. I joined them. <<s Jerome>>It was known that the pharaoh was superior, his wives beneath him. Do you know what we should do?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Kneel next to him">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneeling-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>It feels instinctual. I feel myself kneel in front of him, showing him how I'm inferior to him. Or rather how our characters are. He smiles at me. //He's pleased.// <<s Jerome>>His wives were subservient, accepting of his dominance, his greatness. Jasmin, care to demonstrate?<</s>> My friend, already kneeling next to me, almost recites: <<s Jasmin>>You are superior. Great. Unmatched. Your body is superior to all others. Your skin, black like the night, is the definition of strength. I am your loyal servant, an extension of your black power.<</s>> //Wow.// The way she said these words, the way she was convinced they were truth. Her devotion was impressive.<<light Jerome>>turned to look at me. <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts > 13>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Eloquently praise my husband">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/sub-kneeling.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>I go all in on my own praise, wanting to compete with my friend. <<s Author>>My great husband, apple of my eye and ruler of all beings, accept this humble personnage to gaze upon your beauty and greatness. Your black skin, strong and thick with the muscles of your perfect body, is one that the gods have shaped the stars at the image of. Please accept my devotion, for this is all I am capable of doing.<</s>> Leaving both of my friends speechless as I stay kneeled in front of my superior husband, I am taken by the words I used, feeling deep down this unusual devotion. A while later, I still think of the words I used as we continue work on the project, both wives subservient to our superior husband. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Try to match Jasmin's wording in praise">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I attempt to match what the other wife said in my worship <<s Author>>My.. superior husband. Please accept this... lower wife. I want to worship your body and presence wherever you step. Please allow me to be near you and serve you.<</s>> They are both looking at me, seemingly still waiting for more. <<s Author>>And... Carry your baby? Please?<</s>> The illusion breaks as we laught together at my failed attempt. <<s Jasmin>>One thing's for sure, you either can worship or you can serve, and we know what you can do<</s>> Our laughter carries us back to the table where we continue our studies. //I can't deny that it felt good trying to follow my husband's lead though...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I can't bring myself to praise him like that.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Something inside of me stops me from saying the words they want me to say. <<s Author>>Sorry. I guess that's not my thing.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's alright, not everyone is made for worship. Some are just there to serve.<</s>> //Apparently even in being subservient I am lacking...// Thoughts carry as I continue work on the costumes, creating the finishing touches. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts > 16>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Dress me up as Cleopatra">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well then if that's the case then maybe I'm better off as Cleopatra, empress of the Egyptians and herself leader of nations?<</s>> They're both stunned as my research has come in handy in my retort. <<s Author>>Now enough time lost. The presentation will go well regardless of whatever small act we want to put forward.<</s>> Taking the lead, I help us put the finishing touches on the costumes before calling it a day. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Reply Smartly" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 16">><</if>> </div> <<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and $costumechoice is 3>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Jasmin>>'s impressive mansion, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes, before <<light Jasmin>>, getting off her phone, budges in: <<s Jasmin>>Noone told me that Yara and Eva were going for the 60s as well???<</s>> Making the link, I notice the huge mistake we've gotten ourselves into. <<s Author>>Oh my god! I didn't think of it at all!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What should we do?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We should go back to the original idea. Ancient Egypt. Slaves.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Seriously? Back to this?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We have no other choice.<</s>> I think of <<light Yara>>'s idea. She wanted to turn <<light Eva>> into a harlot, and needed my help. <<if $evacostume is true>>And I was able to convince my friend to follow her orders. It's not an option for us anymore then.<<else>>And I didn't convince my friend of anything. We could steal that idea.<</if>> <div id="choices">Either way, whatever we chose we'll be rushing to create at the last second. <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Let's go with the Ancient Egypt idea.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<set $costumechoice to 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Jasmin is right, we need to go back to the initial idea.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>No way am I dressing as a slave!<</s>> <<s Author>>No, no not at all! It's an idea I had back then. We're the ones who will dress up as your slaves. A flipping of the script.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Oh I see. Well in that case, count me in.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh!! I'm in too! Let's do this!<</s>> Woefully unprepared, I had no idea where this was going to take us. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $evacostume is true>><<dark "Dress up as harlots" "Yara and Eva are already doing that">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Dress up as harlots">><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<set $costumechoice to 10>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yara shared an idea, and I didn't help her convince Eva of it.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well it's a little bit out there, but basically the idea is to dress up as harlots and their pimp. Some sort of a feminist message or something like that.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Well if they're not doing it then that idea is up for grabs. I'm in. Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>We've got nothing to lose, and at least the material is there for us to use, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well, yeah, kinda... We'll try to make it work.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Keep the same idea">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's too late to change course. I say we stick to what we know.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Are you sure that's the best course of action?<</s>> <<s Author>>We don't have a choice.<</s>> Doubling down on our idea, we decided to not change course and stick to what we know. Our costumes might have been similar, but our research would be deeper... //I hope.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva" and $costumechoice is 3>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Eva>>'s beautiful house, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. The mood was a lot of fun as we had decided to put music from the 60s as we worked, dancing along to the music as we stitched our costumes. While <<light Eva>> and I were more interested in actually finishing the work rather than dancing, <<light Yara>> was having more fun, moving around and dancing happily as the music carried her steps. At one point as the music switched to a particularly upbeat tone, she approaches both of us, hoping to bring us along to dance. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Dance with her">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/yara-dance.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Taken by her positive mood, I join her in dancing to the music, as she grabs my hands and moves me around as she likes. The positive vibes and beautiful music help me in getting more and more in the mood, and, <<light Yara>>'s body right against mine, I turn to urge <<light Eva>> to join us. Despite her reluctance, she ultimately joins, although her dancing is obviously not as enthusiastic as ours. We later continue working on the project, intent on creating a beautiful outcome for our presentation. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $athletics gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Impress her with my moves">><<add "Yara" 2>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/yara-dance.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>Beating her at her own game, I jump forward and start busting out moves from that time, dancing circles around her and putting out all the charisma I can muster. I can see her getting clearly impressed as my energy is matched by hers. We slowly dance closer and closer, enjoying the moves and shaking our bodies to the beat. When I grab <<light Eva>>'s hand hoping for her to join us, she is also smiling wide as we enjoy the lovely tunes. //What's the use of this time if we're not having fun with it?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Impress her with my moves" "Athletics<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Dancing can wait. Work needs to be done.">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to join her in her dance, I decide to ignore my friend as I continue my work on my costume, intent on creating something fun and hippie that will actually earn me a grade. Dejected, <<light Yara>> is obviously saddened. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">> Collecting ourselves in <<light Eva>>'s beautiful house, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. The mood was a lot of fun as we had decided to put music from the 60s as we worked, dancing along to the music as we stitched our costumes. <<light Eva>> seemed to get a brilliant idea, as she looks up with mischievousness in her eyes <<s Eva>>It's not really logical to have 2 pimps for 1 harlot, you know...<</s>> <<light Yara>> smiles, apparently waiting for the subject to be brought up. <<s Yara>>That's right. That's why I've been working on <<print $name>>'s costume for her.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wait, what?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh come on, you know it's the logical thing to do! You'll both be my harlots, and I your pimp. It'll be amazing!<</s>> <<s Author>>That's not what I signed up for.<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's okay, $name . It's a feminist message.<</s>> Using my own arguments against me... I didn't really mind wearing the costume that <<light Yara>> was preparing, but I felt like a statement needed to be made... //Although it did look nice... And like less effort...// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Accept the change in costume">><<set $costumechoice to 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> I lowered my eyes, stumped, but also slightly excited at the prospect. <<s Author>>Alright..<</s>> <<s Yara>>What?<</s>> Speaking louder, I repeat myself. <<s Author>>Alright, I'll do it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I am so proud of you, $name . You'll make a good harlot.<</s>> Something about all of this feels so wrong. I look up to see <<light Eva>> smiling at me, as <<light Yara>> approaches. <<s Eva>>Welcome to the team, harlot.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You made the right choice working for me. Now finish your costume like a good girl.<</s>> Nodding, I get to work on both of our costumes. //She truly is a leader...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Suggest Yara wears it">><<if $subdom gte 5>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 11>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have a counter-proposal... How about you wear it, Yara?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you serious? You'd fit much better in these clothes.<</s>> She walks up to me, wanting to size me up. I match her glare. <<s Author>>Come on, you and I both know that you were having fun working on the costume. Don't you want to know what it feels like? Don't you want to wear it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No...<</s>> <<s Author>>Aw come on, you know you do. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's settled then, you will both be my sexy little harlots. Now back to work, we need to be ready for tomorrow.<</s>> Going back to her place, <<light Yara>> got to work on her costume. //I can't believe that actually worked!// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><<else>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have a counter-proposal... How about you wear it, Yara?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you serious? You'd fit much better in these clothes.<</s>> She walks up to me, wanting to size me up. I try to match her glare, but falter, looking at the costume behind her. <<s Yara>>Come on, you and I both know that you're interested in it. Don't you want to know what it feels like? Don't you want to wear it?<</s>> <<s Author>>No...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Aw come on, you know you do. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?<</s>> <<s Author>>No...<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's settled then, you will both be my sexy little harlots. Now back to work, we need to be ready for tomorrow.<</s>> Something about all of this feels so wrong. I look up to see <<light Eva>> smiling at me. <<s Eva>>Welcome to the team, harlot.<</s>> <<light Yara>>gets closer to whisper in my ear: <<s Yara>>You made the right choice working for me. Now finish your costume like a good girl.<</s>> Nodding, I get to work on both of our costumes. //She took control so easily...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</if>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Let's stick to the plan">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No. No. This is wrong. Let's just stick to the plan.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you sure? This would be a lot of fun!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, I'm sure.<</s>> Walking over,<<light Yara>> is visibly angry. <<s Yara>>I thought you were more open than this. Fine, But you're starting over.<</s>> Taking away my costume from in front of me, she leaves me with the skimpy outfit she had been working on. I have to work double-time to finish the costume. //What an insecure bitch.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 5>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. However, at one point while preparing for the event, a small argument took place. <<s Julio>>I should wear the barbarian's costume. I'm the more physically fit one.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That might've been true at the beginning of the month, but right now I'm obviously the superior MAN<</s>> (We tested for Leo's masculinity stats) <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/arm-wrestle.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<if $alphabeta gte 4>><<light Leo>> has truly been on a path of improvement and growth, there was no denying it. Before I can shime in, <<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, looking at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. A month ago things might've been different. But today, <<light Leo>> is the obvious winner. <<s Leo>>It's settled then. I'm wearing the bulky costume.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<light Leo>> has been improving, there was no denying it, but he wasn't quite there yet. Before I can shime in, <<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, looking at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. A month ago things might've been different. But today, <<light Leo>> gives him a run for his money. Ultimately, it's <<light Julio>> that comes out on top. <<s Julio>>Nice fight, kiddo, but I'm wearing the bulky costume.<</s>> I try talking to my friend, calm his nerves, but he retreats out of the room for a while. That must've been a blow... <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta lt 0>><<light Leo>>might think he has been more masculine, but working out a few times doesn't change much in a person. Before I can shime in,<<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, looking at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. <<light Julio>> loses no time in smashing<<light Leo>>'s hand to the table. There was no contest. <<s Julio>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta <= 3>><<light Leo>> was far from being masculine. Our workouts improved his form, but deep down he was an egg ready to crack. Before I can shime in, <<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, <<light Julio>> decides to raise the stakes, confident in his victory. <<s Julio>>Let's make things interesting. We do all the costumes. Whoever loses dresses up as the second-class citizen, $name is the philosopher, and the winner is the bulky gladiator. What do you say, wimp?<</s>> <<light Leo>> twitches at the insult, then turns to me for guidance. <div id="choices">//Do I feel like corrupting my friend, leaving him to dry?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Don't even wrestle">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "Leo" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You don't have to be strong to be a man, Leo. Don't do it.<</s>> I know he'd lose if he even played into <<light Julio>>'s hand, and I wasn't going to allow him to do that. Convinced, <<light Leo>> steps back from the table. <<s Leo>>She's right. I don't care which gladiator clothes I'm wearing. Let's get back to work.<</s>> <<light Julio>>'s stare tells me everything I need to know about his opinion of me. We get back to work. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Let him choose">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<less "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not giving him any sign of what to do, I leave him to choose his own destiny. And he chooses right. Deciding to continue with the wrestling without the additional stakes, they both look at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. <<light Julio>> loses no time in smashing <<light Leo>>'s hand to the table. There was no contest. <<s Julio>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, dejected, seems to take the revelation to heart. //He was never going to win, why fight the inevitable?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Tell him to go all in">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 8>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I believe in you, Leo!<</s>> I lie to him through my teeth, telling him what he needs to hear to make his mistake. And he buys it, hook, line and sinker. I give <<light Julio>> a complicit smile. Taking their seats and situating themselves, they both look at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. Surprisingly, they start at a stalemate, <<light Leo>> fighting with all he has while <<light Julio>> confidently looks at me. <<s Julio>>Remember this, Leo. This is your place in society. Underneath me.<</s>> In less time than it takes to say it, <<light Julio>> smashes <<light Leo>>'s hand to the table. There was never a contest. <<s Julio>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, dejected, seems to take the revelation to heart. We were going to change everything at the last second because of his failure. Good thing <<light Julio>> came prepared. //He was never going to win, why fight the inevitable?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 6>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. There was a problem though. Both <<light Leo>> and I were eyeing a particular philosopher's uniform design that <<light Julio>> had created, and we needed to choose who was going to wear it. <<s Julio>>There is no way I do the same design twice. You both better find how to sort this out.<</s>> <<s Author>>What will it take to convince you?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I really like it. I won't back down.<</s>> <<if $alphabeta lte 0>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/leo-flirting.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Walking up to him, I ask him sweetly. <<s Author>>Come on, please? For me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>What would I get out of it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on Leo... Do it for your friend?<</s>> His knees growing weak, he ultimately accepts that I take the better costume. //What a beta.// <<elseif $alphabeta gt 0 and $smarts gt 16>>An idea comes to mind. <<s Author>>The smarter philosopher is the one that gets the costume, what say you?<</s>> <<light Leo>> agrees, and after a quick debate, I emerge victorious. These classes with Mr. <<light Bekham>> have been paying off! <<else>>Unable to come up with a way to convince my friend of letting go of the costume, I ultimately have to accept that he's the one that's going to be wearing it. //I wish I didn't go with his idea in the first place.// The way <<light Julio>> looks at me, the "I told you so" in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 7>><<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg">> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. The next few hours are spent preparing for the contest, and at the end of it I feel proud of what we have achieved. I couldn't wait for tomorrow's presentations when we get to show our creation. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 8>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. After having finished preparing the costumes and while getting ready for the presentation, I noticed a certain lack that <<light Leo>> had. If we need him to act like a lady he had to learn how to act like one. But I was hesitant on whether or not I wanted to teach him how to make that step. <<light Julio>>'s position on the manner had been clear, and it was obvious what he hoped would happen. Did I want to do his bidding? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Ignore the lack, it's no big deal">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Ignoring <<light Julio>>'s requests, I allow <<light Leo>> to be himself as he is. It's bad enough he has to play such a difficult part, let him adapt it to himself! //Though I would've liked to see him be a bit more in character...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Point out whenever Leo is being too masculine">><<replace "#choices">>Despite <<light Julio>>'s requests, I minimized my comments about <<light Leo>>'s behavior, limiting myself to speak out whenever he did something overtly masculine. What came up with us was something somewhat convincing, despite <<light Julio>> believing we could do more to give life to his creations. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Give him femininity lessons">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/leo-teaching.jpg">>Wanting to push <<light Leo>> to the limit, I followed <<light Julio>>'s lead and started teaching my friend how to embrace his feminine side even more, how to act and move and dress and talk. The outcome was immensely convincing, and I knew that should he truly embrace his femininity, our grade will translate that progress tomorrow. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 9>> <div id="continue">Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. It definitely felt weird dismissing all I believed about the project and our grade in order to embrace this second-class citizen part alongside <<light Leo>>, but I couldn't deny that there was something silently thrilling about embracing this helplessness and trusting someone like that with my grade. It all depended on whether or not me and <<light Leo>> could convincingly act similar, and so <<light Julio>> tasked me with teaching him a bit of feminine manners as he continued sewing the costumes. Did I want to do his bidding? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Ignore the lack, it's no big deal">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Ignoring<<light Julio>>'s requests, I allow <<light Leo>> to be himself as he is. It's bad enough he has to play such a difficult part, let him adapt it to himself! //Though I would've liked to see him be a bit more in character...//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Point out whenever Leo is being too masculine">><<replace "#choices">>Despite <<light Julio>>'s requests, I minimized my comments about <<light Leo>>'s behavior, limiting myself to speak out whenever he did something overtly masculine. What came up with us was something somewhat convincing, despite <<light Julio>> believing we could do more to give life to his creations.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Give him femininity lessons">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/leo-teaching.jpg">> Wanting to push <<light Leo>> to the limit, I followed <<light Julio>>'s lead and started teaching my friend how to embrace his feminine side even more, how to act and move and dress and talk. The outcome was immensely convincing, and I knew that should he truly embrace his femininity, our grade will translate that progress tomorrow.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>Moving on from our preparations, I was approached by an inquiring <<light Julio>>: <<s Julio>>So, how did it go? Think the guy has what it takes?<</s>> <<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<s Author>>Yes. He's well on his way to play the part perfectly for your costume.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's good to hear, good job.<</s>> I smile at his compliment.<<else>><<s Author>>I'm not sure. He's resisting it somehow.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That wasn't what I was hoping to hear.<</s>> I felt sad to be disappointing him.<</if>> <<s Julio>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Author>>What about me?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Are you ready for tomorrow? Do you think you have the character in mind?<</s>> <<s Author>>I think so, yes.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Show me. Kneel to your superior.<</s>> //Did he really want me to kneel for him like this, out of nowhere?// <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Kneel like a good girl">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneeling-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Somehow, it felt natural to listen to his request, as I find myself drop down to my knees like a good girl, looking up at him obediently. He smiles down at me. <<s Julio>>Such a good girl. Too bad for you I'm not into you. But as I said before, you have a place in the new world and it seems you know it.<</s>> I'm baffled by what he's saying, yet the simple fact that I'm kneeling in front of him says much more than any argument I might want to give or come up with. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/sub-kneeling.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<s Julio>>I'm proud of you though. Now get up before Leo comes back slut.<</s>> Listening to his command, I stand back up. //What the fuck is wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Hesitate">><<if $subdom < 0>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I hesitate, unsure whether or not I should follow his command. <<s Julio>>KNEEL<</s>> <<picmid "classes/history-project/sub-kneeling-pic.jpg">> I find myself drop down to my knees immediately out of fear, unable to even look at him. He smiles down at me. <<s Julio>>Good girl. Too bad you're a bit slow. You have a place in the new world, and even if you consciously don't know it yet, your body knows.<</s>> I'm baffled by what he's saying, yet the simple fact that I'm kneeling in front of him says much more than any argument I might want to give or come up with. <<s Julio>>I'm proud of you though. Now get up before Leo comes back slut.<</s>> Listening to his command, I stand back up. //What the fuck is wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><<else>><<replace "#choices2">>I hesitate, unsure whether or not I should follow his command. <<s Julio>>KNEEL<</s>> I look back at him, trying to understand what's the point he's trying to make. Before I come to a definitive answer, <<light Leo>> comes back into the room. <<light Julio>>, dejected, is annoyed at my bratty behavior. //I should've listened to his command when I had the chance...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</if>><</link>> <<if $subdom > 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Deny his request">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not willing to follow his command, I stand my ground, looking at him in the eyes. //How dare he ask me to do that?// Looking back at me, he scoffs. <<s Julio>>You're not ready. And to think I saw something in you...<</s>> //What had he seen in me? How come I disappointed him now?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Deny his request" "Not dominant enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

/* This is a group project in which the player chooses who to partner with, and by doing so different outcomes to the project will take place. First month: clothing in different eras. Options:Yara will make Eva and herself dress like a harlot from the 60s (depending on subdom) Julio will require your help to dress Leo as a female (or both will be dressed as gladiators depending on alphabeta) Jerome and Jasmin will dress her like a slave as a way to reclaim history (depends on bbcworld) Costumechoice Options: 1-Her and Jasmin are slaves to Jerome 2-Her and Jasmin are wives to Jerome 3-60s fashion 4-60s fashion - eva prostitute 5-All gladiators 6-All philosophers 7-Characters from Ancient Greece 8-Ancient Greece - characters reversed 9-Ancient Greece - both slaves 10-60s fashion - both prostitutes 11-60s fashion - Them prostitutes. Second month: Options: Third month: human sculptures Options: Julio and Jerome will bring along a contrasting imagery with the white female protagonist in the middle of them Eric, Leo, and you could create an exploration of gender (if Leo is on a more genderless path) Yara, Eva, Jasmin, and you will represent the Horae of the four seasons. */ <<if visited(passage()) is 2>><<goto "Henry Event 0">><<elseif visited(passage()) lte 3>><<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">><<goto "JasminJerome Group">><<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo">><<goto "LeoJulio Group">><<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<goto "YaraEva Group">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><div id="choices"> <center>//"In order to foster a sense of groupwork and cooperation, Hatchett High vows to bring out the creativity in its students."//</center> The usual bullshit is spewed without so much as a second thought about what they're saying... Our school was quite organized when it came to classes, projects and requirements. Having separated their projects at the beginning of the year, professors then each had a month to string us along in their own project, giving us sessions every monday to flesh out our presentation for the end of it. <<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> The assignment was pretty interesting: we are supposed to do research about a particular civilization or period of time, and create costumes that represent this moment in history. Our grade will be based on not only the research, but also the costume design, "//to bring out the creativity in us//". First class of the year, and already I had my choice of three different groups to choose from, and each had a different dynamic than the others. The first group was <<link "Jasmin and Jerome">><<set $group1 to "Jasmin and Jerome">><<replace "#choices">><center><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>>I have chosen the electric duo of <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, which is sure to bring me an interesting upcoming few weeks. I was looking forward to it. <<link "Join them" "JasminJerome Group">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>><<d "Choose this for an early BNWO storyline">>. An unspoken duo, they seemed to have already planned to be together for this month's project. Joining them meant I risked being a third wheel, but with <<light Jasmin>>'s passion for controversial topics, it was sure to snag us a few grade points. <<light Jerome>> was a treat to look at too... <<if $jasminavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Jasmin's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> The second group had two of my close friends, <<link "Yara and Eva">><<set $group1 to "Yara and Eva">><<replace "#choices">><center><<pic Yara>><</pic>><<pic Eva>><</pic>>I have chosen the unusual duo of <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>>, believing I would bring the balance between their mismatched personalities well. I was apprehensive yet looking forward to what this coupling would bring. <<link "Join them" "YaraEva Group">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>><<d "Choose this for more lesbo content">>. Although I rarely saw them together, I knew that me being there would balance the scales out well. <<light Yara>>'s creativity and <<light Eva>>'s attention to detail would be great assets to this project's outcome. <<if $evaavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Eva's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><<elseif $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Yara's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> The last group I could choose from included yet another weird duo, <<link "Julio and Leo">><<set $group1 to "Julio and Leo">><<replace "#choices">><center><<pic Leo>><</pic>><<pic Julio>><</pic>>Drawn by the odd coupling in front of me, I decided to join <<light Leo>> and <<light Julio>> on their team. Both had an interesting outlook on life and I was sure to make the most use of their skills to create an interesting outcome. <<link "Join them" "LeoJulio Group">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>><<d "Choose this for more trans/queer content">>. <<light Julio>> was a controversial individual, seemingly tying himself to <<light Leo>> to make use of his history knowledge for easy points. Maybe I could defend my friend by joining their team? <<if $leoavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Leo's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> //I knew whichever team I'd be joining I'd be stuck with for the rest of the month, and the other teams will be progressing and creating their own projects, effectively shaping its members without my influence.//</div><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 4>>Presentation Time! The whole class was gathered to present our costumes, with each trying their best to be in character. <<if $costumechoice is 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-slaves.jpg' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh-wealthy.jpg' width='33%'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-egyptian-slaves.webp' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh.jpg' width='33%'> <</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, arriving chained to our pharaoh, and respecting his lead. At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but according to my master I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom lte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent until called upon">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Respecting the wishes of my master, I allow him to take the lead in this. He calmly turns to me and orders me: <<s Julio>>Speak, slave.<</s>> Following his command, I answer the question and then step back with respect to him. <<s Julio>>Good girl.<</s>> My actions leave the class stunned as my teammates smile at my compliance. //I did good. I'm a good girl.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent until called upon" "Not Submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I attempt to speak out to answer the question, <<light Jerome>> clears his throat, and I roll my eyes as I wait for his command to answer. He gives his approval to the laughter of the class, before I go to answer the teacher's question. Despite my insubordination, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are happy with me. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Answer Confidently">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidently setting aside the act for the sake of the grade, I answer the teacher's question, not caring to listen to any comment requesting the opposite. Despite the better grade, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are unhappy with my performance. Even if it was an act, I stood up to <<light Jerome>>'s authority in it, and that's not a good look for him. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Answer Confidently" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 2>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-wives2.jpg' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh-wealthy.jpg' width='33%'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-wives.jpg' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh.jpg' width='33%'> <</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, arriving subservient behind our pharaoh, and respecting his lead. At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but according to my husband I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom lte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent until called upon">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Respecting the wishes of my master, I allow him to take the lead in this. He calmly turns to me and orders me: <<s Julio>>Speak, wife.<</s>> Following his command, I answer the question and then step back with respect to him. <<s Julio>>Good girl.<</s>> My actions leave the class stunned as my teammates smile at my compliance. //I did good. I'm a good girl.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent until called upon" "Not Submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I attempt to speak out to answer the question, <<light Jerome>> clears his throat, and I roll my eyes as I wait for his command to answer. He gives his approval to the laughter of the class, before I go to answer the teacher's question. Despite my insubordination, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are happy with me. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Answer Confidently">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidently setting aside the act for the sake of the grade, I answer the teacher's question, not caring to listen to any comment requesting the opposite. Despite the better grade, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are unhappy with my performance. Even if it was an act, I stood up to <<light Jerome>>'s authority in it, and that's not a good look for him. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Answer Confidently" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 3>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/interracial-hippies.webp' width='500px'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-2.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-hippie-male.jpg' width='33%' title='Jerome'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <</if>> The class is unimpressed by our presentation, especially since we are basically doing the same thing as <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> are doing. <<if $smarts > 15>>The fact that I did my research doesn't really aid my case.<<else>><<light Eva>> also seems to have put much more time in preparing for this presentation.<</if>> All in all, our presentation is abysmal...Maybe I should've listened to my teammates and changed course somehow? <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/wealthy-female-hippies.jpg'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-2.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <</if>> The class is unimpressed by our presentation, especially when compared to what they have prepared.<<if $smarts > 15>>The fact that we did our research doesn't really aid our case.<<else>>The fact that our research lacks any depth also shows unfortunately.<</if>> All in all, our presentation is abysmal...Maybe I should've listened to <<light Yara>> and convinced <<light Eva>> to dress up like a harlot for us? <</if>> <<elseif $costumechoice is 10>><<if $group1 is "Jasmine and Jerome">><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses and had to make last minute changes, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/pimp-ho.jpg'> The class is unimpressed by our presentation, especially since we are basically doing the same thing as <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> are doing, albeit with a bit of a change. <<if $smarts > 15>>The fact that I did my research doesn't really aid our case.<<else>><<light Eva>> also seems to have put much more time in preparing for this presentation.<</if>> All in all, our presentation is abysmal...Maybe I should've listened to my teammates and changed course somehow? But hey, at least we had fun in the process, right? <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-elegant.jpg' width='50%' title='Eva and I'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='50%' title='Yara'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-2.png' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, arriving subservient behind our pimp, and respecting her lead. It felt odd being so submissive to <<light Yara>> like that, but at the same time kind of... //Thrilling?// At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but according to my pimp I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom lt -3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent until called upon">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Respecting the wishes of my employer, I allow her to take the lead in this. She calmly turns to me and orders me: <<s Yara>>Speak, harlot.<</s>> Following her command, I answer the question and then step back with respect to her. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> My actions leave the class stunned as my teammate smiles at my compliance. //I did good. I'm a good girl.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent until called upon" "Not Submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I attempt to speak out to answer the question, <<light Yara>> clears her throat, and I roll my eyes as I wait for her command to answer. Surprising me, she turns to <<light Eva>> and orders her to answer. My friend obediently respects her wishes. Later, as we go to take our places, <<light Yara>> whispers to me: <<s Yara>>You could learn a thing or two from your friend.<</s>> //She's right, <<light Eva>> got the better grade. Was it because she listened to her?// <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Answer Confidently">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidently setting aside the act for the sake of the grade, I answer the teacher's question, not caring to listen to any comment requesting the opposite. Despite the better grade, <<light Yara>> is unhappy with my performance. Even if it was an act, I stood up to her authority in it, and that seemed to create a positive effect on <<light Eva>>.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Answer Confidently" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div><</if>> <<elseif $costumechoice is 4>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-elegant.jpg' width='50%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='50%' title='Yara and I'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, <<light Yara>> and I leading, while <<light Eva>> obediently followed suit. //She immediately took to it, oddly enough...// At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but found the opportunity to undermine <<light Yara>>'s authority. <div id="choices">Should I take the chance? <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent, let her take the fall">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Grasping the opportunity as it presented itself to me, I turn to look at <<light Yara>> to answer the tricky question. Her smirk reveals she had prepared for this eventuality, as she confidently and impressively answers the question. The fact that <<light Eva>> also shimes in to support her point of view is not lost on the teacher, who smiles at the both of them. //I shouldn't have doubted <<light Yara>>'s capabilities.//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to lose the chance for a higher grade, I bail out my team by answering the niche question asked, making sure to elaborate more on the reasoning behind our costumes. The teacher, impressed by my answer, adds to our grade. I turn to see both my teammates smiling at me. We did well!<</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Make Eva answer">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Smiling at the opportunity to showcase my dominance to <<light Yara>>, I turn to <<light Eva>> and order her to answer the question. Our harlot, after stumbling over her words for a short while, finds her footing and answers the tricky question, as <<light Yara>> looks at me with an acknowledging smirk on her face.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Make Eva Answer" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 11>><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-elegant.jpg' width='50%' title='Eva and Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='50%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, me leading while my harlots <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> obediently followed suit. //It felt odd having these two follow my orders...// At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but <<light Yara>> jumped to answer it. <div id="choices">How should I react? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent, let her take the lead">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 3>><<replace "#choices">>Grasping the opportunity as it presented itself to her, <<light Yara>> started answering the tricky question, not prompted by me to reply. Her smirk reveals she had prepared for this eventuality, as she confidently and impressively takes control away from me The fact that <<light Eva>> also shimes in to support her point of view is not lost on the teacher, who smiles at the both of them. The rest of it is a bit of a fiasco as <<light Yara>> confidently and strategically undermines me and takes away my control... //I shouldn't have doubted <<light Yara>>'s capabilities, although it did feel more natural to follow than lead...//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to stop her">><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to lose the chance to put her in her place, I attempt to raise my voice to answer the question instead. <<light Yara>> confidently keeps going, maintaining eye contact with the professor as my voice dies out. Not willing to make a scene out of it, I let it slide, but the discordance in our group is apparent. //Should I have just stayed silent?//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Make Eva answer instead">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Smiling at the opportunity to showcase my dominance to <<light Yara>>, I turn to <<light Eva>> and order her to answer the question instead. <<light Yara>>, stunned at how I undermined her like that, stumbles on her words as <<light Eva>> takes the opportunity to follow my orders. As she answers the question, I look at <<light Yara>> with a smirk on my face. //Noone undermines my authority here.//<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 5>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $alphabeta >= 3>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-alpha.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-beta.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> Dressing up in our costumes, it is clear that <<light Leo>> is having the time of his life, excited to be portraying such a strong character in front of the whole class. <<light Julio>> is also excited by the prospect of showing his designs. I myself am happy to be part of this awesomely-dressed team. As we present our overview of the Greek Culture, we are criticized by the professor for dressing up as only one aspect of it. Our grade suffers from it slightly. <<elseif $alphabeta lt 3>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-beta.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-beta.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> Dressing up in our costumes, it is clear that <<light Leo>> is excited to be portraying such a masculine character in front of the whole class. <<light Julio>> is also excited by the prospect of showing his designs, and his smoking hot body. I myself am happy to be part of this awesomely-dressed team. As we present our overview of the Greek Culture, we are criticized by the professor for dressing up as only one aspect of it. Our grade suffers from it slightly.<</if>> <<elseif $costumechoice is 6>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> Dressing up in our costumes, it is clear that <<light Leo>> is excited to be portraying such an intellectual character in front of the whole class, as am I. <<light Julio>> is also excited by the prospect of showing his designs, and his smoking hot body. Our team was well dressed, that was for sure. As we present our overview of the Greek Culture, we are criticized by the professor for dressing up as only one aspect of it. Our grade suffers from it slightly. <<elseif $costumechoice is 7>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate<<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. Both he and <<light Leo>> were extremely happy with the positive attention they were getting. As for me, well... <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 8>><div id='continue'>Ahead of entering class, I was approached by a worried <<light Leo>> who seemed to have doubts about his costume. <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>, I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do... I really don't think this will work.<</s>> <<s Author>>What is it? What's wrong?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It feels odd being dressed like this, as second class... Couldn't we have done things differently?<</s>> <<s Author>>You would rather have had me being second class? What message would that have carried?<</s>> <<s Leo>> No, no... I'm not sure...<</s>> He was perfect for the part, and it was already too late to change course. The choice was mine on how to help him overcome his fears, and how to alleviate his concerns. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're right... It's all about the message. It's just a part.<</s>> Smiling, I have him convinced that he made the right choice. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat vulnerable from being dressed the way he was, was not the only attractive person in the room. Both <<light Julio>> and I were really well dressed as well, and we all were playing our characters beautifully. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking the opportunity to showcase how second class back then did not only mean feminine, he made sure to get his somehow feminist message across. <<light Julio>> is displeased to see his message backfiring somehow. //I'm not sure what it really was in the first place...// <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it. And who knows, you might like it...<</s>> While hesitant, <<light Leo>> nods, accepting my point of view and willing to give it a try. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat vulnerable from being dressed the way he was, was not the only attractive person in the room. Both<<light Julio>>and I were really well dressed as well, and we all were playing our characters beautifully. Our presentation went well, and at one point<<light Leo>>was tested on his ability to stay in character. His unshaped character, coupled with his nervousness at the situation, didn't help him in answering the question asked as he stumbles on his words, embarrasing us as a team. <<light Julio>> doesn't seem too concerned, happy somehow to have lulled <<light Leo>> to this point at the very least. //I should've probably pushed him more...// <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Finding the perfect opportunity to help him along the path that he's been riding on, I say to him: <<s Author>>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It is?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes it is Leo, nothing wrong with wanting to follow rather than lead. After all, you accepted this part for a reason, no? Aren't you curious about how it feels like to listen to orders?<</s>> Something in him clicks as he gives me a wide smile. He's actually convinced with the point I made to him! //Oh beautiful corruption!// <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat vulnerable from being dressed the way he was, was not the only attractive person in the room. Both <<light Julio>> and I were really well dressed as well, and we all were playing our characters beautifully. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking extra care to remain composed and submissive as taught, he answers after <<light Julio>> allows him to, a showcase of subservience to the dominant man and a great way of driving the whole point of second class across. <<light Leo>> further embraces the femininity of the part, blushing at the compliments that the professor gives at the end of the presentation, and even going as far as making a twirl when prompted by <<light Julio>>.<</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 9>><div id=continue>Ahead of entering class, I was approached by a worried <<light Leo>> who seemed to have doubts about his costume. <<s Leo>>Hey $name , I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do... I really don't think this will work.<</s>> <<s Author>>What is it? What's wrong?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It feels odd being dressed like this, as second class... Couldn't we have done things differently?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey we're in this together, it's the best way to do this, trust me.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm not really sure...<</s>> He was perfect for the part, and it was already too late to change course. The choice was mine on how to help him overcome his fears, and how to alleviate his concerns. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're right... It's all about the message. It's just a part.<</s>> Smiling, I have him convinced that he made the right choice. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had<<light Leo>>next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate <<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking the opportunity to showcase how second class back then did not only mean feminine, he made sure to get his somehow feminist message across.<<light Julio>>is displeased to see his message backfiring somehow. //I'm not sure what it really was in the first place...// As for me, well... <div id="choices2"><<link "Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices2">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it. And who knows, you might like it...<</s>> While hesitant,<<light Leo>>nods, accepting my point of view and willing to give it a try. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had <<light Leo>> next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate <<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. His unshaped character, coupled with his nervousness at the situation, didn't help him in answering the question asked as he stumbles on his words, embarrasing us as a team. <<light Julio>> doesn't seem too concerned, happy somehow to have lulled <<light Leo>> to this point at the very least. //I should've probably pushed him more...// As for me, well... <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr. <<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices2">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Finding the perfect opportunity to help him along the path that he's been riding on, I say to him: <<s Author>>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It is?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes it is Leo, nothing wrong with wanting to follow rather than lead. After all, you accepted this part for a reason, no? Aren't you curious about how it feels like to listen to orders?<</s>> Something in him clicks as he gives me a wide smile. He's actually convinced with the point I made to him! //Oh beautiful corruption!// <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had <<light Leo>> next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate <<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking extra care to remain composed and submissive as taught, he answers after <<light Julio>> allows him to, a showcase of subservience to the dominant man and a great way of driving the whole point of second class across. <<light Leo>> further embraces the femininity of the part, blushing at the compliments that the professor gives at the end of the presentation, and even going as far as making a twirl when prompted by <<light Julio>>. As for me, well... <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices2">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></div><</if>> <<if $leocostume is true>>I had helped <<light Julio>> dress <<light Leo>> up as a second class citizen, a slave in their own presentation. I knew this had an impact on his psyche but he did look nice dressed up like that. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' height='300px' title='Leo'></center><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<elseif $alphabeta < -3>>Somehow, <<light Julio>> was able to convince <<light Leo>> to dress up as a slave in their presentation. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' height='300px' title='Leo'></center><<less "alphabeta" 2>><</if>> <<if $evacostume is true>>I had helped <<light Yara>> dress <<light Eva>> up as a harlot from the 60s for her, a prostitute in their own presentation. I knew this had an impact on her psyche and was somehow happy to see her scantily dressed like that. It all helped <<light Yara>> look more dominant. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' height='300px' title='Eva'></center><<add "evasub" 2>><</if>> On her end, <<light Mya>> had led her team under her guidance, showing an ancient and obscure native American culture - and looking royal while doing it.<<pichalf "classes/history-project/mya-queendom.jpg">> It felt nice having finished the project for this month. I was looking forward to next month and what it held for us! <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I had chosen <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> as partners for the clothing group project, and was hoping we'd get to meet up during class today and accomplish great things. I couldn't deny that I was apprehensive of being treated as a third wheel in this project, but decided I wasn't going to let this get to me in any way. I was going to contribute not only to the project, but to the conversation too, whatever it took. <<s Jerome>>How about we do something related to like Ancient Egypt? That would be something interesting...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That does sound like a good idea! After all my name is Jasmin so we could watch Aladdin for inspiration in the styles<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Aladdin has nothing to do with ancient Egypt. I'm talking pharaohs and empresses<</s>> <<s Author>>And slaves, unfortunately.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What?<</s>> She's obviously startled by what I just said, and apparently doesn't like where I am taking the conversation. <<s Author>>The pyramids were built on the back of slaves. Every time a pharaoh died, that meant countless slaves died creating his tomb... Not really the best example honestly.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You're right, I don't know how comfortable I feel talking about slavery.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> seems thoughtful, an idea forming in her mind. <<s Jasmin>>But talking about something impactful - and controversial - like that is a guaranteed high grade!<</s>> The tension palpable, I see <<light Jerome>> seriously thinking about this new development. <<s Jasmin>>I'm not saying you should dress up as a slave, obviously, but I am saying we should think of something along these lines.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Suggest we reverse the roles between slaver and slaves">><<set $costumechoice to 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/jj-egypt.jpg">>The idea that goes through my mind is crazy, but it has just the right amount of shock value and the added benefit of giving <<light Jerome>> the opportunity to reclaim his history. <<s Author>>How about... And hear me out here, we reverse the roles?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>We talk about slavery. We do our research on how our country was built at the hands of people whose freedom was taken away from them. But we reverse the parts. Jasmin and I are the slaves.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>Think about it. Jasmin and I dress up as if we were taken to auction, and our owners, you, is the gentleman who built this whole oppressive system.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Reparations?<</s>> <<s Author>>No, nothing like that. Simply a role reversal to show how odd the whole situation was and by doing so show how much we've progressed as a society.<</s>> I notice <<light Jerome>> is deep in thought, considering my idea. <<s Author>>What do you say, Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I say we go for it. Wouldn't be bad to have two slaves as sexy as you.<</s>> His laugh is contagious as I join in on the joke. <<s Author>>You can't afford this slave but we'll see! So we agree then? White slaves?<</s>> They nod as our decision as a group is made. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Embrace Jerome's Egypt idea as pharaoh and his wives">><<set $costumechoice to 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/jj-egypt.jpg">>I feel like we went a bit far from the original suggestion that <<light Jerome>> made, which is ancient Egypt after all. <<s Author>>Ancient Egypt is a good idea actually. Using it as an exposure to what happened on the humanitarian front could be a big plus, and we all know that Jerome would look amazing as a pharaoh.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I do have a royal complexity, that is true.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And we would go as his wives? Heck yeah count me in!<</s>> I can't help calling her out on it and making a joke out of the situation: <<s Author>>A bit too eager, are we?<</s>> The joke makes us all laugh. <<s Author>>So we agree then? Pharaoh and his wives?<</s>> They nod as our decision as a group is made. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Do something a bit more normal, like the 60s for example.">><<set $costumechoice to 3>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg">>The whole topic of slavery, in all its controversy, makes me quite uneasy. I feel the need to move the conversation in a completely different direction. <<s Author>>If we want to do something easy and with loads of resources, we can go for like America in the 60s. Disco balls, music, dance, you know, fun stuff.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I mean it's not as hardcore as slavery...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Slavery was never meant to be hardcore, it was meant to oppress us. I'm in for the 60s.<</s>> I smile to myself as my contribution was heard and we were able to come up with something a bit more like me. <<light Jasmin>> being unhappy is just a plus. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<set $yaramessage to 2>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">> Having met <<light Jasmin>> earlier today, I knew she couldn't hide her excitement for what was coming during class. Apparently, her and <<light Jerome>> got to talking and already have started looking into design ideas for the clothes they want to create for the project. I was particularly happy with the idea we landed on, but today was all about researching <<if $costumechoice is 3>>60s fashion<<else>>Ancient Egypt and their customs<</if>> Class was pretty boring today as we spent it at the school library, looking for the books we needed for references and whatnot. <<if $costumechoice is 3>>It wasn't very easy finding what we needed from recent pop culture in the rows of books that they had available to us but we made it work for us.<<else>>We were able to find quite a decent amount of books and files that talked about Ancient Egypt and their customs. Apparently, whenever a pharaoh died in these times, they would bury his wives with him, alive or dead!<<if $costumechoice is 1>>Good thing we're dressed up as slaves, right?<<else>>At least they'd have lived a wealthy life before their untimely death, unlike slaves!<</if>><</if>> As our research brought along quite a few options to choose from for our exposition, I notice at a given point that both of my colleagues are missing, leaving me to drown alone in the books I have gathered. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Go look for them">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "classes/history-project/library-bbc.jpg" "A naughty sexcapade">> //I knew I'd be the one to work the most for our projects, but I never expected them to be this obvious about it!// Adventuring in the recesses of the library, in the direction I saw them headed in last, I slowly make my way towards what can only be described as moans. Risking a glance beyond a bookshelf, I see the two of them groping each other's bodies against the wall, <<light Jasmin>> pinned underneath <<light Jerome>>'s body. <<picmid "classes/history-project/jj-library.jpg">> <<if $costumechoice is 1>><<s Jerome>>You little slut. Who's my slave?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I am! I am master!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>And you're not the only one.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That prude? No way she'll be as into this as me.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Would you bet on it?<</s>><<elseif $costumechoice is 2>><<s Jerome>>Mmm you'll make a good wife.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh really?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yeah. And if you can't satisfy me, there's another wife who can<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'll satisfy you alright!<</s>><<elseif $costumechoice is 3>><<s Jerome>>It's a shame the world is not as into sex anymore.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I think I can more than make it up for our failings as a race<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I'm sure you can girl. Although I wouldn't mind a taste of that other beauty on the team...<</s>> I blush at the offhand compliment. <</if>> Unable to handle the heavy conversation. I quietly made my way away from that dark corner of the library, deep in thought over what I just witnessed. Does <<light Jerome>> like me? //And did I want a taste of his chocolate?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I need to finish research first!">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//These two can do whatever they want, I have work that needs to be done.// At one point, the professor asks me about the rest of my team, and I cover for them telling her I sent them to get me another important manuscript. She nods, notices my intensive work, and walks away. This research is going to be very valuable for the presentation! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<set $costumemeeting1 to true>><div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/history-project/fashion-payment-background.jpg">> Today was our final meeting before the presentation, and we still had to work on our costumes. We had decided we'd make the choice of material this session, then meet up during the weekend to fix the costumes. At the end of the day, it all came down to whether or not we could afford a large quantity of material or not, or even if we wanted to. Less material meant we had to show some skin, and that was something both <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> were looking forward to. The choice was ultimately mine on whether or not I wanted to invest money in more decent clothes. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Don't pay more than I need to">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<replace "#choices">>//Why bother paying for something I will only wear once? Plus showing some skin isn't that bad, right?// Choosing to forego payment, I accept the fact that we will be wearing skimpy clothes, a more accurate representation of the times we're portraying. Excited for the work on the costumes which we had already started, I was looking forward to finishing them up on Sunday. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>>, you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on <<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Jerome was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"><<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money >= 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Pay for better clothing">><<less "money" 25>><<less "open" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//We're a high school. Wearing costumes that show skin will be against our morals.// I decide to put in a large sum of my own money to make sure we can afford an actual costume, and not a fake reason to be naughty or whatever these two want to believe. I hope I can stay on that choice on Sunday, when we finalize our costumes. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey $name you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on<<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Jerome was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"><<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for better clothing" "I can't afford it">><</if>></div><</if>>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I had chosen <<light Leo>> and <<light Julio>> as partners for the clothing group project. Them being both boys, or at least male-presenting, they definitely were in need of my feminine guidance in a topic as deep as fashion and clothing, so I was sure to be an important mediator in our conversation, especially to get us on the right track. In class, we found each other and started our meeting. <<light Julio>> was quick to lead the conversation. <<s Julio>>I have always been at the lookout for the latest fashion trends and all the amazing advancements in fashion. You guys are lucky.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Julio>>What? Because I'm a man doesn't mean that I'm not artistic. Or is it because I'm black?<</s>> <<light Leo>>is startled and doesn't know what to say. Cutting the tension, <<light Julio>> laughs and pats him on the back. <<s Julio>>Aw man you should've seen your face! But fact of the matter remains, I'm certain I can do amazing things with both of y'all as my models<</s>> I'm impressed by <<light Julio>>'s candidness, and somewhat trust his vision. <<s Author>>That's great to hear. We need to come up with the topic of clothing though...<</s>> <<s Leo>>What about something ancient? Like a culture with loads of history and background?<</s>> <<s Author>>What kind of culture are you suggesting?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Like Mayans?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Maybe, but I was thinking something more mediterranean... Greek or Roman...<</s>> <<s Julio>>Romans sound nice. Weren't they all white though?<</s>> I know that they had slaves in these times, but I'm not sure if these were POC or not, and wasn't ready to go there. <<light Leo>> on the other hand did not hesitate to clarify: <<s Leo>>There were a lot of people of color in their culture. The mediterranean is full of people from different backgrounds and ethnicities.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I'm getting convinced...<</s>> <<s Leo>>There was a difference between social classes, granted, but it wasn't as much about race as it was about ability and mental capacity.<</s>> <<s Julio>>How do you mean?<</s>> He seemed, as was I, genuinely interested in <<light Leo>>'s wisdom. <<s Leo>>Gladiators were all body no brain, while philosophers were all brain and no body. And women...<</s>>He looks at me.<<s Leo>>They were second class citizens.<</s>> <<s Julio>>These are a lot to work with. I don't know which path we could follow...<</s>> <<s Author>>Are we going to ignore the fact that women were treated as inferior?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Different times.<</s>> <<light Leo>> seems to nod along. <div id="choices">It was time to make a choice. <<if $athletics gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Let's all dress up as gladiators">><<set $costumechoice to 5>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/lj-rome.jpg">>I was eager to show what little improvement I had made over my body, and so suggested we all dress up as fighting gladiators for our project. <<s Julio>>I'm all in for it, but you two need to work on your bodies a bit more in order for you to sell the idea.<</s>> I looked at myself, then at <<light Leo>>, and couldn't disagree with his statement. We both needed to <<dark "work out hard" "Raise Athletics<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> to 10 or higher by next week">>. <<s Julio>>If you can't make it happen, then maybe you both will have to settle for being second class citizens.<</s>> The implications of his statements are not lost on me as I look at my friend. Will he have what it takes to make it work? Maybe I'll need to help him get where he needs to be throughout the week? <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's all dress up as gladiators" "Athletics<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> lower than 5">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 17>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Let's all dress up as philosophers">><<set $costumechoice to 6>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/lj-rome.jpg">>I could really see us all pass as philosophers for the purposes of this exam, and wanted us to succeed in creating something. Philosophers in their white garbs must be easy to work with. <<s Julio>>I'm not sure there's much room for creation with this<</s>> I wanted to challenge him, and so chimed in: <<s Author>>What? The great fashion icon Julio doesn't know what to do with simple white garbs?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Alright missy, challenge accepted. We'll create the best white tunic anyone has ever seen.<</s>> <<light Leo>> is amused by this interaction, and happy with the choice. <<s Author>>It's settled then, we have ourselves a group of philosophers.<</s>> <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's all dress up as philosophers" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 17">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>We could each dress as one aspect of their society.">><<set $costumechoice to 7>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/lj-rome.jpg">>Why limit ourselves to one aspect of the society we intend to display? Why not go all in and portray all three aspects of the Roman Culture? <<s Leo>>I like that idea, that way we each fill in one side of the story.<</s>> <<s Julio>>And I get to create multiple designs for multiple types, I consider it to be a win!<</s>> <<s Author>>And I will be second class? Wait maybe we could...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Too late. Choice has been made!<</s>> The boys laugh at my expense, sharing the joke. <<light Julio>> gives me a knowing look, seems like he has something in mind and I have no clue what it is. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "classes/history-project/ancient-greece.jpg" "Ancient Greece">> <<if $costumechoice is 5 and $leoworkout gte 1 and $athletics gte 10>><<set $leomessage to 1>><div id="continue">Proud of the intensive week <<light Leo>> and I had meeting up for workouts, we were sure that we had what it takes to convince <<light Julio>> of our physical prowess for his created costumes. We were worthy of being gladiators. <<s Julio>>I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be ready in time for the session today, I was actually looking forward to having you dressed as servants or something<</s>> I pull out my tongue at the arrogant classmate. We had proven him wrong and it felt so good! We spent the rest of the class researching the greek culture, noticing how intricate it is and how deep its culture is, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>Walking out of class, I am approached by <<light Julio>>, who stops me in my tracks after making sure <<light Leo>> is not close. <<s Julio>>Hey $name . Are you sure that you and <<light Leo>> should dress up as gladiators? I mean sure, you're looking good and he's getting there, but don't you think that we could do more if not all of us were gladiators?<</s>> After today's research, I had started to agree that having all of us dress as gladiators might not be the best choice. However, in my workouts with <<light Leo>>, I could clearly see how the masculine costume would make him feel better about himself and his image... I was conflicted to say the least. <<s Author>>I am not entirely sure, Julio. This means a lot to Leo...<</s>> <<s Julio>>I know, there's no denying that... but I really think that there's more that can be done. You can't deny that you both would make sexier models for other things<</s>> His flattery might've fallen on deaf ears, but I knew there was some truth to it. We did look better than we did one week ago, healthier. <<s Julio>>Look, the choice is ultimately yours, but I hope you can talk to<<light Leo>>about it. We can make the final decision next week, and I'll be working on designs for all ideas either way.<</s>> Thoughtful at this recent encounter, I could see <<light Julio>>'s point of view. What will I tell <<light Leo>>? I could send him a message... <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $costumechoice is 5>><<set $leomessage to 2>><<set $costumechoice to 7>><div id="continue">We were not ready. <<if $leoworkout lt 2>>I hadn't spent enough time with <<light Leo>> to prepare for the costumes we were supposed to wear.<</if>> <<if $athletics lt 10>>I myself was not in the required physical shape to make the costume work.<</if>> And <<light Julio>> could clearly see that. <<s Julio>>You cannot simply become athletic overnight, you know. But that's fine, there's always other stuff that we can do to create the right costumes for you. Come on, let's get to work.<</s>> We spent the rest of the class researching greek culture, noticing how intricate it is and how deep its culture is, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers. Maybe not dressing up as gladiators wouldn't be so bad after all... <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>After leaving class, I was approached by <<light Julio>>, who seemed to have a plan prepared. <<s Julio>>I need your help with something.<</s>> I was listening. <<s Julio>>Now that we've decided to each represent one aspect of Greek Culture, I believe we can do more than simply dress each according to their archetype.<</s>> <<s Author>>What's your plan?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I think we could switch it up a bit. I don't feel good with you being dressed as a second class citizen...<</s>> I was stunned at the implications of what he was saying. <<s Author>>What, do you want to take my place?<</s>> <<s Julio>>No, that would be problematic. But I have too much respect for you to accept you taking that part.<</s>> It clicked for me what his intentions were. <<s Author>>You want Leo to take that part.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yes. Let's be honest, he's close enough as it is to that part, I think all he needs is a little push to get him there. And I believe you'd be great in steering him in the right direction.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see potential in him. And I see an accomplice in you.<</s>> //The way he looks at me in the eyes with that last sentence stirs something primal in me, but I can't quite grasp what it is...// <<s Julio>>Anyway think about it. And send him a message to steer him in the right direction if you can.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $costumechoice is 6>><<set $leomessage to 1>><div id="continue">Arriving in class today, I was looking forward to researching greek culture and understanding the depth of their philosophical research and ideologies. Something about seeing the effects of great researchers was intriguing and interesting to me as I started noticing how deep and intricate their culture was, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers. Leaving out so much felt a bit odd to me. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>After leaving class, I was approached by <<light Julio>>, who seemed to have a plan prepared. <<s Julio>>I need your help with something.<</s>> I was listening. <<s Julio>>I believe we can do more than simply all dress like philosophers.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I think we could switch it up a bit. Show more of the culture that we clearly appreciate better today.<</s>> After today's research, I had started to agree that having all of us dress as philosophers might not be the best choice. However, <<light Leo>> was really into that idea... I was conflicted to say the least. <<s Author>>Leo is having a lot of fun with it. And I'm sure the professor will appreciate us taking an academic approach...<</s>> <<s Julio>>I know, there's no denying that... but I really think that there's more that can be done. You can't deny that you both would make sexier models for other things<</s>> His flattery might've fallen on deaf ears, but I knew there was some truth to it. At least on my side... <<s Julio>>Look, the choice is ultimately yours, but I hope you can talk to <<light Leo>> about it. We can make the final decision next week, and I'll be working on designs for all ideas either way.<</s>> Thoughtful at this recent encounter, I could see <<light Julio>>'s point of view. What will I tell <<light Leo>>? I could send him a message... <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $costumechoice is 7>><<set $leomessage to 2>><div id="continue">Arriving in class today, I remembered <<light Julio>>'s complicit look the last time we decided to dress up as different characters from Greek Culture. Spending time with him today in preparation for the project, I kept looking for signs of what he plans, but he seemed quite secretive as we spent the rest of the class researching greek culture. Noticing how intricate it is and how deep its culture is, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers, I felt like it was the right choice to show more than simply one side of the story. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>After leaving class, I was approached by <<light Julio>>, who seemed to have a plan prepared. <<s Julio>>I need your help with something.<</s>> I was listening. <<s Julio>>I believe we can do more than simply dress each according to their archetype.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I think we could switch it up a bit. I don't feel good with you being dressed as a second class citizen...<</s>> I was stunned at the implications of what he was saying. <<s Author>>What, do you want to take my place?<</s>> <<s Julio>>No, that would be problematic. But I have too much respect for you to accept you taking that part.<</s>> It clicked for me what his intentions were. <<s Author>>You want Leo to take that part.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yes. Let's be honest, he's close enough as it is to that part, I think all he needs is a little push to get him there. And I believe you'd be great in steering him in the right direction.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see potential in him. And I see an accomplice in you.<</s>> //The way he looks at me in the eyes with that last sentence stirs something primal in me, but I can't quite grasp what it is...// <<s Julio>>Anyway think about it. And send him a message to steer him in the right direction if you can.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<picmid "classes/history-project/fashion-payment-background.jpg">><<set $yaramessage to 2>><<set $costumemeeting1 to true>> <div id="continue">Arriving to class today, I immediately headed to meet <<light Julio>> and tell him about our final decision regarding the costumes we would be wearing. <<if $costumechoice is 5>>After all, dressing up together as a team, as gladiators, is the best decision. <<light Leo>> and I had worked so much to miss out on that. Despite his prior doubts about the idea, <<light Julio>> nodded and accepted our decision.<<elseif $costumechoice is 6>>Both <<light Leo>> and I were actually really interested in being philosophers, and all of us wearing matching outfits would be a great display as a final presentation. Despite his prior doubts about the idea, <<light Julio>> nodded and accepted our decision.<<elseif $costumechoice is 7>>With each of us dressed as one aspect of our society, we were in for a fun time preparing the costumes, <<light Julio>> happy to have a lot to work with.<</if>> Today was our final meeting before the presentation, and we still had to work on our costumes. We had decided we'd make the choice of material this session, then meet up during the weekend to fix the costumes based on <<light Julio>>'s designs. At the end of the day, it all came down to whether or not we could afford a large quantity of material or not, or even if we wanted to. Less material meant we had to show some skin, and that was something <<light Julio>> was looking forward to. The choice was ultimately mine on whether or not I wanted to invest money in more decent clothes. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Don't pay more than I need to">><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//Why bother paying for something I will only wear once? Plus showing some skin isn't that bad, right?// Choosing to forego payment, I accept the fact that we will be wearing skimpy clothes, a more accurate representation of the times we're portraying. Excited for the work on the costumes which we had already started, I was looking forward to finishing them up on Sunday.<</replace>><</link>> <<if $money >= 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Pay for better clothing">><<less "money" 25>><<less "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//We're a high school. Wearing costumes that show skin will be against our morals.// I decide to put in a large sum of my own money to make sure we can afford an actual costume, and not a fake reason to be naughty or whatever these two want to believe. I hope I can stay on that choice on Sunday, when we finalize our costumes.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for better clothing" "I can't afford it">><</if>></div> <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Walking out of class, I am yet again approached by <<light Julio>>, who wants to talk. <<s Julio>>Hey $name wait up<</s>> I stop in my tracks, and he goes up to me. <<if $choicechange1 is 1>><<s Julio>>Thanks for convincing Leo of the change. This will pay off, I swear.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, it's all good.<</s>> He smiles, excited. I can see in his eyes ideas swirling in his mind. <<s Author>>Can I ask why you made your decision?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I intend to change the world with my designs. And if I need to start somewhere, it's here.<</s>> <<s Author>>Change the world? How?<</s>> <<s Julio>>You're not ready yet, but you'll see. We take it slow and soon enough all will be understood.<</s>> Thoughtful, he adds: <<s Julio>>But if you want, we can do something more in line with how I want to change the world? That way you can understand the change more?<</s>> <<s Author>>What exactly are you proposing?<</s>> <<s Julio>>We dress you both up as second class citizens. You and Leo, similar clothes. And the more you look like each other, the better.<</s>> <<s Author>>Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose?<</s>> <<s Julio>>On the contrary. Leo is born male. You both being dressed similarly would be a hit in representing Greek Culture... And my new world.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Agree with him">><<set $costumechoice to 9>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm intrigued... Alright count me in.<</s>> His smile is wide as we both continue down the corridor. //I don't know what I got myself into but I know it will be interesting to say the least.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better stay as we are">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm not sure this is the right way to go... You already have Leo as second class. Let's stick to what we have.<</s>> He nods, understanding my position. I hear him shout me a goodbye as he heads down the hall. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $choicechange1 is 2>><<s Julio>>Thanks for convincing Leo of the change. I'm sure I'll be able to do great things with the design.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, it's all good.<</s>> We both walk in tandem down the corridor. He seems to want to add something, but isn't. I speak up. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I just think we can do more...<</s>> <<s Author>>What now?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Imagine the effect it would be if instead of you being the second-class citizen, Leo was that.<</s>> <<s Author>>But Leo would make a great philosopher?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I'm sure he would. But imagine if you were the philosopher. Better outcome. Imagine if he was the "slave". Shocking. Better outcome.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a point...<</s>> <<s Julio>>So you'll do it? You'll talk to him for me?<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "Yes I will">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You want Leo to take that part.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yes. Let's be honest, he's close enough as it is to that part, I think all he needs is a little push to get him there. And I believe you'd be great in steering him in the right direction.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see potential in him. And I see an accomplice in you.<</s>> //The way he looks at me in the eyes with that last sentence stirs something primal in me, but I can't quite grasp what it is...// <<s Author>>Alright. I'll do it. But I can't promise results.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's all I ask. Thank you.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I won't. Let's keep things the way they are.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I appreciate your efforts to create a great outcome. But I don't think I can help you with that.<</s>> He is visibly saddened by my reaction. <<s Julio>>I understand. I'll see what I can do.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $choicechange1 is 0>>I beat him to the conversation before he got the chance to talk. <<s Author>>Look, Julio, I tried. Leo simply didn't bite.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Hey hey no worries at all. I was actually coming over to say that there are no hard feelings between us. That's all.<</s>> I smile softly at him. That was sweet. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I had chosen <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> as partners for the clothing group project. Them being both close friends meant I was at a comfort in work and I knew they'd each bring an interesting idea to the table. We found each other and started our meeting. <<light Yara>> was quick to leading the conversation, a natural leader as always. <<s Yara>>You guys I am so excited to be doing this with you! The two smartest girls in the class!<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't be so hard on yourself, you've got brains too!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh definitely, I'm smarter than the both of you combined!<</s>> I laugh at the joke, but the way she said it so convincingly... Does she actually believe it? <<s Yara>>Anyway, what do you girls think we should be working on? It's gotta be something empowering.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well I'm already pretty sure the other groups will go for something historical, old, and a civilization not at all like ours.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can already see Leo wanting to talk about the Greeks.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That is why we'll do something futuristic?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No, the assignment is still tied to history.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Exactly. So we don't have to go all the way back.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's correct. We could look into something more recent.<</s>> <<s Yara>>The 60s then. Sex, drugs, freedom. There's a lot we can do.<</s>> I look at <<light Eva>>, seeing the hesitation on her face. The 60s is a good topic though... <div id="choices">The choice needed to be made whether or not I agree with that theme. <<link "60s it is!">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg">> <<s Author>>The 60's sounds like a great idea. Count me in<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not sure drugs is the rig-<</s>> <<light Yara>> is quick to cut her off, <<s Yara>>It's two to one! Decision has been made. Thanks <<print $name>> for agreeing with the leader.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh you're the leader?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Duh! Who else would be?<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "You're right, you are">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You're right. You're the leader.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Good. We're all on the same page. Right Eva?<</s>> <<light Eva>> nods in compliance as <<light Yara>> smiles. //She really has leadership qualities.// <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I thought we were a democracy">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I thought we were a democracy.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Democracies vote for their leader.<</s>> <<s Author>>We voted for your idea. Don't get ahead of yourself.<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiles a bit at my position. I can't help but feel a tingle of joy for standing up for myself like that. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Something else would be better">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg">> <<s Author>>Maybe we can explore something else instead?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I agree, something not tied to drugs and this kind of stuff might be-<</s>> <<light Yara>>cuts her off. <<s Yara>>Look you two, I appreciate your brains and everything, but you gotta go out of your shell sometimes. You might be smart in reading your books and getting grades, but you gotta start finding out how the world works. Our parents were born around the 60s, it's their culture, and it's how the world was at its peak. I'm sure these books of yours don't teach you that but it's the truth.<</s>> Some things she was saying were right. The rest... <<s Yara>>I don't care to argue with you and give you all the arguments in the world. Researching about this stage in time will do you good. Trust me.<</s>> There was no arguing <<light Yara>> when she was convinced of something, so we both decided to let it go. I also didn't want to be on her bad side. //The 60s might be a good idea after all...// <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id="continue"><center>~The 1960s was one of the most tumultuous and divisive decades in world history. The era was marked by the civil rights movement, the Vietnam War and antiwar protests, countercultural movements, political assassinations and the emerging "generation gap."~</center> Researching this decade among the books of the school library, <<light Eva>> and myself were diving in books trying to understand what made the decade so special and what costumes we could come up with for our project. <<light Yara>>, as usual, was guiding us through it, bringing us books to read and asking questions that none of us would've thought to ask <<s Yara>>Can you imagine how crazy these times were?<</s>> <<s Eva>>And unsafe...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah sure, because they weren't as educated.<br>I'm pretty sure if we redid the 60s now we'd do it 100 times better.<</s>> <<s Author>>It wouldn't be called the 60s anymore. It'd be the 20s.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Duh. What do you think I am, stupid?<</s>> <<light Eva>> and myself look at each other in understanding. <<s Yara>>Bitches one day I'll be hiring smart people to do my job for me. Now that's real brains.<</s>> //Can't argue with that.// <<s Yara>>So do we have a clothing theme?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well according to these books the 60s were marked with a theme of counterculture. Breaking the norms and dressing differently. That's why their clothing was over the top and colorful.<</s>> <<s Yara>>So we could do something along these lines, make sure we break the norms and by doing so create something people will really appreciate.<</s>> <<s Author>>That sounds like a plan. But what exactly?<</s>> The ringing bell stops us from discussing things further. I guess we will have to let the decision go till next time... <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg" "A side conversation">> As I walk down the corridor leading to the main hall of the school, I am interrupted by <<light Yara>> who holds my hand. <<s Yara>>I have an idea on what we can do, but I need your help.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure, what is it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I think we should be pimps and prostitutes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you serious? You want us to dress like prostitutes?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Nothing of the sort. I want to dress Eva up like one, and us her pimps.<</s>> <<s Author>>What's the meaning of this?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Think about it. It perfectly represents the idea of freedom, of sexuality, and of what that decade was all about.<br>It is also empowering that we are female pimps!<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know if it's the right choice...<</s>> <<s Yara>>You don't have to make your decision right now, but trust me when I say that this idea will be revolutionary and will get us a high grade.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll think about it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Talk to Eva, send her a message or something, and I'll meet you next monday to get your news.<</s>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><<set $evamessage to 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<set $costumemeeting1 to true>><<picmid "classes/history-project/fashion-payment-background.jpg">> <div id="continue">Today was our final meeting before the presentation, and we still had to work on our costumes. Following last week's events and my texting with <<light Eva>>, we had finally settled on <<if $costumechoice is 3>>dressing up as hippies from the 60s<<elseif $costumechoice is 4>>dressing up as adventurous harlots and pimps of the time<</if>>. We had decided we'd make the choice of material this session, then meet up during the weekend to fix the costumes. At the end of the day, it all came down to whether or not we could afford a large quantity of material or not, or even if we wanted to. Less material meant we had to show some skin, and that was something <<light Yara>> was really looking forward to. The choice was ultimately mine on whether or not I wanted to invest money in more decent clothes. <div id="choices"><<link "Don't pay more than I need to">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<replace "#choices">>//Why bother paying for something I will only wear once? Plus showing some skin isn't that bad, right?// Choosing to forego payment, I accept the fact that we will be wearing skimpy clothes, a more accurate representation of the times we're portraying. Excited for the work on the costumes which we had already started, I was looking forward to finishing them up on Sunday. <<link "continue">><<if $leoavoid is false>><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>> you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on <<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Yara was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"> <<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><<else>><<goto "School">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Pay for better clothing">><<less "money" 25>><<less "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//We're a high school. Wearing costumes that show skin will be against our morals.// I decide to put in a large sum of my own money to make sure we can afford an actual costume, and not a fake reason to be naughty or whatever these two want to believe. I hope I can stay on that choice on Sunday, when we finalize our costumes. <<link "continue">><<if $leoavoid is false>><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>> you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on <<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Yara was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"> <<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><<else>><<goto "School">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for better clothing" "I can't afford it">><</if>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<s Samuel>>Come on! You heard the professor, we need something that will rack in listeners, something people can relate to!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Half the grade is on the music itself, do you really want to create something cheap?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Why would it be cheap? There's obvious artistic value to pop song, and there definitely could be something beautiful to come out of it! <<print $name>>, come on, back me up here!<</s>> Yet again, the tension was palpable, and I felt lucky - and equally unlucky - to be there to cool things off. While <<light Eric>> wants to create something instrumental and artistically appealing, almost orchestral (which would be a huge undertaking), <<light Samuel>> was more convinced that creating a pop song would bring in more listeners, and therefore better grades. They both had a point in what they were proposing, the question simply was what we were willing to prioritize for our performances. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Let's go with Eric's idea">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 4>><<replace "#choices">> More convinced with the artistic approach to such a project, I gave my point of view regarding the debate: <<s Author>>Honestly Samuel I am more convinced by what Eric is proposing, I feel we can always bring in listeners no matter the song, but need to fulfill the assignment's requirement most of all.<</s>> <<light Eric>> smiled, happy with my support of his idea, while <<light Samuel>> begrudgingly accepted our standpoint. //Seems like we'll be doing something artistic and orchestral for the project!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Samuel's idea is more logical">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 3>><<replace "#choices">>Despite <<light Eric>>'s excitement about the prospects of the project, I didn't feel confident in what he had to offer, especially since his main instrument was the flute. <<s Author>>Samuel is right, we can do something of value that also fulfills the commercial part of the grade. I am all for the creation of something pop-like.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> smugly smiled at my support, winking at me when I turned to look at him. <<light Eric>> begrudgingly accepted the direction with which we were taking the project. //Seems like we'll be creating a pop commercial song!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice is 3>> <div id="song">Last week, we had chosen to go for a commercial pop song for our music project, hoping to get higher points by collecting more listeners. Having already chosen our musical arrangement, we now had to write the lyrics for our song, and I was given the final say in a few lyrical decisions: A rhythm so diverse, it's the city's symphony, Where melodies entwine, in perfect harmony. Our differences, a symphony of grace, In the city's embrace, finding our <div id="lyric1"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'crowd'>><<set _lyric1 to "crowd">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'place'>><<set _lyric1 to "place">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'house'>><<set _lyric1 to "house">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>. From the concrete jungles to the neon lights, See, we're like colors on a <div id="lyric2"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'wall'>><<set _lyric2 to "wall">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'melody'>><<set _lyric2 to "melody">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'canvas'>><<set _lyric2 to "canvas">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>, breaking through the nights. In the mix of these rhymes, the city's romance, It's the art of acceptance, in this cosmic dance. We're the poets of the pavement, the <div id="lyric3"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'graffiti'>><<set _lyric3 to "graffiti">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'jizz'>><<set _lyric3 to "jizz">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'drawings'>><<set _lyric3 to "drawings">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> on the walls, Where every line speaks, where every echo calls. In the beats and the flow, our colors transcend, In the heart of the city, where boundaries bend. <<link "Continue">><<if _lyric1 is "place">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric2 is "canvas">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric3 is "graffiti">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<replace "#song">>Confirming my lyrical choices, I shared with my teammates my decisions and received their approval. <<if $lyric is 3>>Turns out I created the perfect lyrical choices, which not only would positively impact our grades, but also help us bring in a bigger audience regardless of whatever strategy we choose to follow.<<elseif $lyric > 0>>Despite a few lyrical mistakes, we had come up with a great song that holds decent artistic value. I was looking forward to the attention we might get with the proper advertising strategy.<<else>>It seems like I made mistakes on every turn, creating a song with no real artistic value. Maybe we'll make up for it in marketing and gather a wider audience?<</if>> <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice is 4>> As <<light Eric>> spent this session working on arranging the music and trying to find the best way to create his song, <<light Samuel>> and I were kind of left on the backburner, observers of him doing his work. <<light Samuel>> saw in this an opportunity to get to know me better: <<s Samuel>>Well, we gave him what he wanted. He's working, and what do we do?<</s>> <<s Author>>Aren't you glad to have someone else do your work for you?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Sure, but I'm getting bored.<</s>> <<s Author>>Am I not entertainment enough for you?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Listening to a dude play his flute while looking at something I cannot touch isn't my best idea of entertainment honestly.<</s>> Was he really suggesting that? I raise an eyebrow and move closer to him. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Maybe if I had you in my arms then I'd find some entertainment in spending a whole hour doing nothing, but we both know you're too shy for that.<</s>> I was feeling offended, weirdly. <<s Author>>Hold up, who told you that?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>There are rumors.<</s>> Rumors about me being a prude? I had a decision to make regarding that! <div id="choices"><<if $corruption gt 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Show him I'm no prude">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had to prove these people wrong, whoever they were, and that was starting with <<light Samuel>>. Making the decision, I meekly take my seat next to him as he immediately placed his hand around me and on my thigh. A rush of excitement immediately made its way across my body all the way to my heating chest. This was hot. <<s Samuel>>Well… It seems like I might be wrong after all…<</s>> Smiling at me, he starts tracing his agile fingers across my leg, playfully reaching upwards. The feeling had its immediate desired impact on me, as the whole taboo aspect of it all was clearly taking its toll on my brain. I was feeling hot and bothered and was effectively playing into his hand… Literally! It was at this moment that <<light Eric>>moved away from the laptop on which he was working and saw us both in our compromising positions. I had the choice on how I'd react to the situation I had found myself in, and the choice needed to be made quickly. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Entice Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "lyric" 3>><<replace "#choices2">>Not knowing what took over me, partly because I wanted to further prove myself to <<light Samuel>> and partly because I reveled in the fact that we now had an audience, I moved to sit on my colleague's lap, allowing him the pleasure of enjoying my shapely rear, as I addressed my other friend: <<s Author>>Oh Eric! How's the progress?<</s>> <<s Eric>>It's going well… Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, yes! Come on though, you better finish fast if you want the same treatment.<</s>> Stunned, <<light Eric>>'s mouth fell a bit agape as he looked at me in such a compromising position, and I could see his mind going wild with the possibility of sharing that position with me himself. He turned to immediately get to work. <<s Samuel>>Seems like the rumor is totally false! You offered yourself to even him!<</s>> The insulting tone was not lost on me, but I still revelled in the fact that I was able to prove him wrong and tease <<light Eric>> all at once. I decided to play along with his mockery: <<s Author>>Oh no don't worry. That was all for the grade. I could never allow myself to do that with him.<</s>> //There was something seriously hot with denying <<light Eric>> like that in front of someone else.// <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Wait for Samuel to act">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "lyric" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Unable to make a decision, I let the moment pass before <<light Samuel>> decided to push the limit and get his hand all the way in to my inner thigh. Gasping at the possessive move, I failed to stifle an elicit moan in front of my stunned colleague. <<s Samuel>>Eric boy! How's the progress going?<</s>> I bit my lip as <<light Samuel>> casually addressed our friend, all the while playing with my body as he liked. <<s Eric>>Eum.. Good. Good… Sorry I'm interrupting.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>You kind of are, but that's okay. How about you go continue with the project, can you?<</s>> Startled, the wimpy <<light Eric>> acquiesced. <<s Eric>>Myes. Yes sorry.<</s>> As he turned back to his laptop and continued with his song, <<light Samuel>> leaned closer to me. <<s Samuel>>I like my bitches submissive. Good girl.<</s>> I could stop my moan from escaping my mouth as his hand drifted slowly further up. //This is beyond hot!// Fortunately (or not), the professor decided to check up on our progress at that moment as we reluctantly moved apart and answered his questions. The mood was ruined but the flame was lit. <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'>Move away">><<less "open" 1>><<add "lyric" 2>><<replace "#choices2">> Feeling vulnerable and very much put on the spot, I decided to move away from my colleague's side as he gave a small snicker. <<s Samuel>>So Eric, how's it looking?<</s>> Immediately ignoring what he just saw, <<light Eric>> jumped at the occasion to share his recent developments with our song. He had everything under control, and it was looking good! As he turned back to put his finishing touches, <<light Samuel>> turned towards me: <<s Samuel>>You'll need more than that to disprove those rumors girl.<</s>> //I put myself on the line like that… For nothing.// <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to push my prudish limits">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "lyric" 2>><<replace "#choices">> I had to prove these people wrong, whoever they were, and that was starting with <<light Samuel>>. Making the decision, I meekly take my seat next to him as he immediately placed his hand around me and on my thigh. A rush of excitement immediately made its way across my body all the way to my heating chest. This was hot. <<s Samuel>>Well… It seems like I might be wrong after all…<</s>> Smiling at me, he starts tracing his agile fingers across my leg, playfully reaching upwards. The feeling had its immediate desired impact on me, as the whole taboo aspect of it all was clearly taking its toll on my brain. I was feeling hot and bothered and was effectively playing into his hand… Literally! It was at this moment that <<light Eric>> moved away from the laptop on which he was working and saw us both in our compromising positions. Feeling vulnerable and very much put on the spot, I decided to move away from my colleague's side as he gave a small snicker. <<s Samuel>>So Eric, how's it looking?<</s>> Immediately ignoring what he just saw, <<light Eric>> jumped at the occasion to share his recent developments with our song. He had everything under control, and it was looking good! As he turned back to put his finishing touches, <<light Samuel>> turned towards me: <<s Samuel>>You'll need more than that to disprove those rumors girl.<</s>> //I put myself on the line like that… For nothing.// <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Admit you find it hard to be physically intimate">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to disappoint him but feeling myself unable to prove the rumors wrong, I softly take a nearby seat as I address him: <<s Author>>Honestly I don't know about these rumors, but I know I haven't had the most experience… Physically speaking.<</s>> Startled by my sudden candor, <<light Samuel>> immediately changed tact. <<s Samuel>>Hey that's okay, I guess. Not everything is made for a life of adventure and excitement.<</s>> Despite his genuine comment, I could feel his disappointment at not quite receiving what he was after. Us sitting idle was also made apparent to the passing by professor, who caught us talking about nonsense for the next hour. <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>> Now that the lyrics and music were done with, we needed something more to really sell our idea to a large audience, and <<light Eric>> already had something in mind. <<s Eric>>I was thinking maybe it would be best to film sort of a video clip of our song, something that we could use on social media to promote our song.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>That's a great idea. I suggest we shoot it on Sunday, what do you think?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't mind it!<</s>> All ready and set up, <<light Eric>> promised us he would remind us of the project Sunday morning. I was looking forward to what we could create! <<link "Move along" "GP2 JJY Scene">><<set $ericmessagepre to 2>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>> <<light Eric>>, <<light Samuel>>, and I were watching the video that we had filmed yesterday. There was something oddly enticing about the way everything was looking, but it felt like something more was needed. We were all brainstorming about different ideas, and how to implement them, knowing that we only had a week left for us to present. <<s Samuel>>I think we could try and edit this a bit differently.<</s>> Suggested <<light Samuel>>. <<s Eric>>I don't know, maybe we should try and talk to people instead; entice them with door-to-door marketing.<</s>> Countered <<light Eric>>. They both had very valid ideas, but at the end of the day I had to make the decision. <div id="choices"><<if $money gte 40>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Invest in boosting">><<less "money" 40>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really pull off something of value, I decided to invest some of my own money in boosting the song, thus gathering even more views and listens on it for the upcoming week. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Invest in Boosting" "Money<img src='images/icons/cash.png'> lower than 40">><</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 15>><<link "Create a killer edit">><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Using my knowledge in social media trends and video editing, I decide to take over in editing the video and really give it the artistic push it needs to get it to where it needs to be. The outcome is a very well edited piece of media that I am sure will gather loads of traffic. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Create a killer edit" "Media Savvy<img src='images/icons/media.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "I don't really know what to do">><<replace "#choices">>Unable to come up with an adequate strategy, I am at a loss of options. I guess we'll have to leave it where it is, maybe we can do something more during the upcoming week… <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">> <<if visited() is 1>>A choice had to be made regarding what kind of song we wanted to create for this project, knowing we all had an obvious disadvantage compared to other groups. <<s Leo>>Honestly I think whatever we choose would work, so long as we don't drift too far away from the song we're choosing to copy, right?<</s>> While we all agreed that we could always adapt an already-existing musical song, we still needed to choose what the theme of our song would be and how we would be working on it: <<s Eva>>I don't really know what I wanna say with our song honestly.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I agree, I don't know what they really expect from us…<</s>> <<s Author>>Is it really about following expectations?<</s>> <<light Leo>> was quick to answer me: <<s Leo>>No, no… It's just easier to just go with the flow and follow what they expect, makes the whole thing easier you know…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey we could do a song about that!<</s>> <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<light Eva>> was excited to be sharing her idea with us. <<s Eva>>We can write a song about conforming to societal standards and expectations, following the law and how beneficial it would be for us. Musicals have never done that!<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's actually not such a bad idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>Is this really what we want to say?<</s>> I was hesitant. <<s Leo>>Why not?<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't you want to celebrate your individuality? What makes you different?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Sure, everyone is special, but it would be a great social commentary to write a song that somehow doesn't work but still does? There's already too many songs about being special, different.<</s>> <<light Leo>> jumped at the occasion to give an example: <<s Leo>>You don't know - O o!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to join him: <<s Eva>>You don't know you're beautiful<</s>> <<s Leo>>You don't know you're beautiful<</s>> Laughing together, we took a breather before our decision needed to be made. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Convince them of my idea">><<add "subdom" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 1>><<replace "#choices">>And I was still convinced that my idea would be the best suited for what we were intending to make. <<s Author>>Individuality would not only work as far as songwriting goes, but it would also be an amazing way for us to bring in a wider audience, it makes everything easier.<</s>> <<s Leo>>And we already have quite a challenge waiting for us too..<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's true…<</s>> I was happy they were seeing things my way: <<s Author>>So what do you guys think?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I am in, so long as the message can be made clear and we don't fall in the cliche.<</s>> <<s Author>>How could we? We have you!<</s>> We both turned to <<light Eva>> <<s Eva>>What the hell, I'm in too.<</s>> Cheering, <<light Leo>> and I celebrated the decision. We had a lot of work waiting for us next week! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to find common ground">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 2>><<replace "#choices">>While I was hesitant to follow their idea, I still wanted us all to be on the same page when it came to expectations. <<s Author>>I'm just not sure how you guys intend to make this idea fly honestly…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't you trust us?<</s>> <<s Author>>I do, but I don't understand what that has to do with the project.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well look at us three: We're so unique we almost don't have a place in other locations.<</s>> <<s Leo>>As much as I hate to admit it, Eva is right. You've always called me a social butterfly.<</s>> <<light Eva>> turned to <<light Leo>> and held his hand: <<s Eva>> You float beautifully but at the end of the day you don't really know where things are going to take you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Exactly, I don't have a destination, I feel like always being in the air you know, untethered.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you'd rather conform? Be one of the masses?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It would be much easier to simply be like others. Be who I'm supposed to be instead of just an idea of what I can be…<</s>> <<s Eva>>That sounds beautiful I'm going to write it down!<</s>> Smiling, I couldn't deny that <<light Leo>> was pretty convincing in what he was saying. <<s Author>>I think I see your point…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Awesome!<</s>> Happy that I'm joining them with their idea, we all decided that we'd be writing the lyrics next time. I was looking forward to it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Go with their idea">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 2>><<replace "#choices">>Oddly enough, I felt reassured being on the same team with both of them, and decided to throw caution to the wind. <<s Author>>You know what… I think we can come up with something good regardless of what we're doing.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yes we've got this! We have you two awesome brainiacs!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't sell yourself short Leo, you have the right stuff too!<</s>> Smiling, I was happy to see us all working together as a team, although I felt like I caved in a bit too early… Hopefully we can sell the idea to a wider audience… Next monday, we'll be writing the lyrics. Maybe that would aid us in doing something good. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2 and $musicchoice is 1>> <div id="song">Last week, we had chosen to go for a song that celebrates our uniqueness and pushes people to embrace themselves. Having already chosen our musical arrangement, we now had to write the lyrics for our song, and I was given the final say in a few lyrical decisions: <center> (Verse 1) In the mirror's gaze, <div id="lyric1"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'doubts'>><<set _lyric1 to "doubts">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'ideas'>><<set _lyric1 to "ideas">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'asses'>><<set _lyric1 to "asses">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> appear, Reflections of flaws, oh, so clear. But the beauty within, it's yet to shine, Embrace your heart, let your soul entwine. (Chorus) You're a canvas of <div id="lyric2"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'stupidity'>><<set _lyric2 to "stupidity">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'stars'>><<set _lyric2 to "stars">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'paint'>><<set _lyric2 to "paint">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>, a masterpiece untold, Embrace your flaws, let your story unfold. In your uniqueness, find your strength, Self-acceptance, it goes the length. (Verse 2) Society's standards, they <div id="lyric3"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'create'>><<set _lyric3 to "create">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'destroy'>><<set _lyric3 to "destroy">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'paint'>><<set _lyric3 to "paint">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> the norm, But your true colors, they're not the storm. Each scar, each curve, part of your song, Embrace your melody, where you belong. </center> <<link "Continue">> <<if _lyric1 is "doubts">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric2 is "stars">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric3 is "paint">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<replace "#song">>Confirming my lyrical choices, I shared with my teammates my decisions and received their approval. <<if $lyric is 3>>Turns out I created the perfect lyrical choices, which not only would positively impact our grades, but also help us bring in a bigger audience regardless of whatever strategy we choose to follow.<<elseif $lyric > 0>>Despite a few lyrical mistakes, we had come up with a great song that holds decent artistic value. I was looking forward to the attention we might get with the proper advertising strategy.<<else>>It seems like I made mistakes on every turn, creating a song with no real artistic value. Maybe we'll make up for it in marketing and gather a wider audience?<</if>> <<link "continue" "EvaLeo Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2 and $musicchoice is 2>> <div id="song">Last week, we had chosen to go for a song that is more of a social commentary, aiming to explain to people how sometimes it is easier to follow the wave than fight against it. Having already chosen our musical arrangement, we now had to write the lyrics for our song, and I was given the final say in a few lyrical decisions: Certainly, here's a different take that celebrates conforming to standards: <center> (Verse 1) Trying to blend in, hide in the <div id="lyric1"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'crowd'>><<set _lyric1 to "crowd">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'bushes'>><<set _lyric1 to "bushes">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'house'>><<set _lyric1 to "house">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>, Every step measured; every word vowed. A puzzle piece, seeking its place, Wishing to belong, longing for grace. (Chorus) Oh, the dance to fit in, the <div id="lyric2"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'story'>><<set _lyric2 to "story">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'melody'>><<set _lyric2 to "melody">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'baby'>><<set _lyric2 to "baby">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> unknown, Lost in the rhythm, searching for home. Yearning for acceptance, a place to begin, In the pursuit of belonging, where do I fit in? (Verse 1) In the sea of faces, I found my place, Following lines, embracing the race. No need for hues, I'm part of the scheme, In this grand design, I live the <div id="lyric3"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'penis'>><<set _lyric3 to "penis">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'style'>><<set _lyric3 to "style">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'dream'>><<set _lyric3 to "dream">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>. </center> <<link "Continue">> <<if _lyric1 is "crowd">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric2 is "melody">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric3 is "dream">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<replace "#song">>Confirming my lyrical choices, I shared with my teammates my decisions and received their approval. <<if $lyric is 3>>Turns out I created the perfect lyrical choices, which not only would positively impact our grades, but also help us bring in a bigger audience regardless of whatever strategy we choose to follow.<<elseif $lyric > 0>>Despite a few lyrical mistakes, we had come up with a great song that holds decent artistic value. I was looking forward to the attention we might get with the proper advertising strategy.<<else>>It seems like I made mistakes on every turn, creating a song with no real artistic value. Maybe we'll make up for it in marketing and gather a wider audience?<</if>> <<link "continue" "EvaLeo Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 3>> Lyrics and music done with, we needed something more to really sell our idea to a large audience. <<s Eva>>I was thinking maybe it would be best to film sort of a video clip of our song, something that we could use on social media to promote our song.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's a great idea. I suggest we shoot it on Sunday, what do you think?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't mind it!<</s>> All ready and set up, <<light Eva>> promised us she would remind us of the project Sunday morning. I was looking forward to what we could create! <<link "Move along" "GP2 JJY Scene">><<set $evamessagepre to 2>><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 4>> <<if $yaramessagepre is 3 and $yaramessage is 0>><<set $yaramessage to 3>><</if>> The vibes were immaculate between us three on this Monday morning. //I know, odd for a monday right?// <<light Eva>>, <<light Leo>>, and I were watching the video that we had filmed yesterday. There was something oddly enticing about the way everything was looking, but it felt like something more was needed. We were all brainstorming about different ideas, and how to implement them, knowing that we only had a week left for us to present. <<s Leo>>I think we could try and edit this a bit differently.<</s>> Suggested <<light Leo>>. <<s Eva>>I don't know, maybe we should try and talk to people instead; entice them with door-to-door marketing.<</s>> Countered <<light Eva>>. They both had very valid ideas, but at the end of the day I had to make the decision. <div id="choices"><<if $money gte 40>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Invest in boosting">><<less "money" 40>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really pull off something of value, I decided to invest some of my own money in boosting the song, thus gathering even more views and listens on it for the upcoming week. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Invest in Boosting" "Money<img src='images/icons/cash.png'> lower than 40">><</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 15>><<link "Create a killer edit">><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Using my knowledge in social media trends and video editing, I decide to take over in editing the video and really give it the artistic push it needs to get it to where it needs to be. The outcome is a very well edited piece of media that I am sure will gather loads of traffic. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Create a killer edit" "Media Savvy <img src='images/icons/media.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "I don't really know what to do">><<replace "#choices">>Unable to come up with an adequate strategy, I am at a loss of options. I guess we'll have to leave it where it is, maybe we can do something more during the upcoming week… <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

/*Second month: music styles and creation. Options:Eva and Leo want to write something personal. (embracing yourselves or fitting into society's vision of us, both can be twisted to influence them a certain way) Samuel and Eric each have their own idea on what to write; while Samuel wants to write a commercial pop song, Eric wants to showcase his musical prowess and create something more artistic (cucking potential and turning him down) musicchoice Options: 1-Embracing ourselves 2-Fitting in 3-Comercial Pop 4-Orchestral Symphonia All options will have the chance to sell the song using sexual appeal on social media (or buy followers)*/ <<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">> <<if visited() gte 4>>Presentation Time! The whole class was gathered to see which team received the most listens and receive the professor's input on our songs. <<if $musicchoice is 1>><<light Eva>>, <<light Leo>>, and I had written a song about embracing ourselves, a lyrical theatrical interpretation of self-acceptance and growth.<<elseif $musicchoice is 2>>Conforming to our society and following the common path is the theme of the song we chose for ourselves for this project, <<light Eva>>, <<light Leo>>, and I. We were excited to share our creation with the class.<<elseif $musicchoice is 3>>Following <<light Samuel>>'s lead, we had decided to create a commercial hip hop song that was sure to bring in a wide audience in our promotional campaign. We still needed to see if the professor liked our lyrical choices.<<elseif $musicchoice is 4>><<light Eric>> had convinced us to trust in his musical capabilities in creating an instrumental score, and it was now time for us to know if we hit the mark or missed entirely.<<else>>Alongside <<light Henry>> and <<light Mya>>, we had decided to perform a rap song, eager to show off our talents and compare ourselves to our idols. The lyrics had been a big contention point, so it was really interesting to see what the professor would say about them.<</if>> <<if $lyric is 0>>The professor, having listened to our music, preferred not to comment on our performance as he didn't want to hurt our feelings. Seems like we completely butchered our attempt at a song! Our grade is sure to really hurt because of it.<<elseif $lyric is 1>>Despite our best efforts, our song still left a bit to hope for as we presented it to the class, the professor pointing out a few times where we could've made better decisions.<<elseif $lyric is 2>>We had made a valiant effort, our song working really well despite a few mistakes here and there. The outcome of it made our professor exhibit clear signs of appreciation, which really raised our spirit.<<elseif $lyric is 3>>Our professor, speechless after having listened to our song, praised us for our musical ears, calling our creation near-perfect. Our grade is sure to be extremely positive because of this!<</if>> <<if $audience is 0>>Our movie clip barely collected a couple of views on the web, a completely butchered attempt at collecting needed additional marks. This alone will cost us deeply for our final grade.<<elseif $audience is 1>>A decent attempt at a music video, we were able to gather an okay audience in the time we had to do so. Maybe we could've done more? Either way it should hopefully be good enough for our grade...<<elseif $audience is 2>>We ranked quite high in our attempt at gathering a wide audience for our song. Our strategy worked for us, but maybe we could have done more?<<elseif $audience is 3>>We were really close to being at the top of the class in our viewership numbers, a great campaign that probably needed just a bit more to really shine. Our grade will be sure to reflect such a success.<<elseif $audience gte 4>>Top of our class with viewership numbers, our song collected a lot of praise from even our classmates who really enjoyed watching its music video. I was proud of the outcome of such a project, and was basking in the attention.<</if>><<add "reputation" $audience>> All in all, as the professor calculated our grade, I <<linkreplace "saw how it changed my final grade.">><<set _gradeadd to Number($audience * $lyric)>><<add "grade" _gradeadd>>saw how it changed my final grade. <<if _gradeadd is 0>>Whether it was our lyrics or our audience retention, our grade suffered deeply from our performance, and I couldn't improve my total grade at school. It was unfortunate, but it is what it is I guess. On the other end of the class, <<light Jasmin>> was celebrating alongside <<light Yara>> and <<light Jerome>>. <<if $class.has("JJY Yara")>>The athlete was happy celebrating with her female compatriot, somewhat ignoring <<light Jerome>> as they both had in their music video. It was interesting to see these dynamics unfold, as I realized just how charismatic <<light Yara>> could be, even in front of somewhat established partners. It was truly interesting to see.<<elseif $class.has("JJY Jerome")>>The central position that last one took in the music video, and right now in their celebrations, told me that things truly went the way he wanted them to. I could even see <<light Yara>> recluctantly admit something to him, as his hand found its way to her shoulder in a reassuring - and possessive - manner. <<light Jasmin>> was, as usual, fawning over him.<<else>>Her central position in the performance they gave us with the music video they shot was really appealing, an attractive performance that I was more than happy to have witnessed. Something about the empowerment she had exhibited was really fantastic, and I was truly happy to have been a part of it, even if only from the sidelines.<</if>> As we finished the class, I decided to gather with my teammates one last time. <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">>We were all quite dejected at the normal final outcome of the grade, despite our hopes of it being better than what we had. <<s Leo>>That was an embarrasment...<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s comment had an immediate effect on <<light Eva>>, who started crying out. <<s Eva>>It just was really hard, you know... I know none of us are musical but still.<</s>> Her sobs getting the best of her, she decides to take her leave, needing space. <<s Eva>>I'll be fine, don't worry about me.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know how we could have done better.<</s>> Saddened by the outcome, I try to console my friend briefly, before heading in my own direction.<<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">>A disappointed <<light Samuel>> approached us, vocal with his anger. <<s Samuel>>That stupid professor wouldn't know good music even if it stared him in the face!<</s>> <<s Author>>We tried, we failed. Shit happens.<</s>> The tension palpable, we each decide to go our separate way, <<light Eric>> equally hurt yet less vocal.<<elseif $group2 is "Henry and Mya">>A disappointed <<light Henry>> approached us, vocal with his anger. <<s Henry>>That stupid professor wouldn't know good music even if it stared him in the face!<</s>> <<s Author>>We tried, we failed. Shit happens.<</s>> The tension palpable, we each decide to go our separate way, <<light Mya>> equally hurt yet less vocal.<</if>><<elseif _gradeadd lte 5>>A valiant effort, we had managed to collect a good grade, adding <<print _gradeadd>> to my overall school score. As we finished the class, I decided to gather with my teammates one last time. <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">>We were all quite dejected at the normal final outcome of the grade, despite our hopes of it being better than what we had. <<s Leo>>Hey it's okay! We'll do better in the next one!<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s optimism wasn't as contagious as he had hoped, as <<light Eva>> replied: <<s Eva>>It just was really hard, you know... I know none of us are musical but still.<</s>> <<s Leo>>There's always a chance to turn things around, don't worry.<</s>> Saddened by the outcome, we each go our separate way, hoping to do better next time.<<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<s Samuel>>Can't help but feel we should've gotten a better grade. This professor doesn't know quality music.<</s>> <<s Eric>>We did well, but we could've done better honestly.<</s>> <<light Samuel>>, ever the aggressive person that he is, replied to <<light Eric>>'s comment. <<s Samuel>>Well why didn't you? Aren't you the musician here?<</s>> Wanting to ease the tension, I interjected. <<s Author>>Hey! We all did our best! We'll do better in the next one come on.<</s>> We decided to separate, each headed in our own way.<<elseif $group2 is "Henry and Mya">><<s Henry>>Can't help but feel we should've gotten a better grade. This professor doesn't know quality music.<</s>> <<s Mya>>We did well, but we could've done better honestly.<</s>> <<light Henry>>, ever the aggressive person that he is, replied to <<light Mya>>'s comment. <<s Henry>>Well why didn't you? Aren't you the star cheerleader?<</s>> Wanting to ease the tension, I interjected <<s Author>>Hey! We all did our best! We'll do better in the next one come on.<</s>> <<light Mya>> was frowning at this provocation, but seemed to bite her tongue. After everything that had transpired, maybe that was all for the best. We decided to separate, each headed in our own way.<</if>><<elseif _gradeadd gt 5>>A great performance, my overall grade saw a huge improvement, as it benefited from a <<print _gradeadd>> point jump! As we finished the class, I decided to gather with my teammates one last time. <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">>A radiant <<light Leo>> was beaming with joy: <<s Leo>>I knew we had what it takes to do something good! Great job team!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh I am so happy I got to do this with you guys! My grades are amazing thanks to this one project!<</s>> Positive vibes fill us as we go about the rest of our day, seperating and each heading in our own direction.<<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<s Samuel>>I made the right choice joining you two!<</s>> Beaming with confidence, <<light Samuel>> is all smiles. <<light Eric>> is equally happy with the outcome. <<s Eric>>Thanks for trusting me with the music guys! We did great!<</s>> Positive vibes fill us as we go about the rest of our day, seperating and each heading in our own direction.<<elseif $group2 is "Henry and Mya">><<s Henry>>I made the right choice joining you two!<</s>> Beaming with confidence, <<light Henry>> was all smiles. <<light Mya>> was equally happy with the outcome. <<s Mya>>This cheerleader knows a thing or two about music after all, huh!<</s>> Positive vibes filled us as we settled in the outcome of this project, though the memories of what it took to get there were still fresh in our minds... I could only hope whatever tension was there would not negatively influence my friendships with the both of them...<</if>><</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<else>><<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">><<goto "EvaLeo Group">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<goto "EricSamuel Group">><<elseif $group2 is "Henry and Mya">><<goto "HenryMya Group">><<elseif $group2 is "Unknown">><div id="choices">This month's project was tied to the music class, and we had to research a certain music style and create a song that respects its rules. The song that receives the most listens by the end of the month would be the one to receive the best grade. <<s professor>>There is also another half of the grade on how well this song represents the style you have chosen, whether in its lyrics or otherwise.<</s>> I was excited about the prospect of this project but did not know which team I intended to join for this month. My friendship with all of them was solid enough that I know they would immediately take me in. <<light Yara>> went up to talk to me: <<s Yara>>Have you given any thought to which team you intend to join?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly, I have no idea.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Believe it or not, I'll be joining Jerome and Jasmin in their group.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wait seriously?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah, I think spending time with Jasmin would be fun, if you catch my drift.<</s>> She winked at me. <<s Yara>>I'm not too worried about Eva with Leo, honestly.<</s>> That was an interesting development to me, but then again, it was to be expected from the eager athlete really. The choice was mine on which team to choose, whether it is: <<link "Eva and Leo">><<set $group2 to "Eva and Leo">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I have chosen to join <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> for this month's project. <<if $group1 is "Julio and Leo">>I have already worked with <<light Leo>> last month and was looking forward to join him in another project.<<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">> I have already worked with <<light Eva>> last month and was looking forward to join her in another project.<<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">>I hadn't joined either of them in last month's project and was looking forward to working with them both this time around.<</if>> There was a lot of work waiting for us as we sat down to talk about what we will be doing, and a huge problem became immediately apparent: <<s Author>>Wait neither of you knows how to write music?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I know my way with words.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes but we need more than just words to make music there's like notes and stuff no?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's fine I guess… We can always improvise and adapt stuff that are already there.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's true. Come on it shouldn't be that hard!<</s>> Despite my hesitation, I still held a strong demeanor and was looking forward to working with them both. We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EvaLeo Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>, my two close friends with matching sweet personalities; <<if $evaavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Eva's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Leo's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> or <<link "Eric and Samuel">><<set $group2 to "Eric and Samuel">><<add "Eric" 3>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">> I have chosen to join <<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>> for this month's project. Not having either of them taking the history class, I hadn't had the opportunity to work with them before and was really looking forward to it! Their clashing personalities was made immediately apparent as soon as we started talking about the project at hand: <<s Author>>How come both of you are together?<</s>> <<s Eric>>We're kind of outsiders, new students and all…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Talk for yourself. I was going to be with Jerome and Julio in their group.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Why haven't you joined them then?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to be on the same group with <<print $name>> here.<</s>> Flattered by his comment, I smiled. <<s Author>>Well either way, it's nice having both of you with me on the team. I know we'll do something good.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Do either of you play any instruments?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I play the flute<</s>> We both turn towards <<light Eric>>, somewhat startled by this new revelation. <<s Eric>>My mom got me into it when I was young, what can I say.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Hey no judgment man, you like to blow stuff it's fine.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png' ><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Laugh at the joke">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Unable to stop myself, I laugh at the joke <<light Samuel>> made at <<light Eric>>'s expense. The homosexual undertones and the way he reacts to the statement make me laugh even more. Despite being initially hurt, <<light Eric>> ends up laughing along after he sees my positive reaction. <<s Eric>>Don't go asking me to blow other instruments though!<</s>> //He could work on his repartees more…// We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Smile at the joke, reassure Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>The joke was quite funny and I give a small shuckle, but quickly use the lull in the conversation to reassure my friend: <<s Author>>That's great though! We can use that to our advantage in the creation of the song.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Or not… I don't know if a flute is really the instrument to go with…<</s>> He was right, but I wasn't about to shut <<light Eric>> down so harshly. We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Hit Samuel on the shoulder. That wasn't funny.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Giving <<light Samuel>> a small nudge on the shoulder, I reprimand him: <<s Author>>Honestly Samuel that's not funny.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Hey don't mind me trying to lighten the mood!<</s>> His joke might've been good natured, but I didn't want to create any tension in the group, we were about to spend a whole month together. However, noticing how <<light Samuel>> took my reaction to heart somewhat convinced me I made the wrong decision. //Whatever, <<light Eric>> was giving me an acknowledging look.// We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>>, polar opposites in almost every way and both new to school. <<dark "❗Content Warning❗" "Some choices could lead to NTR content.">> Or the odd coupling of <<link "Henry and Mya">><<set $group2 to "Henry and Mya">><<add "Henry" 3>><<add "Mya" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What are you two doing together?<</s>> I asked them both as I approached them. <<s Mya>>Honestly, I wanted to get to know what the new guy was about.<</s>> She spoke honestly, though something did feel out of place still about these two. <<s Henry>>I just needed a good teammate, really.<</s>> He added, <<s Henry>>Are you going to pick me up on last project's offer?<</s>> I had approached them for a reason, after all. <<s Mya>><<print $name>> has been eyeing us from across the room, don't think I haven't noticed.<</s>> She teased, <<s Mya>>Of course she's joining us.<</s>> I smiled. <<s Author>>I just have a feeling that you both need me here, honestly.<</s>> I quipped. They both nodded in agreement. I'd be the glue that keeps this team together, I felt. <<link "Let's start working!" "HenryMya Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>, who seemed so out of place that it weirdly became interesting to me. //Just like last month, I knew whichever team I would be joining I'd be stuck with for the rest of the month, and the other teams will be progressing and creating their own projects, effectively shaping its members without my influence. <<light Yara>> wanting to be on the same team with <<light Eva>> also somewhat betrayed that she had certain intentions towards my friend.//</div><</if>> <</if>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>I seriously don't know what to do, <<print $name>>. I need your help.<</s>> My friend was coming to me with a clear need, a heaviness in her eyes as she tried to maintain her composure. <<s Author>>Woah Jasmin, what is it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>It's Yara. And Jerome. They're being too much.<</s>> I knew when I saw all three of them work together that they'd end up with trouble. I felt bad for my friend as she was the victim of that conflict. <<s Jasmin>>They're both so controlling, so demanding. And it freakin irks me.<</s>> She explained. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome is being an asshole trying to make her submit to his authority, and he's using me to prove it.<</s>> It was a usual thing with the two of them, but then again, that's what <<light Jasmin>> had always been, and had allowed to happen over the course of the past year really. <<s Jasmin>>And as soon as I stand my ground and try to maintain some sort of control, Yara pops up with crazy speech that I'm not really into him and that I find her more attractive.<</s>> She added. <<s Jasmin>>I'm afraid that if I don't do something about this, we'll all get a bad grade and then my father will end up being even more forceful on me.<</s>> She expertly summed up her dilemma. <<s Jasmin>>Please, what should I do?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Aren't you dating Jerome?">><<pickup $class "JJY Jerome" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Aren't you dating Jerome?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Jasmin>>What do you mean, it's unofficial in the strictest term.<</s>> She was hesitant. <<s Author>>Well the only way you can make it official is by standing by him. I'm sure he sees you, you just need to prove it in front of others for him to accept it.<</s>> I tried explaining my point of view to her. <<s Author>>Besides, Yara constantly thinks she's in charge. It would help for her to see that maybe not everyone is fawning over her.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> smiled wide at this, a part of her buying into the proposal I was putting forward. <<s Jasmin>>I see your point. I'll make it work...<</s>> She spoke with more conviction than she'd approached me with. <<s Author>>You've got this dude. Don't hesitate.<</s>> I reassured her. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do you find her attractive?">><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<less "yarabbc" 1>><<pickup $class "JJY Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Let's be honest, do you find her attractive?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>She's a freaking athlete, <<print $name>>, of course I find her attractive!<</s>> My friend showed a bit more of her true colors. <<s Author>>Then I don't see why you're hesitating around this topic.<</s>> I said. <<s Jasmin>>Because I'm supposedly with Jerome.<</s>> <<s Author>>He's a controlling asshole, Jasmin. And Yara's all open about whatever attraction you show her. So fuck it, be yourself.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Be myself?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, Jasmin, not who you're supposed to be under certain circumstances. BE who you really are inside, and just go with that flow. You'll see that Jerome is seriously not all that.<</s>> She seemed really thoughtful as we separated then, the concepts I'd shared with her a bit tough to hear but nevertheless exactly what she needed in the moment. <<s Author>>Come on. You've got this.<</s>> I reassured her last. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Clear your own path, girl!">><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<pickup $class "JJY Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Clear your own path, girl.<</s>> I told her. <<s Jasmin>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I mean they both want to exert control over you. Simply don't let them.<</s>> I spoke with honesty, <<s Author>>You're a fantastic person, and quite honestly for the way they're both treating you, a pawn in their game, neither really deserves you.<</s>> She seemed thoughtful, though a spark now lit her eyes that wasn't there before. <<s Author>>You know it to be true, don't you?<</s>> I asked her pointedly. <<s Jasmin>>I... I do.<</s>> She said, slightly emotional, like someone has had a weight lifted off them. <<s Jasmin>>Neither deserves me, and I need to stand my ground.<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly!<</s>> I was proud of my friend, seeing her growth being so clearly put on display. <<s Author>>Come on. You've got this.<</s>> I reassured her last. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">> <<if visited() is 1>>I knew, going into this group, that I was about to face an interesting few classes, and the preparations in between. I had no idea what to expect between the clash of <<light Henry>> and <<light Mya>>, as I realized that I might be the glue that would hold this group together. I knew from the start that I had to choose how this initial crucial conversation would go. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "Lead the conversation myself">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let either of them hijack the conversation, knowing that my input would be looked over should I give them time to butt heads. As such, I was quick to speak out and start us off. <<s Author>>What an odd mix of people we have here, huh!<</s>> <<s Henry>>I'm interested in seeing how this goes for sure.<</s>> The man claimed, <<s Henry>>You're really the reason we're brought together honestly.<</s>> I smiled, knowing that he spoke truth and further acknowledging that I was essential to this team in the weeks to come. <<s Mya>>Yeah <<print $name>>, I'm sure you already have an idea on how you wanna take things.<</s>> I was going to just go for it. <<s Author>>I think introducing rap into this competition might be a smart choice.<</s>> I proposed, receiving wide smile from the both of them. <<s Henry>>Oh absolutely fantastic. I'll be the eminem of this school.<</s>> He was smiling way too wide. <<s Mya>>Bitch Cardi B is in the house, Eminem will take a backseat.<</s>> Ever the peacekeeper, I spoke up. <<s Author>>We'll all get our moment to shine, people.<</s>> <<s Henry>>I'm sure we will.<</s>> He misheard, it felt like, but <<light Mya>> didn't feel it necessary to call it out, instead just showing me she appreciated the choice made. A rap song is what we'll be creating. Let's see how it will turn out with these two around... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lead the conversation myself" "Not dominant enough (10)">><</if>> <<if $worship gte 0>><<link "Support Mya in leading the conversation">><<add "Mya" 3>><<add "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">>In the battle between the two of them, <<light Mya>> seemed like the safer bet in getting this project on track, and in creating a good outcome. <<s Author>>I'm sure the cheerleader has ideas on what this school likes.<</s>> I said, giving her the lead in the conversation. <<s Mya>>Glad you recognize that, girl!<</s>> <<s Henry>>I have ideas too.<</s>> The man tried to butt in. <<s Mya>>I'm pretty sure a rap song will be a real hit with people here.<</s>> She completely ignored him, as he shrugged hearing that statement. <<s Mya>>Creating something hip and popular, something highly lyrical, should be the way to go.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's actually a great idea.<</s>> I agreed with the statement. <<s Henry>>I was going to propose the same actually.<</s>> He was clinging on to some sort of power. <<s Mya>>Awesome, we're on the same page then.<</s>> Her claim came with a wink in my direction. I was happy to see that my support was helping her feel better. A rap song is what we'll be creating. Let's see how it will turn out with these two around... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Support Mya in leading the conversation" "Not our dynamics">><</if>> <<link "Support Henry in leading the conversation">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<add "Henry" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>New guy should have ideas, I think?<</s>> I wanted to hear what he'd come up with, his observing nature definitely being essential in figuring out what could work for the purposes of this subject. <<s Mya>>It would be interesting to hear what white guy will come up with.<</s>> She was less kind towards him, though his smile told me he liked the challenge. <<s Henry>>Easy. Following in the footsteps of my favorite artist Eminem, I think rap is the way to go.<</s>> I was just as surprised as <<light Mya>> was by that statement, seeing how this man was into rap. He never seemed the type. <<s Mya>>Your favorite artist - let alone rapper - is Eminem?<</s>> She laughed, <<s Mya>>What are you, 30?<</s>> I could see her point. <<s Henry>>He's the freakin GOAT. Are you saying no to rap?<</s>> <<s Mya>>Heck no, I was gonna suggest rap, but the best rapper is Cardi B.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hold on now Eminem is pretty good too.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Thank you <<print $name>>!<</s>> He was happy to be receiving support. <<s Henry>>Wait what do you mean pretty good?<</s>> <<s Mya>>You too? You whhite people really like your token rapper damn!<</s>> Despite the topic, it was nice how quickly the ice was broken in this trio, as I realized that this group might actually work out after all. A rap song is what we'll be creating. Let's see how it will turn out with these two around... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>>I could feel the low hum of nerves around the classroom. Phones out, beats queued, half the class pretending not to care while they all secretly did... It was group project day once more, and at my table, <<light Henry>>, <<light Mya>>, and I had to present the draft lyrics for the music video. <<light Henry>> was first to speak up, adjusting his sleeves like a rapper would, as if he had something to prove in this moment. And the way he stared at <<light Mya>>, it was clear that there indeed was something on his mind. This one was confident, as her usual self, as she awaited his words. <<s Henry>>Seeing as I love rap, I got something that could work for the first verse.<</s>> He started, <<s Henry>>Something to keep it tight, professional. Something with a bit of message, you know?<</s>> He clears his throat, calm but purposeful, preparing to give his verses. <<light Mya>> was calmly intrigued with what he was to say, as was I. <<s Henry>>Walking lines fine, stay sharp in my zone, Truth got a rhythm I can claim on my own. No spotlight needed, I move with intent, Build a verse like a case — all evidence spent.<</s>> Henry shrugs after he finishes, like it is no big deal, but his eyes flick sideways, watching for our reaction. <<light Mya>> was quick to voice her opinion. <<s Mya>>That's really cute, Henry.<</s>> She teased, half-smiling, <<s Mya>>But a music video needs an actual message, beyond attitude. People wanna feel it, not file it.<</s>> <<s Henry>>And you've got better?<</s>> He asked, pointing at the lyrics that she seemed to have sketched out in front of her. She smiled, leaning forward, her energy filling the room even before she started. <<s Mya>>Step to the beat, make the room start to glow, Confidence quiet, but it's loud when it shows. Don't need a crown just to own what's mine, I move like I mean it, on rhythm, on time.<</s>> <<light Henry>> smirked, crossing his arms. <<s Henry>>And yours has a message?<</s>> <<s Mya>>Mine has heart, which obviously yours is missing.<</s>> She claimed with confidence. Their words overlap, not sharp enough to be an argument, but charged enough to make me realize they both actually cared way more than they were letting on. To make me realize, as I glanced between them, that they wanted me to take their side, and that they wanted a clear voice to set things right. The tension I expected walking into this project was now being made apparent, my choice between the calculated tone of <<light Henry>>'s lyrics and the energetic one of <<light Mya>>'s guiding the tone for the future of the project, and these coming few weeks. <div id='choices'><<link "Use Henry's Lyrics">><<set $musicchoice to 4>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<set $lyric to 2>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "Henry" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think Henry's lyrics are a bit more... Calculated.<</s>> I said, immediately gaining a smile from him, <<s Author>>And that's what the professor will be looking for, I think.<</s>> <<light Mya>>'s frown could not be ignored. <<s Mya>>More heart could have given us more views.<</s>> She said, a claim that held some truth to it. <<s Henry>>Yeah, but the prof obviously cares more about the music itself.<</s>> The tension was still there, though it was also dissipating a bit. There was still more than the lyrics though, as we'd soon agree on. <<link "Continue" "HenryMya Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Use Mya's Lyrics">><<set $musicchoice to 6>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<set $lyric to 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Heart is what sells most.<</s>> I said, taking <<light Mya>>'s side, <<s Author>>And Mya's lyrics obviously have more of that.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Who cares? The prof will want to listen to actual lyrical choices, subtlety.<</s>> The white man claimed. <<s Mya>>Nothing subtle about whatever "line" you're threading.<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>Rap is meant to be loud.<</s>> The tension would suffuse the conversation still, but the fact that I had taken <<light Mya>>'s side gave her more confidence, and helped her lead a bit more in this trio. Lines were slowly being drawn, and I hoped it wasn't too late for me to have an actual impact on the music video. <<link "Continue" "HenryMya Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Use a mix of the two">><<set $musicchoice to 5>><<add "smarts" 1>><<set $lyric to 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think each of your styles has its merit.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>And seeing how music can explore more, especially in rap songs, why not try to find a middle ground between the two...<</s>> They both listened intently, not quite favoring my opinion but respecting it nonetheless. <<s Author>>We could have this be a clash between you two, and make it more of a battle of wills. Style versus heart and all. The difference could be something interesting.<</s>> My suggestion seemed to be the one to follow, though we'd soon realize that there would be more to the music than the lyrics. <<link "Continue" "HenryMya Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 3>>Now that the lyrics and music were done with, we needed something more to really sell our idea to a large audience, and <<light Mya>> already had something in mind. <<s Mya>>I was thinking maybe it would be best to film sort of a video clip of our song, something that we could use on social media to promote our song.<</s>> <<s Henry>>That's a great idea, though I'd rather not appear in the video myself.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Oh no need to be shy, Henry.<</s>> She tried reassuring him, <<s Mya>>You're ot my type but you're not so bad looking after all.<</s>> <<s Henry>>I'm everyone's type, Mya.<</s>> The tension between these two was ever present. <<s Author>>I don't mind it. A music video is a great idea.<</s>> I tried bringing us back to the real topic at hand. <<s Mya>>Awesome, I'm free Sunday.<</s>> She eagerly went back to it. All ready and set up, <<light Henry>> promised us he would remind us of the project Sunday morning. I was looking forward to what we could create! <<link "Move along" "GP2 JJY Scene">><<set $henrymessagepre to 2>><</link>> <<else>><<light Mya>>, <<light Henry>>, and I were watching the video that we had filmed yesterday. There was something oddly enticing about the way everything was looking, but it felt like something more was needed. We were all brainstorming about different ideas, and how to implement them, knowing that we only had a week left for us to present. <<s Henry>>I think we could try and edit this a bit differently.<</s>> The observant man had a point, <<s Henry>>Though I have no idea how to go about doing that.<</s>> <<s Mya>>I don't know, maybe we should try and talk to people instead; entice them with door-to-door marketing.<</s>> Countered <<light Mya>>. <<s Mya>>Or just pay a bit of money and boost the song, getting the views regardless.<</s>> They both had very valid ideas, but at the end of the day I had to make the decision. <div id="choices"><<if $money gte 40>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Invest in boosting">><<less "money" 40>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really pull off something of value, I decided to invest some of my own money in boosting the song, thus gathering even more views and listens on it for the upcoming week. I'm certain this will have a positive impact. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Invest in Boosting" "Money<img src='images/icons/cash.png'> lower than 40">><</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 15>><<link "Create a killer edit">><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Using my knowledge in social media trends and video editing, I decide to take over in editing the video and really give it the artistic push it needs to get it to where it needs to be. The outcome is a very well edited piece of media that I am sure will gather loads of traffic. I'm certain this will have a positive impact. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Create a killer edit" "Media Savvy<img src='images/icons/media.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "I don't really know what to do">><<replace "#choices">>Unable to come up with an adequate strategy, I was at a loss of options. I guess we'll have to leave it where it is, maybe we can do something more during the upcoming week… <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if visited() is 2 and $musicchoice lte 2>> Here we were, three friends hanging out together, music playing in the background as we enjoyed our time together. <<s Eva>>No but seriously, it's super hard!<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm sure it's much easier than you make it out to be! Come on all it takes is to apply a bit of color and that's all!<</s>> Their meaningless argument was playfully heated, <<light Leo>> teasing her for not putting any make-up to school, and her arguing against the loss of time. <<s Eva>><<print $name>> back me up here! This dude doesn't know what he's talking about.<</s>> I chuckled to myself, happy to just be there. <<s Author>>Oh please just leave me out of this.<</s>> <<s Eva>>No can do! We need to find a way to settle this!<</s>> I thought on how to end this once and for all. <div id="choices"><<link "Maybe Leo should apply make-up on you to see how hard it is.">><<pickup $evaleo "kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>How about this then. Leo tries to put make-up on you in less than 5 minutes. If he can do it then he'd have proven his point, and if not then you're in the right.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Challenge accepted. Now where's that make-up kit let's go!<</s>> Eager to get things on a roll, <<light Leo>> starts comically stretching as <<light Eva>> heads to the bathroom to pick up her make-up basics. Surprisingly, she comes up with a decent collection of items for her friend to choose from. Noticing my looks, she explains: <<s Eva>>What? I like to do it sometimes, just not every school day.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Point for me already!<</s>> He teases her, eager to get started. As I set the timer, <<light Leo>> jumps to start working on his friend's face, morphing it with the make-up. <<if $alphabeta gte 5>>Not a surprise, <<light Leo>> butchers the make-up job as he struggles to find a decent way to compliment the colors on his friend's face. The outcome is nothing short of a mockery, and we all end up laughing at what he came up with. <<s Leo>>Okay, I admit it's difficult for me because I haven't had a lot of training, but come on, you guys can definitely get something done in less than 15 minutes!<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's my point though, 15 minutes per day over a year is a whole lot of added time!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nerd.<</s>> He says affectionately, before getting hit right across the face with a pillow. <<light Eva>> is quick to continue her assault over her friend, and soon it all devolves into a fun pillow fight. <<elseif $alphabeta gte -5>>Despite his best efforts, <<light Leo>> is unable to present us with a great outcome as his many attempts to creating nice eye contours end in failure. Despite his most valiant trials, the foundation being good and all, he still hadn't been able to convincingly decorate his friend's face. <<s Author>>I'm sorry Leo, but that's not quite it...<</s>> <<s Leo>>But it's still a decent job! You both have more experience than I do, you can definitely make it work!<</s>> <<light Eva>> shakes her head. <<s Eva>>That's not the point.<</s>> <<s Eva>>5 minutes a day is equal to 35 minutes per week, and over a year that becomes 1820 minutes. That's 30 hours worth! A whole day and then some! Just applying make-up every day!<</s>> Laughing, <<light Leo>> calls out: <<s Leo>>Nerd!<</s>> <<light Eva>>is quick to retaliate, her pillow hitting him square in the face, as the whole thing immediately turns into a pillow fight, all three of us jumping around the room in laughter.<<else>><<light Leo>> definitely must've had some training before coming here, because the way he expertly starts applying his make-up shows a skill level that doesn't match what I had previosuly thought about him. His hand glides across his friend's face, allowing the make-up he applies to match her skin tone perfectly. And the sherry on top is his expert eye contour, ending in killer flair. Beyond impressed, I am startled by the end of the timing, as I admire his awesome job. <<s Eva>>So, how does it look, <<print $name>>?<</s>> Unable to speak, I simply give her the mirror to see herself in it. Her jaw literally drops. <<s Eva>>Oh my God, Leo!<</s>> His smile is wide, triumphant. <<s Eva>>Well if I had you living with me I definitely would've asked you to do my make-up for me every day!<</s>> She exclaims, and I can't help but nod in agreement. <<s Leo>>See, not that hard.<</s>> We both agree, gushing over our friend's skill. He's really grown into himself lately!<</if>> Challenge ended, we all settle down, as <<light Eva>> looks at our friend with something of a twinkle in her eyes. I excuse myself to the bathroom, feeling like giving them some time alone together after all the events of the day. These two have been great friends! Later, coming back from the toilet, I choose to spy at them from the corner. <<if $alphabeta lte -5>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kiss.jpg" max-width="100%"><<else>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kissmasc.jpg" max-width="100%"><</if>> The sweetness of the moment is not lost on me as I see my two best friends kissing. I know this was a whim that they both are fulfilling, but it's very sweet to see them locking lips like that. They're so cute! //And am I jealous?// Making some noise, I wait a bit before entering the room. They both had moved slightly away form each other, their cheeks obviously red. I elect not to mention what I saw, and we spend the next bit enjoying our time together. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $evasmarts lte 17>><<link "How about a competition? Whoever does the better make-up wins.">><<pickup $evaleo "kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's really only one way to settle this, a make-up-off!<</s>> <<s Eva>>What?<</s>> <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> Their reaction comes at the same time as they question in unison. <<s Author>>A competition. If Leo does a better job than Eva, we know that it really doesn't take much skill to apply make-up. And if Eva does better, then Leo is in the wrong.<</s>> They both look confused. <<s Author>>Enough thinking. Come on Eva, bring the stuff!<</s>> I smile at <<light Leo>> as she's out. <<s Leo>>It doesn't make sense...<</s>> <<s Author>>She'll lose the argument either way. If she does better, nothing stops her from having make-up on every day. If she does worse, it proves that it comes from her inability to apply make-up and not from what amount of time make-up actually takes.<</s>> He smiles at me, understanding my trick. <<s Author>>Either way, I need you to do your best. I am excited to see what you can do.<</s>> His smile turns into a frown as he considers what job he'll need to do. <<light Eva>> comes back with a surprising amount of make-up. <<s Eva>>If I don't use it doesn't mean I don't own it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Who starts?<</s>> He says while looking at me. <<s Author>>Both of you. You're applying make-up to yourselves.<</s>> It dawns on <<light Leo>> what the second part of my plan is, as he purses his lips, preparing himself in front of the mirror. <<s Author>>You only have 5 minutes, go!<</s>> I start the time immediately, as they both rush to apply their make-up. <<light Eva>> confidently starts putting the foundation, making sure to really cover her face, before continuing with her next step. Stealing glances at <<light Leo>> to keep track of her progress, she starts painting her face with beautiful colors that bring out her features. On the other side, <<light Leo>> is hard at work on his own make-up. <<if $alphabeta gte -5>>Despite his shortcomings, he still gives it his all as he tries to copy what his friend is doing. Despite his struggle, he eventually is able to give a semi-decent job, but a cheap copy of what <<light Eva>> is doing. <<s Author>>The winner is... Eva!<</s>> I announce to noone's surprise. <<light Eva>>, proud, speaks up: <<s Eva>>I win! Hah! That means...<</s>> <<s Leo>>That means it wouldn't take much from you to do this every day.<</s>> He cuts her off. <<s Leo>>You actually look stunning.<</s>> Having proven his point, he smiles widely, triumphant, as <<light Eva>> reels with the implications of his statement. <<s Eva>>You... You tricked me!<</s>> Grabbing a pillow next to her, she is quick to attack me with it, hitting me right in the face. I retaliate with a pillow of my own, and soon it all devolves into a beautiful fiasco of three friends playing around the room. <<else>>On the other side of the mirror, <<light Leo>> shows beautiful mastery of his craft, not minding his friend and well in the zone. Unsurprisingly for me who had been molding him these past couple of months, he exhibits deep knowledge in what to do, and expertly paints his face the way he intends to. The outcome is close, but ultimately... <<s Author>>I have to admit. Leo is the winner.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Leo>> turns to look at <<light Eva>>. <<s Leo>>See, it isn't that hard!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have to admit, you do look stunning. Maybe a bit feminine, but stunning.<</s>> Faking a gasp, <<light Leo>> laughs at his friend. <<s Leo>>Oh darling I'm flattered!<</s>> He jokes in a faux-british accent. <<light Eva>>, laughing, hits him with a pillow. <<s Eva>>Oh stop it!<</s>> Soon after, all three of us join in the pillow fight, playing around and chasing each other across the room.<</if>> Challenge ended, we all settle down, as <<light Eva>> looks at our friend with something of a twinkle in her eyes. I excuse myself to the bathroom, feeling like giving them some time alone together after all the events of the day. These two have been great friends! Later, coming back from the toilet, I choose to spy at them from the corner. <<if $alphabeta lte -5>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kiss.jpg" max-width="100%"><<else>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kissmasc.jpg" max-width="100%"><</if>> The sweetness of the moment is not lost on me as I see my two best friends kissing. I know this was a whim that they both are fulfilling, but it's very sweet to see them locking lips like that. They're so cute! //And am I jealous?// Making some noise, I wait a bit before entering the room. They both had moved slightly away form each other, their cheeks obviously red. I elect not to mention what I saw, and we spend the next bit enjoying our time together. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "How about a competition?" "Eva is too smart to fall for that.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Eva is right, end of story">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less"Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Exhaspered at the meaningless conversation, I cut it off short. <<s Author>>Eva is right, putting on make-up every day is exhausting. That's why men don't do it.<</s>> They're both stunned at my tone, but are quick to recover as the conversation drifts to other topics. Whatever spark was there between the two of them is not there anymore, but at least they didn't continue their stupid argument! <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2 and $musicchoice gte 3 and $musicchoice lte 4>> Deciding that we had collected enough footage and looking forward to edit them all, we were happy to call it a wrap for the day as we started gathering ourselves to leave the park. <<s Eric>>Hey would you guys like to come over? We can hang out at my place if you want…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I don't know, I have stuff to do…<</s>> <<s Eric>>What about you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> //I didn't have anything to do, so the choice was open for me…// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Go over to Eric's place">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Go with Samuel instead">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince Samuel to join you">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Do something with Samuel or Convince him to join" "Not close enough to him">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I'd rather do something else instead">><<less "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to waste anymore time today and preferring to spend my Sunday doing something else, I excuse myself and decide to let them both go their own way. Time to do something else now! <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 1>>/*Eva and Leo embracing individuality*/ <div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-hangout1.jpg">> Here we were, hanging out at <<light Eva>>'s house, setting up and preparing ourselves for our shoot, nervous about what we should be doing to really sell the music video. <<s Leo>>Wouldn't it have been better if we filmed this stuff in a theater? You know, this being a musical and everything…<</s>> <<s Eva>>I tried to get the school's stage but they didn't want to give it to us for something this small.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay, we'll make due with what we have here, right?<</s>> We smiled at each other, and got to work. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>There was a whole lot of ways in which we could take our music video, each celebrating individuality in a different way. And although we all agreed that the video needed a singular main focus as a celebration of individualism, we all felt like doing more, hoping we'd be able to really drive the message home. <<if $subdom gte 3>>//I feel like I have the drive in me to make them both do two different things if I wanted to.// (Domination<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> greater than 3) <<else>>//I feel like I wouldn't be able to convince them to do more than a singular storyline.// (Domination<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> lower than 3)<</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -2>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to look at the next step in our recording… <<if $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>We need to be more creative with Eva">><<add "Eva" 1>><<if $evasub gte 2 and $evasmarts lt 20>><<add "audience" 2>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No but…<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, I have just the idea.<</s>> Grabbing green paint, I started painting <<light Eva>>'s face, trying to really transform her into the mythical creature I had imagined. <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bodypaint.jpg">> After a while though, we're faced with an impasse. <<s Author>>I need you to remove your clothes.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously? Why?<</s>> <<s Author>>Having just your face be green is not enough. Come on, go in and wear something a bit more revealing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, from his end, stayed silent as he looked on. She gave him a glance. <<s Author>>Oh come on, Leo's one of us.<</s>> Sighing, <<light Eva>> went in to change into something simpler and ended up coming back with just her underwear. <<s Eva>>How's that for a change?<</s>> A stunned <<light Leo>> could not believe his eyes just looking at his close friend like that. Seeing him, <<light Eva>> decided to tease him for a bit. <<s Eva>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<light Leo>> gave smiling blush, as I started getting to work on her soft body. <<s Leo>>Let's just say I'm lucky to be on this team!<</s>> Thankfully, the awkwardness of the moment quickly gave way to smiles and fun as I went about finishing my full-body make-up (if you could even call it that). <<s Author>> There, I'm done.<</s>> Looking at herself in the mirror, <<light Eva>> felt like there was something missing and went to her closet. <<s Eva>> I have just the thing to sell this whole costume.<</s>> Coming back with a cat ears headband, <<light Eva>> stood in front of us, ready for her performance with her impressive getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-unique.jpg">> We were quick to film her acting out this mythical character that was reciting our lyrics, afraid that the paint would fade away. Immediately into character, <<light Eva>> seemed to really sell the performance, enticing the imaginary audience and giving an inspired performance. That was a success! All satisfied with her performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><<elseif $evasub gte 2>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Wouldn't doing an elf be good though? They are the "different" characters in their world, and if we are to follow your logic and the logic of the song…<</s>> I felt it would be easier to let go of the argument: <<s Author>>Okay, okay, you're right, we'll go for elf.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay great.<</s>> Smiling, I was happy to have her on board. <<s Author>>Let's get to work then!<</s>> <<s Eva>>No wait…<</s>> Not wanting to listen to her meaningless argument, I headed to her closet and started looking at her clothes, trying to find the perfect costume for her. Eventually, I settled on the ideal attire for my friend, certain it would really enhance her appearance and sell the idea we were trying to portray <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-midunique.jpg">> There was something extremely enticing about the way she looked, and <<light Leo>> was a great example of that, shyly trying to avert his gaze from her. I decided to call him out: <<s Author>>Hey come on Leo, you can look she won't bite.<</s>> Laughing, <<light Eva>> decided to join in: <<s Eva>>Not hard at least!<</s>> The mood lightened, we got to filming the scene we wanted to create, pulling all the stops to really give her character a compelling portrayal. Pretty satisfied with the performance, we were happy to confirm the performance as a success, deciding to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><<else>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Eva>>I get your points, but I'm choosing the costume.<</s>> Not giving us the time to argue or even think about it, <<light Eva>> headed into her closet looking for the costume she'd be wearing for us. A short while later, she came up with quite the awkward getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-lessunique.jpg">> <<s Leo>>What is that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>A frog, duh!<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Come on, is this not unique enough for you two? Let's get to work.<</s>> There was no denying that her getup was quite unique, as she gave her performance to the camera. While that was not the kind of mythical creature I was expecting when I suggested we dress her up, it still fulfilled the assignment, although I wasn't sure how popular such a choice would be for any audience. Somewhat satisfied with her performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</if>><</link>>(depends on her stats, might make her more submissive)<<else>><<dark "We need to be more creative with Eva" "I'm not dominant enough to do more">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>We need to be more creative with Eva">><<add "Eva" 1>><<if $evasub gte 2 and $evasmarts lt 20>><<add "audience" 2>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No but…<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, I have just the idea.<</s>> Grabbing green paint, I start painting <<light Eva>>'s face, trying to really transform her into the mythical creature I had imagined. <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bodypaint.jpg">> After a while though, we're faced with an impasse. <<s Author>>I need you to remove your clothes.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously? Why?<</s>> <<s Author>>Having just your face be green is not enough. Come on, go in and wear something a bit more revealing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, from his end, stayed silent as he looked on. She gave him a glance. <<s Author>>Oh come on, Leo's one of us.<</s>> Sighing, <<light Eva>> went in to change into something more simplem and ended up coming back with just her underwear. <<s Eva>>How's that for a change?<</s>> A stunned <<light Leo>> could not believe his eyes just looking at his close friend like that. Seeing him, <<light Eva>> decided to tease him for a bit. <<s Eva>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<light Leo>> gave smiling blush, as I started getting to work on her soft body. <<s Leo>>Let's just say I'm lucky to be on this team!<</s>> Thankfully, the awkwardness of the moment quickly gave way to smiles and fun as I went about finishing my full-body make-up (if you could even call it that). <<s Author>> There, I'm done.<</s>> Looking at herself in the mirror, <<light Eva>> felt like there was something missing and went to her closet. <<s Eva>> I have just the thing to sell this whole costume.<</s>> Coming back with a cat ears headband, <<light Eva>> stood in front of us, ready for her performance with her impressive getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-unique.jpg">> We were quick to film her acting out this mythical character that was reciting our lyrics, afraid that the paint would fade away. Immediately into character, <<light Eva>> seemed to really sell the performance, enticing the imaginary audience and giving an inspired performance. That was a success! All satisfied with her performance, we decided to look at the next step in our recording… <<if $alphabeta lte -2 and $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 3>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "I'm not dominant enough to do more.">><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><<elseif $evasub gte 2>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Wouldn't doing an elf be good though? They are the "different" characters in their world, and if we are to follow your logic and the logic of the song…<</s>> I felt it would be easier to let go of the argument: <<s Author>>Okay, okay, you're right, we'll go for elf.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay great.<</s>> Smiling, I was happy to have her on board. <<s Author>>Let's get to work then!<</s>> <<s Eva>>No wait…<</s>> Not wanting to listen to her meaningless argument, I headed to her closet and started looking at her clothes, trying to find the perfect costume for her. Eventually, I settled on the ideal attire for my friend, certain it would really enhance her appearance and sell the idea we were trying to portray <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-midunique.jpg">> There was something extremely enticing about the way she looked, and <<light Leo>> was a great example of that, shyly trying to avert his gaze from her. I decided to call him out: <<s Author>>Hey come on Leo, you can look she won't bite.<</s>> Laughing, <<light Eva>> decided to join in: <<s Eva>>Not hard at least!<</s>> The mood lightened, we got to filming the scene we wanted to create, pulling all the stops to really give her character a compelling portrayal. Pretty satisfied with the performance, we were happy to confirm the performance as a success, ready to move on to the next step. <<if $alphabeta lte -2 and $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 3>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "I'm not dominant enough to do more.">><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><<else>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Eva>>I get your points, but I'm choosing the costume.<</s>> Not giving us the time to argue or even think about it, <<light Eva>> headed into her closet looking for the costume she'd be wearing for us. A short while later, she came up with quite the awkward getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-lessunique.jpg">> <<s Leo>>What is that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>A frog, duh!<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Come on, is this not unique enough for you two? Let's get to work.<</s>> There was no denying that her getup was quite unique, as she gave her performance to the camera. While that was not the kind of mythical creature I was expecting when I suggested we dress her up, it still fulfilled the assignment, although I wasn't sure how popular such a choice would be for any audience. Somewhat satisfied with her performance, we looked at the next steps in our recording… <<if $alphabeta lte -2 and $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 3>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "I'm not dominant enough to do more.">><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</if>><</link>>(depends on her stats, might make her more submissive) <<if $subdom lte -2>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let them come up with something">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting to go through the hassle of coming up with an idea and preferring to take the backseat with this, I decided to allow them the space to come up with the right idea for our music video. <<s Leo>>I think we could do something expressive, emotive, theatrical…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Or, we could do something of an adaptation, since after all we're creating a music video and not a performance.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I like that idea, what do you think, <<print $name>><</s>> <<s Author>>That sounds good to me.<</s>> After a lot of give and take, the decision was made that <<light Leo>> and I would be the ones acting out the scene, as we got to work on singing the lyrics as <<light Eva>> held the camera. She seemed to find something was off. <<s Eva>>I don't know you guys, something is definitely missing in this, don't you think?<</s>> She had a point after all, there was not this certain level of pizzazz that I would've wanted my music video to have. <<s Leo>>I have an idea.<</s>> <<light Leo>> chimed in. <<s Leo>>What if we are more vulnerable? Show the differences more?<</s>> Intrigued, <<light Eva>> urged him on. <<s Eva>>How do you think we could do that?<</s>> <<s Leo>>We wear some sort of matching clothing.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have no such thing.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Underwears?<</s>> Stunned at the suggestion, I was at a loss for words. <<light Eva>> jumped at the opportunity. <<s Eva>>That would work out. Let me see what we have.<</s>> Running out, she headed for her parents' bedroom, leaving us behind. <<s Author>>I don't know-<</s>> Immediately cut off by my friend, he further explained his point: <<s Leo>>It's about being vulnerable, showing sides of us that people haven't seen. Come on, I am sure you'll do great like that.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to come back with her different clothing options, urging us to put on whatever fit us most. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<if $alphabeta gte 3>><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-model3.jpg">> Dressed in our sleek matching new underwear, we were both looking really fine as we stood there in front of <<light Eva>>'s camera, acting out the words and being overall attractive. It was at this moment that <<light Leo>> felt like it was needed to add his own personal touch to the project, and started commanding me on what to do. I felt compelled to follow his lead, eager to listen to his guidance and willing to put myself on the line for the performance. At a certain moment, he whispered a <<s Leo>>Good girl<</s>> in my ear, giving me immediate butterflies. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Succumb to my horny feelings">><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unaware of my body's natural reactions, I felt myself softening up in his embrace, allowing him to gain some control over me as he placed me the way he wanted me to. There was something oddly exciting about being led like that, and I felt compelled to follow his masculine lead. Opening my eyes, I could see <<light Eva>> was equally interested in what was happening, almost sad not to be joining in on the action. The heat in the air was unmistakable. <<light Leo>> suddenly decided to call it quits, choosing to stop the action and announcing the end, going to dress back up. <<light Eva>> and I were left in our heat, trying to grasp what just happened and understand where that leaves us. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control myself">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to just let go like that, especially since there was a camera filming me and all my reactions, I decided to give myself some breathing room and control my emotions. Yes, it was enticing, and yes, he was attractive, but I couldn't let myself be drifted by some odd fantasies. <<light Eva>>, on the other hand, was watching us with rapt attention, filming our every move as we played along to the song. It was fun showing off for her like that, and I knew we'd be having some good footage. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $arousal gte 70>><<dark "Reprimand him" "I'm too horny to do that.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Reprimand him">><<less "open" 2>><<less "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This was getting too far, and I had to draw the line. Softly pushing him away, I decide to call it quits at that moment, preferring to end the filming as it made me quite uneasy. <<s Leo>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>If I went along with the action doesn't mean I'm into it or into you, Leo. I'm just doing this for the film.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know, I just…<</s>> <<s Author>>Do better. Being a man means respecting women and their bodies, not being a creep like that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I… It wasn't about being a man… I'm sorry <<print $name>> I never meant to offend or hurt you.<</s>> I took a breather. <<s Author>>It's okay… Just don't do this again okay, you're better than this masculinity bullshit.<</s>> Taking my comment to heart, he let his head hang as he coped with my reaction. <<light Eva>> was looking on with startled attention, her excitement of a few minutes ago all but gone. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<elseif $alphabeta lte -3>><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-model1.jpg">> Dressed in our sexy pink matching underwear, <<light Leo>> and I were following <<light Eva>>'s orders, listening to her directions and trying our best to follow the rhythm of the music. The proximity between the both of us was oddly exciting, and <<light Leo>>'s soft skin felt great against mine, as we played along in character. I felt compelled to follow <<light Eva>>'s lead, listening to her orders as she kept directing us, pushing our limits. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Succumb to my horny feelings">><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Melting into his feminine touch and allowing myself to drift into fantasy, deciding to simply follow <<light Eva>>'s lead, I started fantasizing as we softly and almost imperceptibly grinded against each other. It didn't go unnoticed to <<light Eva>> who kept filming every angle with her expert lens, and her presence just added so much to the tension that was being felt. She further encouraged <<light Leo>> to embrace the feminine part as she guided him towards more feminine poses. And then, all of the sudden, it was all done as she decided to call it a wrap, throwing us both a curved ball as we reeled from our obvious excitement. <<light Leo>>'s underwear were showing a beautiful little tent as he excused himself to the bathroom, and I could feel myself getting slightly damp. //This was hot for sure.// <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control myself">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to just let go like that, especially since there was a camera filming me and all my reactions, I decided to give myself some breathing room and control my emotions. Yes, it was enticing, and yes, he was femininely attractive, but I couldn't let myself be drifted by some odd fantasies. <<light Eva>>, on the other hand, was watching us with rapt attention, filming our every move as we played along to the song. It was fun showing off for her like that, and I knew we'd be having some good footage. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Reprimand her">><<less "open" 2>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Someone had to put their foot down, and despite how fun things were I wasn't willing to whore myself to the camera so obviously. <<s Author>>I think that's enough guys, let's wrap it up.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Are you sure? We're getting some awesome footage here.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am pretty sure, Eva. This has gone far enough. And if it turns you on then maybe you should be the one grinding against this sissy.<</s>> Both stunned at my reaction, they rushed to apologize. <<s Leo>>I'm sorry I overstepped, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.<</s>> Leo seemed especially hurt by my last comment, and rushed to apologize, further proving my point. <<s Eva>>You're right. Let's call it a wrap and simply all relax.<</s>> All of us took a moment to breathe, and feeling guilty, I decided to speak up. <<s Author>>Sorry, this was just really intense.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't worry. It's all good.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I am quite feminine, aren't I?<</s>> We all laugh at his comment, teasing him for a bit before deciding to wrap things up. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-model2.jpg">> Dressed in our sexy matching underwear, <<light Leo>> and I were following <<light Eva>>'s orders, listening to her directions and trying our best to follow the rhythm of the music. As he improvised for a bit more, I found it easy to follow his lead as he took things to natural heights. The proximity between the both of us was oddly exciting, and <<light Leo>>'s skin felt great against mine, as we played along in character. I felt compelled to follow both of their leads, listening to <<light Eva>>'s orders as she kept directing us, pushing my limits, and trying to keep up with <<light Leo>>'s improvisations. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Succumb to my horny feelings">><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Melting into his electric touch and allowing myself to drift into fantasy, deciding to simply follow <<light Eva>>'s lead and his guidance, I started fantasizing as we softly and almost imperceptibly grinded against each other. It didn't go unnoticed to <<light Eva>> who kept filming every angle with her expert lens, and her presence just added so much to the tension of the scene as she concentrated on the differences in our bodies. And then, all of the sudden, it was all done as they decided to call it a wrap, throwing us both a curved ball as we reeled from our obvious excitement. <<light Leo>>'s underwear were showing a beautiful tent as he excused himself to the bathroom, and I could feel myself getting slightly damp. //This was hot for sure.// <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control myself">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to just let go like that, especially since there was a camera filming me and all my reactions, I decided to give myself some breathing room and control my emotions. Yes, it was enticing, and yes, he was unconventionally attractive, but I couldn't let myself be drifted by some odd fantasies. <<light Eva>>, on the other hand, was watching us with rapt attention, filming our every move as we played along to the song. It was fun showing off for her like that, and I knew we'd be having some good footage. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Reprimand them">><<less "open" 2>><<less "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Someone had to put their foot down, and despite how fun things were I wasn't willing to whore myself to the camera so obviously. <<s Author>>I think that's enough guys, let's wrap it up.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Are you sure? We're getting some awesome footage here.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am pretty sure, Eva. This has gone far enough. And if it turns you on then maybe you should be the one grinding against them.<</s>> Both stunned at my reaction, they rushed to apologize. <<s Leo>>I'm sorry I overstepped, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.<</s>> Leo seemed especially hurt by me turning them down. <<s Eva>>You're right. Let's call it a wrap and simply all relax.<</s>> All of us took a moment to breathe, and feeling guilty, I decided to speak up. <<s Author>>Sorry, this was just really intense.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't worry. It's all good.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know I'm no looker, but come on!<</s>> He grins at me. We all laugh at his comment, teasing each other for a bit before deciding to wrap things up. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let them come up with something" "Not submissive enough">><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 2>>/*Eva and Leo conforming*/ <div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-hangout1.jpg">> Here we were, hanging out at <<light Eva>>'s house, setting up and preparing ourselves for our shoot, nervous about what we should be doing to really sell the music video. <<s Leo>>Wouldn't it have been better if we filmed this stuff in a theater? You know, this being a musical and everything…<</s>> <<s Eva>>I tried to get the school's stage but they didn't want to give it to us for something this small.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay, we'll make due with what we have here, right?<</s>> We smiled at each other, and got to work. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>There was a lot of different ways we could take our music video, each portraying the idea of conformity in a different way, and each giving the story a whole different aspect. The choice was ours on which way we'd be following, knowing that each was too time-consuming and would take most of our time to implement: <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Eva suggests we all dress up the same in these weird costumes she found">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Bringing in these odd looking costumes that she had found in her home's attic, <<light Eva>> was excited to have us all try them on and see how they felt on us. <div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone1.jpg">> I was the first to have one of these weird-looking costumes on, quickly followed suit by <<light Eva>>, as we stood there to look at ourselves in the mirror. <<s Author>>These are definitely weird costumes!<</s>> The black of the material contrasted well against the light of the things around us, and dressed in our odd garbs we were quick to come up with a storyline that fitted our weird costumes. <<light Leo>>, although hesitant at first, also joined us in our performance, playing the kind of brainwashed characters that we all wanted to portray. <<s Eva>><<print $name>> you look a bit stiff. Let go, join the hive!<</s>> She was joking, laughing while having fun, but I felt like maybe she was right. Was I willing to relax enough to play this odd character? <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Relax and let go">><<add "audience" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone3.jpg">> Closing my eyes, I allow myself to drift into that beautiful space where I forget my mind and simply listen to what my emotions are telling me to do. Taken with these beautiful sentiments, I float on these waves, barely registering orders before I carry them out. <<light Eva>>'s controlling voice has a positive effect on my psyche as I find comfort in simply following her orders. //One of the masses…// These costumes are amazing, feeling especially beautiful on my body, the way they grasp my every curve turning me on immensely. I can't contain myself as I allow myself to act out my horny sentiments, as I grind- I am pulled from my reverie as <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> call me by name, helping me out of my trance. It feels odd being back, but I'm glad I was able to do this with trusted friends. <<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone4.jpg">> They show me the footage we have taken, and I am stunned to find what seems to be a fourth person sharing the screen with us. <<s Author>>Who is that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have no idea…<</s>> I find it disconcerting how she seems as clueless as I am, as we shockingly look at the footage. Laughing, she moves on from the prank: <<s Eva>>I had no idea you were this involved in what was happening. I added a fourth costume between us for this shot to make it look like that!<</s>> Laughing at the awkwardness of the situation, I find myself raptly watching my very convincing performance. I'm sure people will like this music video! <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Try to let go">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone3.jpg">> There was something oddly fetishistic in what we were doing, yet I wanted to allow myself the room to really portray this brainwashed character. Trying my best to join their portrayal, I find myself drifting in and out of consciousness, subtly being taken to a land of dreams before being pulled back as soon as one of them yells <<s Eva>>cut!<</s>> <<light Eva>>'s controlling voice has a positive effect on my psyche as I find comfort in simply following her orders during the takes. The trance-like music we have on also helps in transporting me, in waves, into this new character's psyche. At one point, <<light Eva>> gets the genius idea to bring in an additional costume to make it seem like we are more than shows, really selling the idea. I complacently stay in character as she adds them to the shot. <<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone4.jpg">> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>This is just a job">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone2.jpg">> Deciding to keep my composure, I elect to give myself more of a directing role, attempting to lead the action in a direction that better suits me rather than "losing myself to the part". Eventually, due to my inability to join them in their shenanigans fully, we decide to add some sketches and mockups we find on the internet to make up for the scene we are creating. Although somewhat of a disappointment, we still have a decent music video to share and to further work on tomorrow. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>>(Dronification) <<if $evasub gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Maybe we could transform Eva into the epitome of femininity, conforming her">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<if $yaramessagepre is 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 3>><</if>><<replace "#continue">>Earlier today, in making my way here, I think back to <<light Yara>>'s desire to be joining <<light Eva>> on the team, and the reason behind it. It has been obvious recently that my sporty friend has some sort of plans for my nerdy one, yet I haven't really been able to pinpoint exactly what she wanted to do with her… An idea floats through my mind as I look at my attractive friend <<light Eva>> through <<light Yara>>'s eyes. There would be something extremely enticing in making her conform to the image of what beauty is in our society, helping <<light Yara>>'s vision of what our friend should be. Driven by these emotions and wanting to bring out a beauty that she has never experienced, I formulate my idea to my friends: <<s Author>>How about we do a makeover?<</s>> <<s Eva>>A makeover?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes. I dress you up and give you the make-up treatment you deserve and you act out the main character who finds joy in following the status-quo. What do you think?<</s>> <<s Eva>>That sounds interesting. How about we both do that?<</s>> Her proposal is legitimate, but I didn't know how to feel about this. Watching was good enough. Did I want to join? <<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Accept her proposal and join her">><<add "audience" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Deciding that she might have a point, I accept her proposal to join her in her portrayal and we start to get to work on ourselves, trying to bring out a great, compliant look. Almost fighting for most vapid, we each reveal ourselves to <<light Leo>> at the end of it, who is stunned by our attractive appearances: <img src='images/classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook.jpg' height='500em' title='Eva'><img src='images/classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook2.jpg' height='500em' title='Me'></center> Praising our appearances, he guides us as he starts filming the two of us, as we each give our best to follow his directions and give the most convincing portrayal of brainwashed bimbos. //It really would be easier to just follow orders in life…// <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bimboth.jpg">> What we create is an absolutely riveting piece of art, as in our competition we both gave very convincing portrayals, confident that this music video will find a definite success. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Better it be only her">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook.jpg">> Opting out, and deciding to use her as the only model, I immediately get to work in transforming her into a great image of femininity and complacency, helping her embrace a more submissive posture and coaching her through it all. A great model and an even greater submissive, she dutifully follows our directions as we tell her what to do and guide her as our talent. The immaculate vibes carry over as she checks the footage, stunned by her great performance. <<s Leo>>You did really great, Eva!<</s>> Blushing, she takes the compliments we shower her with to heart, happy to have accepted this decision. //A bit vapid, but that was kind of the point, no?// I can't help but feel that there is something lacking. Wish I was courageous enough to join her in this portrayal… <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte 4>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Maybe Leo would be a better addition?">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Deciding that she might have a point, but not willing to bite the bullet myself, I suggest <<light Leo>> plays the part instead: <<s Author>>What if <<light Leo>> is the other bimbo instead? It shows yet another level of complacency regardless of sex!<</s>> <<light Eva>> enthusiastically agrees to the idea, while <<light Leo>> remains a bit hesitant. <<s Author>>Come on, Leo! I know you'll look amazing wearing pink, feminine clothing… It's all for the part.<</s>> <<s Leo>>All for the part…<</s>> Dressing them up and applying their make-up, I later reveal them to one another: <center><img src='images/classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook.jpg' height='500em' title='Eva'><img src='images/classes/music-project/leo-bimbo.jpg' height='500em' title='Leo'></center> Beyond attractive, the two of them are quick to inhabit their parts, as I expertly guide them through their performance and bring them to their best image, happy to be their director as they grow into their parts and start really acting vapid and gullible. Their closeness and chemistry is undeniable as they let go of prejudices and simply play the parts they were given very convincingly. It is a joy seeing them so comfortable in their skins for once! The footage will be great to edit in class tomorrow, and I am sure our choices will help bring in a larger audience. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Maybe Leo would be a better addition?" "He's not feminine enough">><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Maybe we could transform Eva into the epitome of femininity, conforming her" "She's not submissive enough">><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We could all aim to be the same, by changing Leo to look more like us">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">>An idea formed in my mind, and I don't really know if it was the reason why I joined this group in the first place or why I accepted to follow that "conformity" path, but I decided this was a great time to push <<light Leo>> further along in his transformation. <<s Author>>Alright, I have the perfect idea!<</s>> <<s Eva>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well we both agree that the odd person out here and right now is Leo.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What did I do?<</s>> I laughed at his cute reaction. <<s Author>>Nothing yet, that's the problem.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm confused.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's easy. I intend to make you look more like us, a true replica, and in doing so show how someone simply follows the society they're placed in.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Wow! That's a great idea!<</s>> Confused, <<light Leo>> tries to gather more information from me: <<s Leo>>And how do you intend to do that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Simple, really. We'll shave your legs and film us all matching in our feet. You're already as soft as we are, I'm sure it won't be so difficult!<</s>> Jumping to action, <<light Eva>> grabs <<light Leo>>'s hand and brings him with her to the toilet, where she picks out the items for him to use. Not willing to make a big deal out of it, or probably excited to see where this would take us, <<light Leo>> accepts her help and starts removing his leg hair. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-legshaving.jpg">> Slowly but methodologically getting rid of this masculine aspect, he eventually allows us to help him with the tricky parts, and ends up beautifully shaved, almost feminine in appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-legsshaved.jpg">> The outcome is a beautiful appearance that we all smile at. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Tease him for a bit">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding I cannot miss this opportunity to drive the point home, I choose to tease <<light Leo>> even more, tracing my fingers across his legs and complimenting him: <<s Author>>Doesn't this feel great, natural, normal?<</s>> He shudders at the touch, a small whimper escaping his mouth. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-legsshaved2.jpg">> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let's just get to work">><<replace "#choices">>I don't want to lose time. <</replace>><</link>></div> Moving on from this, we all decide the best way to start that shoot is to lay in bed and compare our legs, throwing them up against the headboard. The imagery is immediately enticing, attractive beyond words. The idea might have even gotten lost somewhere as we start noticing that we might be too similar to truly sell the idea that there are male legs between us… //Oh well!// <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> are both enjoying the fun times together, excited as they rub their feet together seductively for the camera. <<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-legs.png">> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We could all aim to be the same, by changing Leo to look more like us" "He's not feminine enough">><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 3>>/*Samuel and Eric Commercial Pop*/ <div id="continue"><img src="images/locations/park2.jpg" width="100%" position="center"> Grouped in the park and ready to start filming, <<light Samuel>>, <<light Eric>> and I were trying to figure out how to film this scene in the best way possible, knowing that people were starting to gather in that space a bit more and therefore might create some problems for us. <<s Samuel>>I say we go to one of the lesser-known places of the park. Someplace where we can have some privacy.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Aren't these places dangerous though?<</s>> The worry on <<light Eric>>'s face was unmistakable, and I felt the same regarding these dangerous locations that I've heard so much of. <<s Samuel>>Nonsense, you've got me so there's nothing to worry about.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know…<</s>> Hesitation apparent, <<light Eric>> turned to me, trying to get me to join him in protest. <<s Author>>Are we sure that it's safe to go there? What if someone attacked us or something?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Honestly you two, why would someone attack us? We're just students filming a small project there. Nothing more.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a point…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>And as I said, worst case, y'all have me. I'll talk to them and sort things out if it comes to that.<</s>> He made a strong argument, but it was ultimately my decision whether or not to risk it in such places. <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Stay here">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting to risk going to such untravelled locations, and afraid of what might be waiting for us there, I decided to stick to this more common and more traveled location, despite it contrasting with the idea for our music video. Safety was more important than a singular university project, I felt. <<s Author>>Okay, let's just set up here and get to work. The sooner we finish the less we might clash with these people while filming.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Taking our places in the middle of this wide space, we immediately got to shooting <<light Samuel>> in front of the camera, getting his parts as rapper in this song. As we got to seeing the footage we had filmed, <<light Samuel>> pointed out a thing he had noticed: <<s Samuel>>I know it's asking a lot, but I do believe that me being alone here doesn't help with the story and to sell the idea of the video clip.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What do you suggest? Both of us are the musicians in this one, we better be together…<</s>> He was referring to him and myself as I was faking playing an instrument. <<s Samuel>>All rappers have girls around them playing the part of eye-candy. And let's be honest, <<print $name>> would look really good dancing around me as I sing.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know… That would change a lot in the story…<</s>> A decision had to be made quickly, we didn't have time to lose over this argument. <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I'd rather play my instrument">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to put myself in such a compromising position, especially in such a public space, I decide to go with <<light Eric>> and follow the original plan, denying <<light Samuel>>. Our friend goes back for another take as a rapper, singing to the camera, as <<light Eric>> and I direct him on what to do. <center> <img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-alone.jpg" width="80%"></center> Later, <<light Eric>> and I find another location to act out our scenes, a beautiful duet in the middle of an active park. Although the footage is not the best we could've gotten, we're confident we got what we needed for the day. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Convince Eric that Samuel is right">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Willing to make some personal sacrifices for a better outcome in the video clip, I decide to accept <<light Samuel>>'s offer and agree to his proposal. But I needed <<light Eric>> to be on board. <<s Author>>He's right, Eric. The more we work together the better it is. These shots are what will sell the film.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What about our shots though?<</s>> <<s Author>>You'll be the highlight of those, Eric! The artist behind the music!<</s>> I could see a smile forming on his lips. He was in. I rush <<light Samuel>> over to the front of the camera, ready to play the characters we just received. <<light Eric>> starts recording us. <<light Samuel>> is quick to take control of the situation, starting his rap and groping me here and there, getting really into character. Allowing myself to be taken by the activity, I decide to play the part I have accepted fully, an eye-candy to his dominant presence. At one point, he whispers to me: <<s Samuel>>People are watching, don't mind them. Go all out and the music video will look great.<</s>> Looking around, I see the people walking by as they notice our filming, and feel the heat of their eyes on me. Dare I push it more and give this dominant man what he wants, or should I refrain myself from going with my animalistic instincts? <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go all out">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty.jpg" height="100%"></center> Taken by the naughtiness of it all and excited about what might come out of something like that, I decide to allow <<light Samuel>> more control over my body, as I help him remove his shirt and grind against him. <<light Eric>>, watching along, tries following us with his camera, capturing the action as we continue our naughty action with one another next to almost strangers. The naughtiness of it all starts getting to me as I feel myself heating up, grinding against this superior man as he manhandles me entirely, a truly impressive image for the music video we're creating. Following his lead, I demurely listen to <<light Samuel>> as he takes me to an even more public space, playing with my body for the camera as <<light Eric>> watches on in rapt attention. <<picmid "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty2.jpg">> The feeling of control he has over me, the excitement of it all, the naughtiness of the action, all combine and grow to bring out a submissive nature I haven't felt before. I felt hot and bothered, and was sure to be spending fun times later tonight in bed. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control Myself">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center> <img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-tame.jpg" height="100%"></center> Not willing to push myself to the limit like that, shy, embarrassed maybe, I decided to just give a demure public performance, accepting only what needed to be done in order to get a good music video. The outcome is quite convincing after all as we all look at the footage we had collected, people still giving us side glances as they settle in for the day. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Samuel is right">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Willing to make some personal sacrifices for a better outcome in the video clip, I decide to accept <<light Samuel>>'s offer and agree to his proposal. As <<light Eric>> tries to argue against it, I rush <<light Samuel>> over to the front of the camera, and order my white friend to start recording. <<light Samuel>> is quick to take control of the situation, starting his rap and groping me here and there, getting really into character. Allowing myself to be taken by the activity, I decide to play the part I have accepted fully, an eye-candy to his dominant presence. At one point, he whispers to me: <<s Samuel>>People are watching, don't mind them. Go all out and the music video will look great.<</s>> Looking around, I see the people walking by as they notice our filming, and feel the heat of their eyes on me. Dare I push it more and give this dominant man what he wants, or should I refrain myself from going with my animalistic instincts? <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go all out">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty.jpg" height="100%"></center> Taken by the naughtiness of it all and excited about what might come out of something like that, I decide to allow <<light Samuel>> more control over my body, as I help him remove his shirt and grind against him. <<light Eric>>, watching along, tries following us with his camera, capturing the action as we continue our naughty action with one another next to almost strangers. The naughtiness of it all starts getting to me as I feel myself heating up, grinding against this superior man as he manhandles me entirely, a truly impressive image for the music video we're creating. Following his lead, I demurely listen to <<light Samuel>> as he takes me to an even more public space, playing with my body for the camera as <<light Eric>> watches on defeated. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty2.jpg" width="80%"></center> The feeling of control he has over me, the excitement of it all, the naughtiness of the action, all combine and grow to bring out a submissive nature I haven't felt before. I felt hot and bothered, and was sure to be spending fun times later tonight in bed. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control Myself">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center> <img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-tame.jpg" max-height="100%"></center> Not willing to push myself to the limit like that, shy, embarrassed maybe, I decided to just give a demure public performance, accepting only what needed to be done in order to get a good music video. The outcome is quite convincing after all as we all look at the footage we had collected, people still giving us side glances as they settle in for the day. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5 or $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's go there">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#continue">>There was a decision that needed to be made, a grade that needed to be had, and a thrill that needed to be fulfilled. Throwing caution to the side, I felt compelled to accept <<light Samuel>>'s proposal, feeling safe with the two of them to discover areas I have only heard of in the past. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/ericsamuel-walkinpark.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<s Eric>>Isn't this one of these other locations that the mafia had control over?<</s>> We were walking towards our destination side by side when <<light Eric>> decided to speak up and ask his questions. <<s Samuel>>From what I've heard, these are just rumors.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure about that…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I know I'm new to town, but people talk. The mafia didn't have that big of an influence in these parts.<</s>> I was skeptical about <<light Samuel>>'s information. <<s Author>>What if this is only a rumor you heard?<</s>> Teasing the big guy, I laughed as I saw him trying to counter my argument. <<s Samuel>>Regardless, I think you will be happy to see that it is now safe to be there, whether there was a mafia that ran the place or not.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I hope you're right. My mom would kill me if something happened to us.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Settling ourselves in a secluded area far from the mainstream eye, we find ourselves taking position in a somehow decrepit location, odd-looking with a weird stench. The location is fascinating to see as we discover all the beautiful art on the walls there and explore everything that it has to offer with <<light Eric>>'s camera. The tension is palpable in the air, as I keep looking around me to make sure we aren't being followed or bothered. <<s Samuel>>Don't worry. I'm here.<</s>> Sensing my uneasiness, <<light Samuel>> puts his arm around me, trying to comfort me as Eric keeps filming the corners of the location with the camera. <<s Samuel>>Alright, time for you to take your spot in front of the camera, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/player-display.jpg" height="500em"></center> Taking my place in front of the camera in my skimpy clothing (that's the rap style I guess), I start shyly acting out the part for my friends, allowing <<light Eric>> to shoot me as I play around in the location, entranced by the place and the style that we are going for. <<light Samuel>> keeps directing me as I follow his lead. Shortly thereafter, our noise seems to grab the attention of someone nearby, who approaches us, still looking from a distance. Still respecting the distance, he keeps looking at us as I stand there, afraid of what might happen. Neither of my friends notice his presence, but I know he's there. <<s Samuel>>Alright, <<print $name>>. What we have is good, but I think you can do more. Come on, give me everything you got!<</s>> //He doesn't see him!// <div id="choices2">Unsure of what I should do, I think of the different options I have: <<if $subdom gte 5 or $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Keep acting for the camera and the stranger to see">><<add "open" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting caution and shame aside, I start my naughty dance in front of the stranger, wanting for him to see me act out the character I am playing for him. I somehow even ignore the device and my friend, putting effort in turning on this relative stranger, and surprise myself with the actions I begin taking. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden.jpg">> Jutting out my ass to the camera, I look back and notice the naughty observer rubbing his pants as he looks at me from where he is, entranced in my performance. The power I feel over his reactions is intoxicating, as I start shaking my ass to the beat of the imaginary music, followed closely by my male colleagues. Loving the attention, the naughtiness of the whole thing, the taboo aspect of it all, I keep going until <<light Samuel>> calls it off after a while, congratulating me on my performance. As I look to the trees where the stranger had been observing, I notice him missing, and feel somewhat sad (relieved? I'm not sure) about his disappearance. <<light Eric>> additionally praises my performance, neither of them aware of the taboo I just broke, or the effect it has been having between my legs. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep acting for the camera and the stranger to see" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> or open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Point out the stranger and let them deal with it">><<replace "#choices2">>I stop acting for the camera, not wanting to risk any more of the action. As they both frustratingly try to understand my reaction, I point out the stranger to them: <<s Author>>I don't think we should keep going.<</s>> The stranger, taking this as his cue to intervene, walks forward to talk: <<s Bekham>>Don't mind me y'all. Keep doing what you were.<</s>> Stunned, I look at my friends for guidance. <<light Samuel>> jumps to the occasion: <<s Samuel>>You heard the guy. Let's keep going.<</s>> <<light Eric>>, sensing my uneasiness, speaks up as well. <<s Eric>>Maybe it's better if we take the action someplace else.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>No. This is the perfect spot for us. Come on <<print $name>>, you can do this!<</s>> <div id="choices3">Was I willing to put myself on the line like that for the project? In front of a complete stranger? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Follow Samuel's lead">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices3">>I look into <<light Samuel>>'s eyes, and something about his confidence and the way he looks at me stirs a silent feeling inside. Throwing caution to the side, and trusting his leadership, I start slowly going back into character as I allow myself to forget about the stranger, instead concentrating on the camera in front of me. <<s Samuel>>Start rolling.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden.jpg">> Putting my body on the line, I start revealing more and more of myself to the camera, as I follow <<light Samuel>>'s leadership. His voice, strong, commanding, reassuring, guides me as I continue to tease not only the camera but also the perfect stranger who had slowly been approaching us. <<light Eric>>, still holding the camera and watching me through its lens, is as stunned as I am when both <<light Samuel>> and the stranger approach me from both sides of the frame. <<s Samuel>>Just follow our lead, don't think about it too much.<</s>> I trust him, and keep at my dance, revealing more and more. <<s Bekham>>Girl you're hot.<</s>> The man's breath travels across my skin as he gets dangerously close to me, and I feel myself get goosebumps all over my soft body, ready to submit and listen to their commands. <<light Samuel>> pushes me further, his hands traveling across my skin as he grabs hold of my top. Slowly, confidently, he pulls it down, revealing my nipples to the camera and a stunned <<light Eric>> who does nothing but watch and record. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden2.jpg">> The excitement is immense, as I mindlessly allow them free reign over my body, revealing myself like a common- <<s Eric>>Hey guys maybe it's best if we stop…<</s>> I don't know whether I should curse or thank my old friend as he pulls me out of my reverie, breaking the unmistakable sexual tension that we were all feeling. <<s Samuel>>You're right.<</s>> Turning to the stranger, <<light Samuel>> continues: <<s Samuel>>Hope you liked that, dude.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Very much. Girl you're more than welcome here anytime!<</s>> I blush as I gather myself and put my clothes back on, somewhat still excited about the whole thing, and considering the offer despite the wrongness of it all. <<s Author>>You're welcome.<</s>> Taking our leave, we all decide to leave the stranger behind as we head away from the secluded location, proud of the footage we had collected. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Have Eric do something">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices3">>Looking at <<light Eric>>, I implore him with my eyes to do something about the stranger since <<light Samuel>> obviously doesn't want to get involved. Sighing, <<light Eric>> folds: <<s Eric>>Okay, how much do you want?<</s>> The stranger is put off by his request. <<s Eric>>How much for you to leave?<</s>> My friend reiterates himself. <<s Bekham>>I wanna see her body, that's how much I want.<</s>> Assessing the person in front of him, <<light Eric>> pulls out a 50 bill from his pocket. <<s Eric>>I'll pay you 50. Is that good enough?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> wants to intervene, but is cut off shortly by the unnamed person in front of us. <<s Bekham>>Make that a 100 and I'll take my leave.<</s>> An unmistakable smile forms on his face. As <<light Eric>> turns to look at me, his decision is quickly made when he sees me imploring him with my eyes still. He sighs and pulls out another 50 from his wallet. Taking courageous steps towards the stranger, he hands over the money with confidence. <<s Eric>>Now if you'll excuse us, we have work to do.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You won't even see me the whole day. I know exactly where I am spending those.<</s>> Leaving us alone, the stranger walks away, money in hand and a huge smile on his face. I'm sure my boobs wouldn't have brought him this much joy. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>That dealt with, <<light Samuel>> is quick to retake control, tanking <<light Eric>> for his action and ordering him to go back to filming. I breathe a small thank you to <<light Eric>> before going back to my performance. Not as excited as before but slowly getting back into the groove, I allow myself to be directed by <<light Samuel>> as I perform yet again for the recording device. Excited, I slowly find myself pushing my limits, despite still looking around to make sure the stranger is not there to observe me undressing myself so publicly. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden.jpg">> While my arousal does arrive, although a bit late, I feel relieved to be doing this with trusted individuals, thankful for <<light Eric>> dealing with the stranger. As we decide to end our shoot and rest for the day, I can feel myself relieved from the end of it all, yet excited it actually happened. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Better leave">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "audience" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>Very uneasy with the whole situation, and feeling particularly vulnerable in such a location, I decide to call it quits. <<picmid "classes/music-project/player-rejection.jpg">> <<s Author>>No let's just go.<</s>> Collecting ourselves and our items, we all leave this secluded place for someplace brighter, to the frustration of <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>It could have worked out. Why are you such a prude?<</s>> I felt hurt by his comment, but thought it better not to answer him. <<s Samuel>>Now we don't have enough footage for the music video.<</s>> <<light Eric>>, wanting to help and defend me, speaks up: <<s Eric>>It's okay. We'll make do with what we have.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yeah right.<</s>> Obviously angry at the turn of events, <<light Samuel>> bids us farewell and goes his own way. I decide to separate from <<light Eric>> as well. <<s Author>>Sorry about this whole thing.<</s>> <<s Eric>>It's okay. I don't understand how he expected you to do stuff like that, let alone in front of a complete stranger!<</s>> Compassionate as always, he helps me calm down before we each go our separate way. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's go there" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> or open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 4>>/*Samuel and Eric Instrumental Artistic*/ <div id="continue"><center><img src="images/locations/park2.jpg" width="100%"></center> Grouped in the park and ready to start filming, <<light Samuel>>, <<light Eric>> and I were trying to figure out how to film this scene in the best way possible, knowing that people were starting to gather in that space a bit more and therefore might create some problems for us. <<s Samuel>>I say we go to one of the lesser-known places of the park. Someplace where we can have some privacy.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Aren't these places dangerous though?<</s>> The worry on <<light Eric>>'s face was unmistakable, and I felt the same regarding these dangerous locations that I've heard so much of. <<s Samuel>>Nonsense, you've got me so there's nothing to worry about.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know…<</s>> Hesitation apparent, <<light Eric>> turned to me, trying to get me to join him in protest. <<s Author>>Are we sure that it's safe to go there? What if someone attacked us or something?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Honestly you two, why would someone attack us? We're just students filming a small project there. Nothing more.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a point…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>And as I said, worst case, y'all have me. I'll talk to them and sort things out if it comes to that.<</s>> He made a strong argument, but it was ultimately my decision whether or not to risk it in such places. <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Stay here">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting to risk going to such untravelled locations, and afraid of what might be waiting for us there, I decided to stick to this more common and more traveled location, despite it contrasting with the idea for our music video. Safety was more important than a singular university project, I felt. <<s Author>>Okay, let's just set up here and get to work. The sooner we finish the less we might clash with these people while filming.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Setting up in the middle of a commonly visited hill collected us a few stares as <<light Eric>> had started training on his flute while <<light Samuel>> and I set up the camera. The vibes were good between the three of us, but eventually we noticed a small issue with our setup, as we pressed record. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/eric-mv-alone.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<light Eric>> was surprisingly good with the flute, gathering attention a bit easier than expected, which meant people were constantly blocking off the camera to watch him play. And while it would have looked good for a common video, it didn't work as a music video. //Damn his talent!// Eventually we settle for a decent shot, despite it not bringing us the footage we were hoping for. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5 or $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's go there">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#continue">>There was a decision that needed to be made, a grade that needed to be had, and a thrill that needed to be fulfilled. Throwing caution to the side, I felt compelled to accept <<light Samuel>>'s proposal, feeling safe with the two of them to discover areas I have only heard of in the past. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/ericsamuel-walkinpark.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<s Eric>>Isn't this one of these other locations that the mafia had control over?<</s>> We were walking towards our destination side by side when <<light Eric>> decided to speak up and ask his questions. <<s Samuel>>From what I've heard, these are just rumors.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure about that…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I know I'm new to town, but people talk. The mafia didn't have that big of an influence in these parts.<</s>> I was skeptical about <<light Samuel>>'s information. <<s Author>>What if this is only a rumor you heard?<</s>> Teasing the big guy, I laughed as I saw him trying to counter my argument. <<s Samuel>>Regardless, I think you will be happy to see that it is now safe to be there, whether there was a mafia that ran the place or not.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I hope you're right. My mom would kill me if something happened to us.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/classes/music-project/eric-instrumentalmv.jpg" width="100%"></center> Having set up in a secluded area of the park, not commonly visited and quite at a distance, we had <<light Eric>> center-camera as <<light Samuel>> was directing him, telling him what to do. <<s Samuel>>That's it, give me more emotions!<</s>> Leading the charge, <<light Samuel>> gave his orders, as <<light Eric>> followed his lead. There was something oddly appealing about seeing that happen. After that shot, <<light Samuel>> chooses to change tact: <<s Samuel>>Now we'll film you from the back as you play your flute. I need you to give it your all, and don't turn. The emotions need to show through your body language.<</s>> Despite it being odd, <<light Eric>> simply listened to him and followed his lead, setting up with his instrument as <<light Samuel>> led me and the camera to behind our talent. <<s Samuel>>Now we have around 3 minutes before he turns back again.<</s>> He whispers in my ear. <<s Samuel>>What will you do about it?<</s>> It was obvious that <<light Samuel>> wanted to play around. Why else would he have pushed for us to get there? The question was whether I was ready or not to fool around myself. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Ignore his approach">><<add "audience" 2>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not ready to engage in these games, I decide to turn my back to him and keep supporting my friend <<light Eric>>, directing him to give more emotion, and overall improving the outcome of the footage we're collecting. This no doubt infuriates <<light Samuel>>, who, as soon as the shot is taken, decides to call it a day. <<s Samuel>>Well, that was good enough. Good job Eric.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Thanks!<</s>> We each end up going our seperate way, and I feel saddened that I didn't have the courage to do something about the attractive guy's offer. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Start kissing him">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices">>Attracted to the impressive person in front of me and wanting to fool around for a bit, knowing that the odds of us being found out are close to none, I slowly inch closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as I bring myself to him. Following my lead, and equally excited, he grabd my waist, pulling me closer to him. <<s Samuel>>You're so hot.<</s>> His whisper sends shivers down my spine as I see his eyes devouring my lips, ready to pounce on me. <<s Eric>>What?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Nothing, Eric! Keep going.<</s>> I laugh at the awkwardness of the situation, but as he turns his eyes back towards me, his attack is almost immediate, lips crashing against mine. Overwhelmed, I struggle to keep up, his tongue explorative as his expertise shows. His forceful, domineering style is a huge turn-on as I try to match his energy, slowly finding myself back on track. <<if $totalsex gte 10>>Soon, I truly find my footing, distracting him with a roaming hand down his frontside, exploring the front of his pants. This has the effect of slowing him down as the pant he elicits gives me the opening I need to lead a kissing assault of my own. The heat of the moment also getting to me, I could feel my womanhood dampen.<<else>>Lost in the sensations and simply following his lead, I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker in the knees, overwhelmed by the sentiment. It didn't help that his exploring hands were rubbing me in all the right places, keeping me up as I felt my panties dampen a bit.<</if>> In the background, <<light Eric>> kept playing his flute, a beautiful accompaniement to this naughty stolen kiss. As he neared the end of his rendition, <<light Samuel>> and I seperated from each other, still looking at one another in the eyes. <<s Eric>>So how was that?<</s>> Catching my breath, and still looking at the hunk in front of me, I speak up. <<s Author>>That was great.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yes it was.<</s>> We smile at each other, and <<light Eric>>, unaware of what had happened, smiles with us. //God Samuel is amazing.// Eventually, we each go our seperate way, as the memories of this naughty encounter play in my mind. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Start kissing him" "I don't like him like that.">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte -8>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Follow his lead">><<add "audience" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Eager to please, and excited at the naughty prospects of such an encounter, I whisper back: <<s Author>>What do you want me to do about it?<</s>> Smiling, he pounces on me, turning me around and groping my breasts from behind. The sudden attack makes me gasp, as I try to deal with the sensations suddenly coursing through my body. <<s Eric>>Is everything alright?<</s>> My soft gasp must have alarmed him. I was quick to answer: <<s Author>>All good, Eric. Just keep playing.<</s>> Whispering in my ear as his chin now rested against my exposed shoulder, <<light Samuel>> sounded off: <<s Samuel>>Good girl.<</s>> His words sent shivers down my spine, as I felt my nipples hardening, his expert hands softly rubbin gthem across my top. Moans escaped my mouth, and wanting to conceal their cause from the unaware <<light Eric>>, I softly said: <<s Author>>Yes... That's it.<</s>> Eager to please, and now wanting to perform even better, <<light Eric>> continued his music as the black guy behind me allowed his other hand to drift south towards my skirt, slowly snaking its way underneath. Resting over my panties, his hand expertly starts rubbing my mound, the other also snaking its way under my top, explorative. The sensations overwhelming, I lose myself in the moment, knees bucking as I allow myself to rest against his muscular body, forgetting my friend's tune and trying to match <<light Samuel>>'s breathing. The intense buildup however, reaches a stopping point, as <<light Eric>> plays his final few notes. Letting go of my body, <<light Samuel>> adjusts himself, leaving me to deal with my disheveled clothing and panting stature all on my own. I could feel his soft chuckle as I rushed to fix myself before our friend turned towards us. <<s Eric>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<light Eric>>, having turned now, looked at me as he asked his question. I tried to control my breathing as I turned towards <<light Samuel>>. <<s Author>>Yes, that was amazing!<</s>> <<light Eric>>, despite feeling something was off, couldn't help but smile at the compliment, unaware that he wasn't its recipient. //What a naughty thought!// Eventually, we each had to go our seperate way. I couldn't wait for class tomorrow when we got to see the footage we collected! <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow his lead" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's go there" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> or open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <<else>><<pic Mya>><</pic>> Sunday light spilled through the blinds of <<light Mya>>'s apartment, bright enough to make the dust look like glitter. <<light Henry>>'s tripod stood in the middle of the living room; cables, lyric sheets, and ambition scattered everywhere. <<s Mya>>Damn Henry, that's one heck of an expensive camera!<</s>> <<light Mya>> made an apt, adequate comment. <<s Mya>>How can you afford it?<</s>> This was the day we were supposed to film the video - the real thing - but already, I could sense a fault line forming between them. <<s Henry>>That's not kind to ask.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Mya>>Jeez alright white boy!<</s>> She laughed, though I could see that the joke didn't land as well with <<light Henry>>, who paced near his camera, adjusting its angle for the third time. <<s Henry>>I'll handle direction, so I don't need to be in the frame.<</s>> His tone was even, professional. It wasn't about nerves; it was about control. Like being seen might undo something he'd built quietly inside himself, his observational nature ever present. <<light Mya>> leaned against the back of the couch, watching him. <<s Mya>>Oh come on, Henry. It's a group effort, people will expect to see you.<</s>> <<s Henry>>It's seriously unnecessary.<</s>> He claimed instead. He avoided her eyes; the kind of avoidance that meant there was more behind it. Her, instead, looked at me for help. "Say something, <<print $name>>." <div id='choices'><<if $musicchoice lte 5>><<link "Henry has lyrics, he has to be a part of it">><<add "audience" 1>><<less "Henry" 2>><<add "Mya" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey it's only fair, Henry.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>you have lyrics in the song, you have to be a part of it.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Fucking hell.<</s>> He said, <<s Henry>>I'll do it, but you can't show my face.<</s>> <<light Henry>> cursed, seeing the tables turn on him. <<s Mya>>How the fuck are we supposed to do that?<</s>> <<light Mya>> asked. <<s Henry>>Figure it out. I'll edit out anything that shows my face.<</s>> His claim was hearty and I knew he was serious about it. <<s Mya>>Alright, big boy, let's see what you've got.<</s>> The head cheerleader was quick to direct him in front of his camera, guiding his actions as he stood there and started "rapping". <<pichalf "classes/music-project/henrymya-his.jpg">> The music playing from the speakers, <<light Henry>> held such a powerful attitude, acting out the role of a gangster to perfection, emulating their behaviors, and even taking all their small manerisms, like how they'd grope the front of their pants like their members wouldn't fit.. <<light Mya>> followed his movements with the camera, and I could see her lick her lips in concentration as she got to work, though a part of me couldn't help but imagine that the lick meant more... <<s Mya>>Alright my turn!<</s>> She claimed, breaking me out of this reverie to pull me into the next one. <<light Mya>> was quick to stand in front of the camera, to start her part in the song. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/henrymya-her.jpg">> Moments later, we'd filmed that passage, and <<light Henry>> looked thoughtful at the footage on his screen. His eyes flashed, the kind of lighting up that only happens when a new idea storms one's mind. <<s Henry>>I know... We need sensuality. Sexuality.<</s>> He said, <<s Henry>>That's what will catch people's attention.<</s>> He had a point, though I had my fear of what he was going to suggest next. <<s Mya>>Don't say it.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Oh come on, you're a freakin cheerleader, act like it.<</s>> He said, a sound argument, <<s Henry>>You should dance for the camera, move, twerk. That should bring out something pretty cool out of it.<</s>> He claimed. <<light Mya>> was not entirely offended by it all, though she did look towards me for my opinion on the matter... <div id='choices2'><<link "I agree with Henry, Mya should twerk">><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Henry is right... Maybe you should twerk.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Besides, it's only fair since he accepted to rap in the song.<</s>> <<s Mya>>You naughty girl. You only want to see my ass bounce!<</s>> She teased as she got into position, accepting the logic behind the claim. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk.mp4">> <<light Henry>> smiled and winked at me, before moving to his camera to take his footage. And I watched along as the head cheerleader got to work, her ass bouncing in its seductive motions, moving in front of the camera, and obviously creating more of a selling point for out final product. It was enticing, beautiful, exciting. And so, when <<light Mya>> stopped, looking back at me and seeing me stare, she couldn't help herself: <<s Mya>>How about you join me, <<print $name>>?<</s>> She asked, <<s Mya>>I'm sure we can get some beautfully innocent twerking out of you.<</s>> <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk2.mp4">> I had never twerked before in my life, and I was now about to be filmed doing that. <<s Mya>>Don't worry, I'll teach you.<</s>> She claimed. It sure was an opportunity to get closer to my friend. <div id='choices3'><<link "It's only fair I twerk too!">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I didn't need to answer the request, my weakened disposition answer enough. <<s Mya>>Come on over.<</s>> She said to me as I dutifully followed her lead, like moth to the beautiful flame that was my friend. And I moved closer, enticed to shed come clothing, preparing me in a vulnerable yet enticing position. <<s Mya>>You'll need to control those cheeks, girl.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Mya>>Make sure that you're embracing that innermost feeling.<</s>> Her explanation was engaging, as I listened intently. <<s Mya>>Your body knows how to move. It knows the small twitches that make twerking, or shaking your ass, good.<</s>> Her voice was far too alluring, <<s Mya>>Listen to it.<</s>> I listened, and soon, I was shaking my ass in all the right ways. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerkme.mp4">> <<s Mya>>That's it babe!<</s>> Her encouragement was music to my ears, <<s Mya>>Keep it up.<</s>> Compared to <<light Mya>>'s enthusiastic twerking, mine was more tame, sensual... Though from the tent in <<light Henry>>'s pants, and the lecherous way <<light Mya>> was looking at me... It was exactly what was needed for the project. <<s Henry>>Perfection.<</s>> The white man finally whisepered as we stopped filming for the day, and I could see him get excited about it all. <<s Henry>>Who knew we'd come up with something like this?<</s>> He asked, smiling at us. <<s Mya>>I'm sure you were betting on it.<</s>> The head cheerleader teased, <<s Mya>>Otherwise why would you have joined this team?<</s>> <<light Henry>> smiled at her. <<s Henry>>You got me there!<</s>> He teased, laughing. With all our contributions, we were sure that our project would be our most successful one by far. And we were thrilled for it. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "I'm not twerking, Mya is more than enough">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>Yeah no, I'm not doing that... Mya is more than enough.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Damn girl... I appreciate the sentiment but now I feel more seen.<</s>> <<s Henry>>I thought that's what cheerleaders are about.<</s>> The white man teased, and I swear I could see <<light Mya>> shy away from the challenge, for once. <<s Henry>>I'm kinda frustrated that we're both in the music video and you're not though, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He added. I didn't care, for in that moment, my reluctance to put my body on the line only helped extend <<light Henry>>'s arrogance, and deepen <<light Mya>>'s insecurity... //Maybe it wasn't a bad choice after all!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not twerking" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Mya should twerk, but not because Henry asked it.">><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm not saying it's because Henry asked for it, but sensuality does sell. If you feel like it, maybe you should twerk.<</s>> I said to her, looking at her intently. She smiled, as if seeing something in this I didn't know was there. <<s Mya>>You naughty girl. You only want to see my ass bounce!<</s>> She teased as she got into position, taking that opportunity just to toy with me. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk.mp4">> <<light Henry>> smiled and winked at me, before moving to his camera to take his footage. And I watched along as the head cheerleader got to work, her ass bouncing in its seductive motions, moving in front of the camera, and obviously creating more of a selling point for out final product. It was enticing, beautiful, exciting. And so, when <<light Mya>> stopped, looking back at me and seeing me stare, she couldn't help herself: <<s Mya>>How about you join me, <<print $name>>?<</s>> She asked, <<s Mya>>I'm sure we can get some beautfully innocent twerking out of you.<</s>> <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk2.mp4">> I had never twerked before in my life, and I was now about to be filmed doing that. <<s Mya>>Don't worry, I'll teach you.<</s>> She claimed. It sure was an opportunity to get closer to my friend. <div id='choices3'><<link "It's only fair I twerk too!">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I didn't need to answer the request, my weakened disposition answer enough. <<s Mya>>Come on over.<</s>> She said to me as I dutifully followed her lead, like moth to the beautiful flame that was my friend. And I moved closer, enticed to shed come clothing, preparing me in a vulnerable yet enticing position. <<s Mya>>You'll need to control those cheeks, girl.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Mya>>Make sure that you're embracing that innermost feeling.<</s>> Her explanation was engaging, as I listened intently. <<s Mya>>Your body knows how to move. It knows the small twitches that make twerking, or shaking your ass, good.<</s>> Her voice was far too alluring, <<s Mya>>Listen to it.<</s>> I listened, and soon, I was shaking my ass in all the right ways. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerkme.mp4">> <<s Mya>>That's it babe!<</s>> Her encouragement was music to my ears, <<s Mya>>Keep it up.<</s>> Compared to <<light Mya>>'s enthusiastic twerking, mine was more tame, sensual... Though from the tent in <<light Henry>>'s pants, and the lecherous way <<light Mya>> was looking at me... It was exactly what was needed for the project. <<s Henry>>Perfection.<</s>> The white man finally whisepered as we stopped filming for the day, and I could see him get excited about it all. <<s Henry>>Who knew we'd come up with something like this?<</s>> He asked, smiling at us. <<s Mya>>I'm sure you were betting on it.<</s>> The head cheerleader teased, <<s Mya>>Otherwise why would you have joined this team?<</s>> <<light Henry>> smiled at her. <<s Henry>>You got me there!<</s>> He teased, laughing. With all our contributions, we were sure that our project would be our most successful one by far. And we were thrilled for it. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "I'm not twerking, Mya is more than enough">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>Yeah no, I'm not doing that... Mya is more than enough.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Damn girl... I appreciate the sentiment but now I feel more seen.<</s>> <<s Henry>>I thought that's what cheerleaders are about.<</s>> The white man teased, and I swear I could see <<light Mya>> shy away from the challenge, for once. <<s Henry>>I'm kinda frustrated that we're both in the music video and you're not though, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He added. I didn't care, for in that moment, my reluctance to put my body on the line only helped extend <<light Henry>>'s arrogance, and deepen <<light Mya>>'s insecurity... //Maybe it wasn't a bad choice after all!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not twerking" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Mya doesn't have to do this">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "Mya" 2>><<less "Henry" 3>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Mya doesn't have to do this.<</s>> I said, receiving immediate gratefulness from the woman in question. After all, she was strong and independent, and was up to making her own choices! <<s Henry>>Hey fuck that shit! I have to put myself on the line but she doesn't?<</s>> The man cursed. <<s Mya>>We've both done the same thing, we rapped our parts.<</s>> <<light Mya>> called him out, <<s Mya>>What more do you want?<</s>> The tension was back, stronger than ever. <<s Author>>Hey guys, let's just calm down-<</s>> <<s Henry>>Fuck it, I'll find some online footage for it.<</s>> He was already packing his items. <<s Henry>>Thanks for nothing!<</s>> With that, he was already rushing through the door, frustrated and angry at the entire situation. And the tension would suffuse my day still. We all left uneasy, realizing that in being so ingrained in our opinions, we'd lost sight of the overall project... Maybe I should have held more compassion towards <<light Henry>>'s contributions? <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Henry has lyrics, he has to be a part of it" "He doesn't.">><</if>> <<link "We can't push someone to do something they don't want to do">><<add "Henry" 1>><<less "Mya" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We're not pushing someone to do something they don't want to do.<</s>> I said, taking <<light Henry>>'s side in this. The man smiled, while <<light Mya>> simply scoffed. <<s Mya>>Very well, Let's start with my rap.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/music-project/henrymya-her.jpg">> Moments later, we'd filmed that passage, and <<light Henry>> looked thoughtful at the footage on his screen. His eyes flashed, the kind of lighting up that only happens when a new idea storms one's mind. <<s Henry>>I know... We need sensuality. Sexuality.<</s>> He said, <<s Henry>>That's what will catch people's attention.<</s>> He had a point, though I had my fear of what he was going to suggest next. <<s Mya>>Don't say it.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Oh come on, you're a freakin cheerleader, act like it.<</s>> He said, a sound argument, <<s Henry>>You should dance for the camera, move, twerk. That should bring out something pretty cool out of it.<</s>> He claimed. <<light Mya>> was not entirely offended by it all, though she did look towards me for my opinion on the matter... <div id='choices2'><<link "I agree with Henry, Mya should twerk">><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Henry is right... Maybe you should twerk.<</s>> <<s Mya>>You naughty girl. You only want to see my ass bounce!<</s>> She teased as she got into position. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk.mp4">> <<light Henry>> smiled and winked at me, before moving to his camera to take his footage. And I watched along as the head cheerleader got to work, her ass bouncing in its seductive motions, moving in front of the camera, and obviously creating more of a selling point for out final product. It was enticing, beautiful, exciting. And so, when <<light Mya>> stopped, looking back at me and seeing me stare, she couldn't help herself: <<s Mya>>How about you join me, <<print $name>>?<</s>> She asked, <<s Mya>>I'm sure we can get some beautfully innocent twerking out of you.<</s>> <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk2.mp4">> I had never twerked before in my life, and I was now about to be filmed doing that. <<s Mya>>Don't worry, I'll teach you.<</s>> She claimed. It sure was an opportunity to get closer to my friend. <div id='choices3'><<link "It's only fair I twerk too!">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I didn't need to answer the request, my weakened disposition answer enough. <<s Mya>>Come on over.<</s>> She said to me as I dutifully followed her lead, like moth to the beautiful flame that was my friend. And I moved closer, enticed to shed come clothing, preparing me in a vulnerable yet enticing position. <<s Mya>>You'll need to control those cheeks, girl.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Mya>>Make sure that you're embracing that innermost feeling.<</s>> Her explanation was engaging, as I listened intently. <<s Mya>>Your body knows how to move. It knows the small twitches that make twerking, or shaking your ass, good.<</s>> Her voice was far too alluring, <<s Mya>>Listen to it.<</s>> I listened, and soon, I was shaking my ass in all the right ways. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerkme.mp4">> <<s Mya>>That's it babe!<</s>> Her encouragement was music to my ears, <<s Mya>>Keep it up.<</s>> Compared to <<light Mya>>'s enthusiastic twerking, mine was more tame, sensual... Though from the tent in <<light Henry>>'s pants, and the lecherous way <<light Mya>> was looking at me... It was exactly what was needed for the project. <<s Henry>>Perfection.<</s>> The white man finally whisepered as we stopped filming for the day, and I could see him get excited about it all. <<s Henry>>Who knew we'd come up with something like this?<</s>> He asked, smiling at us. <<s Mya>>I'm sure you were betting on it.<</s>> The head cheerleader teased, <<s Mya>>Otherwise why would you have joined this team?<</s>> <<light Henry>> smiled at her. <<s Henry>>You got me there!<</s>> He teased, laughing. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "I'm not twerking, Mya is more than enough">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>Yeah no, I'm not doing that... Mya is more than enough.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Damn girl... I appreciate the sentiment but now I feel more seen.<</s>> <<s Henry>>I thought that's what cheerleaders are about.<</s>> The white man teased, and I swear I could see <<light Mya>> shy away from the challenge, for once. My reluctance to put my body on the line only helped extend <<light Henry>>'s arrogance, and deepen <<light Mya>>'s insecurity... //Maybe it wasn't a bad choice after all!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not twerking" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Mya should twerk, but not because Henry asked it.">><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>It's not because Henry's asking for it, but... Maybe you should twerk.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Sensuality and owning our beauty would sell, I think.<</s>> <<s Mya>>You naughty girl. You only want to see my ass bounce!<</s>> She teased as she got into position. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk.mp4">> <<light Henry>> smiled at me, though I didn't do it to his benefit, before moving to his camera to take his footage. And I watched along as the head cheerleader got to work, her ass bouncing in its seductive motions, moving in front of the camera, and obviously creating more of a selling point for out final product. It was enticing, beautiful, exciting. And so, when <<light Mya>> stopped, looking back at me and seeing me stare, she couldn't help herself: <<s Mya>>How about you join me, <<print $name>>?<</s>> She asked, <<s Mya>>I'm sure we can get some beautfully innocent twerking out of you.<</s>> <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk2.mp4">> I had never twerked before in my life, and I was now about to be filmed doing that. <<s Mya>>Don't worry, I'll teach you.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Mya>>Help you embrace your own sensuality.<</s>> It sure was an opportunity to get closer to my friend, and learn more about myself in one fell swoop. <div id='choices3'><<link "It's only fair I twerk too!">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<add "Henry" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I didn't need to answer the request, my weakened disposition answer enough. <<s Mya>>Come on over.<</s>> She said to me as I dutifully followed her lead, like moth to the beautiful flame that was my friend. And I moved closer, enticed to shed come clothing, preparing me in a vulnerable yet enticing position. <<s Mya>>You'll need to control those cheeks, girl.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Mya>>Make sure that you're embracing that innermost feeling.<</s>> Her explanation was engaging, as I listened intently. <<s Mya>>Your body knows how to move. It knows the small twitches that make twerking, or shaking your ass, good.<</s>> Her voice was far too alluring, <<s Mya>>Listen to it.<</s>> I listened, and soon, I was shaking my ass in all the right ways. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerkme.mp4">> <<s Mya>>That's it babe!<</s>> Her encouragement was music to my ears, <<s Mya>>Keep it up.<</s>> Compared to <<light Mya>>'s enthusiastic twerking, mine was more tame, sensual... Though from the tent in <<light Henry>>'s pants, and the lecherous way <<light Mya>> was looking at me... It was exactly what was needed for the project. <<s Henry>>Perfection.<</s>> The white man finally whisepered as we stopped filming for the day, and I could see him get excited about it all. <<s Henry>>Who knew we'd come up with something like this?<</s>> He asked, smiling at us. <<s Mya>>I'm sure you were betting on it.<</s>> The head cheerleader teased, <<s Mya>>Otherwise why would you have joined this team?<</s>> <<light Henry>> smiled at her. <<s Henry>>You got me there!<</s>> He teased, laughing. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "I'm not twerking, Mya is more than enough">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>Yeah no, I'm not doing that... Mya is more than enough.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Damn girl... I appreciate the sentiment but now I feel more seen.<</s>> <<s Henry>>I thought that's what cheerleaders are about.<</s>> The white man teased, and I swear I could see <<light Mya>> shy away from the challenge, for once. My reluctance to put my body on the line only helped extend <<light Henry>>'s arrogance, and deepen <<light Mya>>'s insecurity... //Maybe it wasn't a bad choice after all!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not twerking" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "If Mya twerks, Henry should be part of it too.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Okay, if Mya twerks then you should be part of the music video as well.<</s>> I claimed with confidence, looking at <<light Henry>> with my challenge. <<s Henry>>Hey that's irrelevant.<</s>> <<s Mya>>I agree. I'll do it if you join.<</s>> <<light Mya>> <div id='choices3'><<if $open gte 50>><<link "Sure, I'll twerk too!">><<add "audience" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Mya" 2>><<add "Henry" 2>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>You're on.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Fuck. I didn't expect you'd accept.<</s>> <<light Henry>> cursed, seeing the tables turn on him. <<s Mya>>It's okay big boy. We'll start with you to make sure you don't back off.<</s>> The head cheerleader was quick to direct him in front of his camera, guiding his actions as he stood there and started "rapping". <<pichalf "classes/music-project/henrymya-his.jpg">> The music playing from the speakers, <<light Henry>> held such a powerful attitude, acting out the role of a gangster to perfection, emulating their behaviors, and even taking all their small manerisms, like how they'd grope the front of their pants like their members wouldn't fit.. <<light Mya>> followed his movements with the camera, and I could see her lick her lips in concentration as she got to work, though a part of me couldn't help but imagine that the lick meant more... <<s Mya>>Alright my turn!<</s>> She claimed, breaking me out of this reverie to pull me into the next one. <<s Mya>>Don't stare too hard though guys. I'm sure this whole agreement is a wet dream for all of us.<</s>> //Not all of you... all of us...// <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk.mp4">> My mind didn't remain with that thought for long, as I witnessed <<light Mya>> at work in her twerking. <<light Henry>> smiled and winked at me, before moving to his camera to take his footage. And I watched along as the head cheerleader got to work, her ass bouncing in its seductive motions, moving in front of the camera, and obviously creating more of a selling point for out final product. It was enticing, beautiful, exciting. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerk2.mp4">> And so, when <<light Mya>> stopped, looking back at me and seeing me stare, she couldn't help herself: <<s Mya>>How about you join me, <<print $name>>?<</s>> She asked, <<s Mya>>I'm sure we can get some beautfully innocent twerking out of you.<</s>> I had never twerked before in my life, and I was now about to be filmed doing that. <<s Mya>>Don't worry, I'll teach you.<</s>> She claimed. It sure was an opportunity to get closer to my friend. <<s Mya>>Come on over.<</s>> She said to me as I dutifully followed her lead, like moth to the beautiful flame that was my friend. And I moved closer, enticed to shed come clothing, preparing me in a vulnerable yet enticing position. <<s Mya>>You'll need to control those cheeks, girl.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Mya>>Make sure that you're embracing that innermost feeling.<</s>> Her explanation was engaging, as I listened intently. <<s Mya>>Your body knows how to move. It knows the small twitches that make twerking, or shaking your ass, good.<</s>> Her voice was far too alluring, <<s Mya>>Listen to it.<</s>> I listened, and soon, I was shaking my ass in all the right ways. <<vid "classes/music-project/henrymya-twerkme.mp4">> <<s Mya>>That's it babe!<</s>> Her encouragement was music to my ears, <<s Mya>>Keep it up.<</s>> Compared to <<light Mya>>'s enthusiastic twerking, mine was more tame, sensual... Though from the tent in <<light Henry>>'s pants, and the lecherous way <<light Mya>> was looking at me... It was exactly what was needed for the project. <<s Henry>>Perfection.<</s>> The white man finally whisepered as we stopped filming for the day, and I could see him get excited about it all. <<s Henry>>Who knew we'd come up with something like this?<</s>> He asked, smiling at us. <<s Mya>>I'm sure you were betting on it.<</s>> The head cheerleader teased, <<s Mya>>Otherwise why would you have joined this team?<</s>> <<light Henry>> smiled at her. <<s Henry>>You got me there!<</s>> He teased, laughing. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Sure, I'll twerk too!" "Not open enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not doing this.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>I... No. I'm not doing it.<</s>> <<s Henry>>Well fuck, we don't have a music video.<</s>> The man cursed. <<s Mya>>That's because you're not willing to put yourself out there, Henry.<</s>> <<light Mya>> called him out. The tension was back, stronger than ever. <<s Henry>>Fuck it, I'll find some online footage for it.<</s>> He was already packing his items. <<s Henry>>Thanks for nothing!<</s>> We all left uneasy, realizing that in being so ingrained in our opinions, we'd lost sight of the overall project... Maybe I needed to be more courageous about this whole thing... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Mya doesn't have to do this">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "Mya" 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Mya doesn't have to do this.<</s>> I said, receiving immediate gratefulness from the woman in question. After all, she was strong and independent, and was up to making her own choices! <<s Henry>>Well fuck, we don't have a music video.<</s>> The man cursed. <<s Mya>>That's because you're not willing to put yourself out there, Henry.<</s>> <<light Mya>> called him out. <<s Mya>>At least I did the singing part!<</s>> The tension was back, stronger than ever. <<s Henry>>Fuck it, I'll find some online footage for it.<</s>> He was already packing his items. <<s Henry>>Thanks for nothing!<</s>> We all left uneasy, realizing that in being so ingrained in our opinions, we'd lost sight of the overall project... Maybe I needed to be more courageous about this whole thing, more lenient in what I'd see <<light Mya>> or <<light Henry>> do... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>>As I joined the boys in their side of the classroom and sat amongst them, I was immediately greeted with a positive attitude. All of them were excited to have me with them. <<s Samuel>>You did well joining us. We're gonna have so much fun!<</s>> <<light Samuel>> was first to speak a word of praise, quickly followed by <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>Yeah, you'll take off a lot of the load.<</s>> He joked. <<s Julio>>Not that we're not willing to work too, yeah?<</s>> <<light Julio>> was quick to interject, trying to alleviate my concerns. I decided to play along. <<s Author>>Is it too late to back out now?<</s>> I quipped, met with immediate laughs. <<s Author>>So, about this poem...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Honestly, I'm quite the good rapper, but creating lyrics of the kind that this professor would like is not my forte.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Ouu forte!<</s>> The athletic <<light Samuel>> made fun of <<light Jerome>>, who was quick to retaliate. <<s Jerome>>Hey nothing's your forte, my man.<</s>> He argued. <<s Samuel>>Touché.<</s>> We all looked at each other, impressed by the word, but also the unintended rhyme. <<s Julio>>Write it down!<</s>> The creative <<light Julio>> interjected, excited to have something going. <<s Julio>>I do have to say though, I didn't expect poetry from an arts class. Why does it have to be here, and not in literature?<</s>> He had a point, but I wasn't going to dwell on it. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay. With our combined minds and nice words, I'm sure we'll come up with something nice.<</s>> I reassured them, before diving head first into the task at hand. They soon joined me as we traded ideas along, and I noticed, despite whatever reservations I initially had, that we were a well oiled machine... <<s Ruby>>Only 5 minutes left of class.<</s>> The professor interjected as we were getting into the swing of things, <<s Ruby>>Remember that these poems are for next session, not this one, so you'll have all week to work on them.<</s>> I looked at my friends. We had made some progress, but we were still far from over... <<s Author>>What to do?<</s>> I asked them, trying to see what they would suggest. <<s Jerome>>We've already done so much.<</s>> The hulking man spoke. <<s Samuel>>That's true. I'd say divide and conquer. We don't need to all be present to finish up the project.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> added to him. <<s Julio>><<print $name>> needs to be there though.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was quick to add, <<s Julio>>She's got this whole thing locked down!<</s>> //Dammit, that's what I get for being so good.// <<s Author>>What about you, you're pretty good too!<</s>> I said, complimenting my friend. <<s Julio>>You're too kind.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Choice is yours on who you want to join you.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> looked at me expectantly. I didn't know if he wanted me to choose him or not. Probably did. But regardless, the choice was mine. <<light Julio>> might be best suited for the job, but both <<light Samuel>> and <<light Jerome>> were in all honesty attractive and I wouldn't mind spending more alone time with either of them. <<light Samuel>> was obviously into me, and I couldn't deny that I had some sort of attraction to <<light Jerome>>, my friend's lover... //Who to work with?// <div id='choices'><<link "I choose Julio">><<pickup $class "JulioG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It didn't matter what I felt. I had the chance to improve our grade and get some good work done, and I was going to take it. <<s Author>>I know Julio would be best suited for the job.<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. <<s Julio>>Dammit.<</s>> He reacted with a smile, obviously joking. <<s Jerome>>Awesome, more rest time for us.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said to his friend, <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>Yeah, "rest", you.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> teased his friend, obviously alluding to <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Jerome>>What can I do, bitches be crazy.<</s>> <<light Julio>> caught my attention to ask, <<s Julio>>So we'll meet at the library sometime soon to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan!<</s>> I agreed, taking a mental note to meet him there sometime this week. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Samuel">><<pickup $class "SamuelG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Projects are an excuse to get closer to your friends, and that's what I'd be doing. <<s Author>>I think Samuel will be able to help me most.<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. <<s Samuel>>Cool.<</s>> He reacted with a smile. He was obviously happy for it. <<s Jerome>>Awesome, more rest time for us.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said. <<s Julio>>Yeah, "rest", you.<</s>> <<light Julio>> teased his friend, obviously alluding to <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Jerome>>What can I do, bitches be crazy.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> took me aside. <<s Samuel>>So we'll meet at the library sometime soon to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan!<</s>> I agreed, taking a mental note to meet him there sometime this week. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Jerome">><<pickup $class "JeromeG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Projects are an excuse to get closer to your friends, and that's what I'd be doing. <<s Author>>I think Jerome is the man for the job.<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. <<s Jerome>>Awesome. Less time with Jasmin and more time for me.<</s>> He reacted with a smile. He was obviously happy about it. <<s Samuel>>As if that ever stopped you.<</s>> A dejected <<light Samuel>> spoke, not quite as thrilled about my choice. <<s Jerome>>So we'll meet at the library sometime soon to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan!<</s>> I agreed, taking a mental note to meet him there sometime this week. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "Poetry Presentation">> It was time to present our poetry in class. As each group stood and started performing their piece, emotiones ran high and low as some presented some good pieces while others completely butchered the job. It was our time to present our piece, and the group ushered me forward to read what we had written. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>><center>"For it is through distance, Through time's resitance, And events' insistence, That love persists."</center> As I stood and spoke, I could see the effect the written words were having on our colleagues, who were quite appreciative of what we had to offer. A few smiles, a few nods, I could see we had engaged the whole class, and our grade was to reflect that for sure. <<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>><center>"Time and time again, Will make the man insane, And repeat his mistakes, for with time he'll wane."</center> My performance might've saved the poetry we had written, as I noticed our class and teacher were less than impressed with the performance we had to offer. I figured we could've done better, but we still presented something more acceptable than others in our class...<<else>><center>"Listen, and you shall receive, And the light, you shall perceive."</center> An absolute butchered job of the project made me look like a total fool in front of the class. As I dealt with the repercussions of such a shamed performance, I could only imagine how our grade would be impacted by this project. And indeed, it was bad!<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>. //Our professor <<light Ruby>> was ready to move on to the next project.//<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> <<link "Time for the painting!">><<pickup $class "S2G3" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>> This upcoming project is a simple one, and I'd recommend you all work as a team to make it work!<</s>> They had started introducing the project, talking quite sternly for someone whose life revolves around the arts. <<s Ruby>>Using the skills I've taught you in class, I'd like each group to paint me an expressionist painting. You can choose to start now, but the painting needs to be presented to me this upcoming Monday, fully finished.<</s>> I looked at my friends, who were taking in the information just as I was. <<s Ruby>>Let's go, onto it!<</s>> She rushed us along, pushing us to start working together. As I regrouped with my friends to talk about the upcoming project, the topic of the one that passed was not lost on them. <<if $class.has("JeromeG3Done")>><<light Jerome>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Julio>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this guy here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as he smiled. <<s Jerome>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> He said, moving away from the group. <<s Samuel>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Julio>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Julio>> was critical of our performance, I understood his point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Jerome>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> He said with exasperation. <<s Julio>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jerome>> was quick to break it. <<s Jerome>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> He announced, taking his leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Julio>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Samuel>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> He had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jerome>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jerome>> took his leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("JulioG3Done")>><<light Julio>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Samuel>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this guy here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as he smiled. <<s Jerome>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> The hulking <<light Jerome>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Samuel>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Samuel>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Samuel>> was critical of our performance, a hint of jealousy escaping his words, I understood his point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Julio>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> He said with exasperation. <<s Samuel>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jerome>> was quick to break it. <<s Jerome>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> He announced, taking his leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Jerome>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Samuel>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> He had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jerome>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jerome>> took his leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("SamuelG3Done")>><<light Samuel>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Julio>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this guy here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as he smiled. <<s Jerome>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> The hulking <<light Jerome>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Samuel>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Julio>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Julio>> was critical of our performance, I understood his point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Samuel>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> He said with exasperation. <<s Julio>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jerome>> was quick to break it. <<s Jerome>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> He announced, taking his leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Julio>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Jerome>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> He had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jerome>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jerome>> took his leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>><</if>> <<s Samuel>>So, any ideas on what we should do?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s Julio>>Obviously doing something expressionist is the easiest way to go about doing this.<</s>> <<light Julio>> spoke. <<s Author>>When are you free to meet?<</s>> After a few minutes of conversation, we finally agreed to meet the upcoming Sunday at my place to work on the project. I just had to make sure I wore clothes that I didn't mind getting dirty. After all, we will be playing with paint! <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan, I'll see you guys on Sunday!<</s>> I announced, eager to see where the project would take us. Moving on from the conversation, I noticed <<light Jerome>> was still missing. As I looked at the team member that missed from the conversation, I saw them engaged in a heated talk with their partner. <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>'s voices rose as they argued. <<link "Let's see what this is about." "Group Project Bet">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 3>><div id='continue'><<if $class.has("S2G3Done")>>After meeting yesterday to work on our painting, we were now ready to present it in front of our whole class, as my group brought it to the forefront of the class and showed it off. Eyes fell on it as people took in our creation, critically looking at what we had made. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>>Our work was positively viewed by people looking at it, as they took in all the intricacies of the project we were presenting. While we might not have had the most fun working on it, the grade outcome was sure to be positive. This seemed to also catch the girls' attention who were positively impressed by our presentation.<<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>>Our portrait was not the best one out there, but it still caught quite a few eyes as they looked at the ideas we presented. The thought was there, the executon, not as much.<<else>>Not many people decided to stay long around our portrait, as they preferred many more over us. As expected, our grade was going to suffer from this newest advancement. //But did I really care anymore?//<</if>> On the other side of the class, the girls' group was also presenting their own portrait, and seemed to be gathering quite the positive attention. <<light Angela>>, the cheer bitch, was particularly booming. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>While I was happy for them, I was worried of what that meant for our bet and whether or not we'd end up being successful...<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>.<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> This project was over and done with for now, and our professor was ready to move on to the next.<<else>><<drop $class "S2G3" 1>><<less "group3grade" 3>>We hadn't managed to meet up to work on the painting for this class, and due to that, our grade suffered immensely. I should've greeted them when they came over to my house on Sunday! The mood shifted sour immediately as we dealed with the repercussions of this revelation. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>There was no way we'd win the bet now.<</if>> Despite all the infighting, we had to stop our arguing as the professor spoke up. //They were ready to move on to the next project.//<</if>> <<link "Time for the final project, the statues!">><<pickup $class "S3G3" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>>Your last project, a true representation of your artistic capabilities, is the statue.<</s>> Our professor began speaking, telling us all about it. <<s Ruby>>Unlike what you would expect of me introducing this, I have some serious news regarding your project. This one will require you to put not only your skills on the line, but your bodies too.<</s>> I looked at <<light Samuel>>, sitting next to me, and saw that his eyes matched mine in worried intrigue. <<s Ruby>>You all are to create live statues, using your own bodies as the stone upon which it is built, to present your project. It needs to have a theme, obviously, and all of the group needs to participate in it.<</s>> The professor elaborated further, <<s Ruby>>We'll be presenting these statues to all of the school during class times, the time during which you'll be making your performance in the main hall of the school.<</s>> <<s stranger>>So it'll be in public?<</s>> One of the students asked the question that was probably on everyone's minds. <<s Ruby>>That is correct. You'll be choosing your project now and will have all week till next monday to prepare for the next performance.<</s>> I turned to look at my group, to see what they thought of that recent development. This was going to be challenging. <<s Julio>>I have sort of an idea...<</s>> My friend <<light Julio>> called out, eager to be sharing his thoughts with the group. <<s Jerome>>Hit us with it.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> eagerly anticipated his thoughts, willing to try anything to improve his grade. <<s Julio>>Not to be racist, but we're black and white people here. Why don't we lean into that more?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Meaning?<</s>> <<s Julio>>We show some skin, and we portray some sort of chess board...<</s>> <<light Samuel>>'s eyes lit up at the suggestion. <<s Samuel>>That's actually not such a bad idea!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Which, showing skin or the chess part?<</s>> The dominating man asked, teasingly. <<s Samuel>>Both actually. We'll be able to do something unique, by simple virtue of our bodies, you know?<</s>> I thought about the idea, and appreciated where they were coming from. If they were in for it, so would I be. <<s Author>>I get to choose how much I show, okay?<</s>> I asked of them, willing to compromise but under my own terms. <<s Julio>>Of course!<</s>> My friend reassured me as I took a breather from this. <<s Jerome>>Till next session then! Maybe you should wear something black while we put on something white, it'd help with the whole contrast thing.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> suggested while smiling. <<s Julio>>Actually the opposite might work more. You're to wear white entirely. Maybe even have your hair match that white vibe somehow?<</s>> My other friend countered. <<if $hair is "blonde">>Thankfully, my hair was already blonde so that would work.<<else>>Maybe I could dye my hair blonde to fit that "white" archetype?<</if>> //Sounds like a great idea. All I had to do was find the right white clothes to wear for our performance, and make sure my hair works with whatever we picked.// As I turned to leave class, I looked at my professor and thought of an idea to improve my grades... What if I reached out to her to see if there's something I can do to secure a higher grade, on a personal level? <<if $Ruby gte 1>>//Maybe I can find her in the evening at school...//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/statue-ir0.jpg" "The interracial statue">><<if $hair is "blonde">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><</if>><<if $work.has("S&M Project 3")>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><</if>> We were positioned in our spot in the secluded display room of our school, ready for our parts, me in my chosen clothing and the boys in white shirts. Our presentation would be in different waves, each welcoming more people. We'd have to remain still while presenting our scene, and that was a challenge by itself. In my vulnerable clothing between the three attractive men, I felt like a naked person oggled by the people visiting us. And I lowkey liked it. I was getting turned on by the whole thing despite myself, but decided to pull myself together and remain in position, my hands on their bodies stable and unmoving. Theirs were a bit more active, softly roaming when they figured no one was looking, trying to relax into the position and softly turning me on. This was going to be a definite challenge, and I would have to undertake it like a big girl. Their bodies were on my mind. Their tight, attractive, muscular bodies... <<s Ruby>>Time for a break. 5 minutes!<</s>> The professor called out to us all, as we moved away from position. <<s Jerome>>Pretty good so far, don't you think?<</s>> I wanted to agree, but <<light Julio>> interjected. <<s Julio>>We need to do more.<</s>> He commented. <<s Samuel>>Like what?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> raised an eyebrow. <<s Julio>>We had agreed to take off our clothes, no? Vulnerability and all?<</s>> He asked, stating his point. <<s Samuel>>What about the rules against nudity?<</s>> <<s Julio>>So long as genitals don't show, we're fine to do whatever.<</s>> He commented, eager to see them take off their clothing. I was eager about it too, but didn't know what to expect should that happen. <<s Julio>>It's up to you, but I know it will help us with our grade.<</s>> He said, putting the ball in our court. I looked at the other side of the room, where the ladies were strategizing, and my eyes caught <<light Angela>>'s. //I can't let her win!// <div id='choices'><<link "We're staying the way we are.">><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to risk the whole thing, or being seen while doing anything of the sort, and so decided to keep things the way they were, preferring to return to what we had been doing. It was our final chance to get a good grade, and I wanted us to have that chance. Unfortunately, it was too late when we noticed that almost all other groups had switched positions, taking up new angles in their still places. This helped them brave the challenge of staying still much better than we did.. And we were not as statue-like as we should've been. Boom, grade tanked, we received the bad news that we didn't do as well as expected... Maybe we should've done something differently? <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Take them off, boys.">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's only fair since I'm in my underwear that you join me.<</s>> I stated matter-of-factly, receiving grins from the boys. <<s Samuel>>The thing about that, we've opted not to wear underwear. So if we are to do that, you'd better take off your own too.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> stated, taking off his shirt and moving to his pants. The three men, impressive cocks breathing air as they took off their clothes, bodies glistening with a small sheen of sweat, looked at me, challenging me to follow them. Made my bed, time to lie in it. I took off my underwear, and stood naked in front of them and half my class. <<s Author>>We better hide our nudity.<</s>> I stated, immediately grabbed by <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>Come, I'll held you with that.<</s>> He stated, wrapping his arms around me posssessively. <img src='images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir1.jpg' width='50%'> His hands on my body were forceful, powerful, erotic. And I loved it. Absolutely loved it. A few minutes later, We found our space to switch positions yet again. This time, <<light Samuel>> moved in closer, and I wrapped my arms around him. <img src='images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir2.jpg' width='50%'> The closeness of our bodies, the intensity of our breaths against one another, I felt the heat rise even further through me as I allowed my hands to roam imperceptibly across his body. <<s Samuel>>You're so much more than I expected you to be.<</s>> He complimented me. <<s Author>>As are you. So hot.<</s>> I whispered back to him. Another few minutes of this intense position placed me in such a heated moment that I found I just had to sit. <<light Julio>> came at me from behind, hiding his body with mine, and his hard cock against my backside, resting it between my ass cheeks as it bobbed on me. <img src='images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir3.jpg' width='50%'> <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I said as I wrapped my arms around myself. <<s Julio>>I'm gay, <<print $name>>, if you haven't guessed so already. But flesh is flesh, and seeing your body on theirs is enough to make anyone thirst for you.<</s>> He stated in a low, sultry whisper, his breath sending shivers down my spine, as I felt myself heat up at his comment. <<s Author>>What waits for me then in the final stretch of this project?<</s>> I whispered back, multiple ideas coursing through me as I thought of what might await. <<s Julio>>I know men. And I know people like you. If you stay, you're getting fucked. Genitals won't show, so we'll be fine.<</s>> He stated, a beautiful threat escaping his lips and landing right on my heart. But did I want that in front of all these people? Did I care anymore? I knew professor <<light Ruby>> would not particularly like it, but when has this ever stopped me? I wanted it. I needed it. Was I strong enough to take it? I had to choose who I'd be sharing the stage with as well... <div id='choices2'><<link "Call it off">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I preffered not to place myself in this position, especially in front of everyone else there, especially since this whole thing was getting graded, especially since I wasn't that big of a fucking whore. As <<light Julio>> moved to step away, I held onto him tightly, giving a small whisper. <<s Author>>We're staying like this. That's the end of it.<</s>> And indeed, it was the end of this whole game, a gay man behind me not really pushing himself too hard against me, as the excitement settled down and I allowed myself to breathe a bit easier. This turned out to be the right choice for my grade as the professor appreciated our professionalism. //Professionalism, yeah right!// <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I need the powerful Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir4.jpg" width="70%"> My eyes drifted towards the powerful, muscular, enigmatic <<light Jerome>>, and something in me broke. His cock was showing, and it shouldn't be. I went immediately to him and lowered myself onto his cock, taking him in me. Not caring who saw what, not caring about the repercussions. I needed him in me and now I had him there, his huge cock pushing against my inner walls and making itself at home. and I wanted to keep it home, slowly and softly grinding myself against him, truly feeling the extacy of the moment. <<s Ruby>><<print $name>>, what are you doing?<</s>> The professor's voice softly moved me out of my reverie. <<s Author>>It's nothing big, professor.<</s>> I said, double entendre obvious. <<s Author>>We're not actually fucking, he's wearing a sleeve.<</s>> I answered using graphic words, and that was enough to deter her from continuing her line of questioning. Frustrated by our position, she couldn't say anything just yet, no genitals were showing. <<light Jerome>>, powerful brute with a cock of steel, started making it pump inside of me, flexing it against my inner walls and playing around inside. I moaned a bit. <<s Jerome>>Do you like that? Do you like my cock inside of you, you fucking whore?<</s>> He whispered, teasing me. I moaned in agreement. <<s Jerome>>Fuck yourself on me. Let go, and fuck yourself in front of all these people.<</s>> He commanded me, and I had half a mind to listen to him. I looked around. People were roaming about, some had been looking at us in our erotic position, and I was extremely turned on by this happening in public... But did I have what it took to really push the enveloppe, knowing full well how my grade would be impacted by it? <div id='choices3'><<link "This is my limit. Let's leave it at that.">><<replace "#choices3">>Deciding to leave it as it is, feeling his hard cock playing against my inside, I remained in position, not moving with the rhythm I wanted to move in, afraid of the perception of this whole thing. His cock kept throbbing, challenging me, yet I remained steadfast in my position, feeling it bump against me and failing to find true release. I wasn't having any of that release myself, but then again, I was having too much fun either way. The professor eventually called off the whole event, allowing me to finally move away from the person invading me. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked.">><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices3">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir5.jpg" width="70%"> The gloves were off, and I was officially grinding myself against his cock, feeling it go in and out of me and filling me up. I was a slut that was getting fucked in front of the whole class, and I loved it. To hell with becoming prom queen, to hell with the expectations of the whole world of me. I needed some good dicking, and I was going to get it. And I got it. Again. And again. And again. Fucked like a bitch in heat in front of everyone, not that I cared about anyone, riding like a fucking cow. <<s Jerome>>People are looking at us.<</s>> He whispered to me, warning me of the danger. I was lost, eyes closed as I felt the sensation of his invading member. <<s Author>>Let them look. Turns me on.<</s>> I said back, fucking myself against him, riding hard. All the way until he came. Our movement wasn't much, but it was enough. He came and filled me, a whore at his penis, a slut in need of his sperm. In front of everyone that wanted to see. Anyone, including <<light Eric>>, <<light Leo>>, our professor, the girls' group. It didn't matter to me. I was satisfied, fucked just like I needed it, just like I was good for. The heat of the moment having passed, I barely felt any shame as we cleaned off. I got fucked, my grade got fucked, and I was happy. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked" "Not corrupted <img src='images/icons/corruption.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I need Samuel's loving">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir7.jpg" width="70%"> Down on all fours with his lips kissing my shoulder with eager need, our bodies were pressed against one another as I lied down in front of the powerful man, whose cock was nestled gently inside of my needy pussy. It throbbed and played inside, both of our genitals hidden in the position we had chosen for ourselves. <<s Ruby>><<print $name>>, what are you doing?<</s>> The professor's voice softly moved me out of my reverie. <<s Author>>It's nothing big, professor.<</s>> I said, double entendre obvious. <<s Author>>We're not actually fucking, he's wearing a sleeve.<</s>> I answered using graphic words, and that was enough to deter the professor from continuing their line of questioning. They were frustrated by our position, yet couldn't say anything just yet, no genitals were showing. <<s Samuel>>What a fucking whore of a liar.<</s>> He said, a whisper in my ear. <<s Author>>Your whoring liar.<</s>> I answered him, as his hips softly buckled against mine at these words, a natural reaction for a man breeding a naughty slut in front of him. I moaned softly at that, and I was overtaken with unmistakable urges to take this even further. I was horny, in need, and wanted to take things further, yet didn't know how far I dared to go. If I moved too much, I'd definitely be caught and humiliated in front of all these people. If I didn't, I might regreat it for the rest of my days. I needed to follow my heart, a heart overtaken with horny hormones, that could potentially put my future in jeapordy. What if it took me towards my actual fate though? <div id='choices3'><<link "This is my limit. Let's leave it at that.">><<replace "#choices3">>Deciding to leave it as it is, feeling his hard cock playing against my inside, I remained in position, not moving with the rhythm I wanted to move in, afraid of the perception of this whole thing. His cock kept throbbing, challenging me, yet I remained steadfast in my position, feeling it bump against me and failing to find true release. I wasn't having any of that release myself, but then again, I was having too much fun either way. The professor eventually called off the whole event, allowing me to finally move away from the person invading me. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked.">><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices3">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir5.jpg" width="70%"> The gloves were off, and I was officially grinding myself against his cock, feeling it go in and out of me and filling me up. I was a slut that was getting fucked in front of the whole class, and I loved it. To hell with becoming prom queen, to hell with the expectations of the whole world of me. I needed some good dicking, and I was going to get it. And I got it. Again. And again. And again. Fucked like a bitch in heat in front of everyone, not that I cared about anyone. <<s Samuel>>People are looking at us.<</s>> He whispered in my ear, warning me of the danger. I was lost. <<s Author>>Let them look. Turns me on.<</s>> I said back, fucking myself against him. All the way until he came. Our movement wasn't much, but it was enough. He came and filled me, a whore at his penis, a slut in need of his sperm. In front of everyone that wanted to see. Anyone, including <<light Eric>>, <<light Leo>>, our professor, the girls' group. It didn't matter to me. I was satisfied, fucked just like I needed it, just like I was good for. The heat of the moment having passed, I barely felt any shame as we cleaned off. I got fucked, my grade got fucked, and I was happy. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked" "Not corrupted <img src='images/icons/corruption.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $totalsex gte 20>><<link "Turning a gay man straight is hot. Julio's got my attention.">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir6.jpg" width="50%"> Turning quickly so as not to show any of my genitals, I quickly laid down in front of the gay man, his cock against my lips. <<s Author>>Your cock shouldn't be out. Here, let me hide it for you.<</s>> I said, placing my lips around it and taking it all in. <<s Julio>>What are you?<</s>> He started talking, before shutting up as he noticed that the professor was away, not wanting to alarm her. His cock wasn't as big as the other two, and I'd thankfully had enough experience sucking dick elsewhere that I could handle his, keeping it all in my mouth as it nestled against the back of my throat. I kept my cool and controlled my breathing, gag reflex forgotten as I kept him in there. I wanted more of him... If he came, he'd be soft in my mouth. And with that realization, I sucked harder and harder, my tongue playing with the underside of his impressive member, until he buckled inside of me and came rope after rope of his glorious white liquid. I sucked and gulped, tasting his offering, the offering of a gay man who got too turned on to deny me, who I sucked to completion. I was happy, feeling accomplished, as I allowed his cock to stay in my mouth. That guy was a shower, not a grower, and his cock remained big in there. Nevermind, I felt right at home! Eventually, our time there was up, and he gave a final whisper my way. <<s Julio>>You were made for black cock.<</s>> He praised me, and I felt a beautiful sense of accomplishment. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I choose Julio" "Not sexually knowledgable enough for this.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>>The feminine energy was through the roof as we made our way to our side of the room, all four of us girls united for once. <<s Eva>>It's like the old days when we all would go to birthdays together.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to muse over the past, remembering the "good old days". <<s Yara>>Those were the days! But they're back!<</s>> <<light Yara>> joined in, excited. <<s Author>>Hey that could be the theme of our poem? The good old days?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was not on the same page as the rest of us. She looked obviously thoughtful. <<s Jasmin>>Do you think he's mad at me?<</s>> She asked to no one in particular. <<light Yara>>, true to herself, was quick to interject and distract her from her musing. <<s Yara>>You seriously don't need him, Jasmin. You're stronger without him.<</s>> Her not-so-hidden anti-men agenda obvious. <<s Yara>>Seriously, I don't get what you see in that guy.<</s>> She added, dismissing all of his positive qualities. <<s Jasmin>>The way he... He just knows how to lead.<</s>> <<s Yara>>He's not the only one.<</s>> The athletic friend spoke confidently, alluding to herself. <<s Yara>>Let's get to work now, shall we?<</s>> She was quick to yet again take the lead as she always tries to, getting us to work for her almost as we discussed our poem and worked on its rhymes. <<s Ruby>>Only 5 minutes left of class.<</s>> The professor interjected as we were getting into the swing of things, <<s Ruby>>Remember that these poems are for next session, not this one, so you'll have all week to work on them.<</s>> I looked at my friends. We had made some progress, but we were still far from over... <<s Author>>What to do?<</s>> I asked them, trying to see what they would suggest. <<s Jasmin>>We've already done so much!<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's true. I'd say divide and conquer. We don't need to all be present to finish up the project.<</s>> <<light Eva>> added. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> needs to be there though.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was quick to add, <<s Yara>>She's got this whole thing locked down!<</s>> //Dammit, that's what I get for being so good.// <<s Author>>What about Eva, she's pretty good too!<</s>> I said, complimenting my other friend, trying to move the blame away. <<s Eva>>You're too kind.<</s>> She obviously wasn't as thrilled about the extra homework. <<s Jasmin>>Choice is yours on who you want to join you.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> finally said, looking at me. Did I want to put <<light Yara>> in the same spot as I was, and have her work with me on this? Or was it better to stick to <<light Eva>> since she was potentially the smartest between the three of them? <<light Jasmin>> was also a choice to consider, and it was after all an opportunity for us to get closer... //Who to work with?// <div id='choices'><<link "I choose Yara">><<pickup $class "YaraG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Revenge is a dish best served steaming hot. <<s Author>>Obviously, if there is anyone that is suited for the job, it would be Yara.<</s>> I announced, smiling. <<s Author>>After all, that's what a leader does, lead by example, right?<</s>> <<light Yara>> gave a naughty smile, appreciating the way I subtly stood up to her. <<s Yara>>And lead you I will.<</s>> She said, savoring the words. I didn't know what I got myself into, all I knew is that I'd be meeting <<light Yara>> at the library sometime this week. //I made a mental note of that.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Eva">><<pickup $class "EvaG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Obviously, the thing that would improve our chances for a good grade the most was to have <<light Eva>> join me for our finishing touches on the poem. <<s Author>>I couldn't do it without Eva.<</s>> I admitted, and saw <<light Eva>> take in the information gracefully. <<s Eva>>Thanks for the trust.<</s>> She said, putting her hand on my shoulder. <<s Yara>>It's decided then!<</s>> Our "leader" interjected. <<s Yara>>You two will finish the project this week.<</s>> <<s Author>>See you at the library?<</s>> I asked my friend expectantly, receiving a nod for it. I made a mental note to meet <<light Eva>> at the library sometime this week to work on the project. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Jasmin">><<pickup $class "JasminG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt like a good temper and some skin in the game was exactly what was needed for those finishing touches at the library. <<s Author>>I'm sure Jasmin will be great for the job.<</s>> I announced, immediately met by a hug from my friend. <<s Jasmin>>You know it! Let's do this.<</s>> She was excited. <<s Yara>>Awesome!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'll meet you at the library sometime this week?<</s>> My friend asked me. <<s Author>>Sounds great.<</s>> I made a mental note to meet <<light Jasmin>> at the library one of these days to work on our project. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "Poetry Presentation">> It was time to present our poetry in class. As each group stood and started performing their piece, emotiones ran high and low as some presented some good pieces while others completely butchered the job. It was our time to present our piece, and the group ushered me forward to read what we had written. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>><center>"For it is through distance, Through time's resitance, And events' insistence, That love persists."</center> As I stood and spoke, I could see the effect the written words were having on our colleagues, who were quite appreciative of what we had to offer. A few smiles, a few nods, I could see we had engaged the whole class, and our grade was to reflect that for sure. <<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>><center>"Time and time again, Will make the man insane, And repeat his mistakes, for with time he'll wane."</center> My performance might've saved the poetry we had written, as I noticed our class and teacher were less than impressed with the performance we had to offer. I figured we could've done better, but we still presented something more acceptable than others in our class...<<else>><center>"Listen, and you shall receive, And the light, you shall perceive."</center> An absolute butchered job of the project made me look like a total fool in front of the class. As I dealt with the repercussions of such a shamed performance, I could only imagine how our grade would be impacted by this project. And indeed, it was bad!<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>. //Our professor, <<light Ruby>>, was ready to move on to the next project.//<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> <<link "Time for the painting!">><<pickup $class "S2G3" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>> This upcoming project is a simple one, and I'd recommend you all work as a team to make it work!<</s>> They had started introducing the project, talking quite sternly for someone whose life revolves around the arts. <<s Ruby>>Using the skills I've taught you in class, I'd like each group to paint me an expressionist painting. You can choose to start now, but the painting needs to be presented to me this upcoming Monday, fully finished.<</s>> I looked at my friends, who were taking in the information just as I was. <<s Ruby>>Let's go, onto it!<</s>> She rushed us along, pushing us to start working together. As I regrouped with my friends to talk about the upcoming project, the topic of the one that passed was not lost on them. <<if $class.has("JasminG3Done")>><<light Jasmin>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Eva>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this one here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as she smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> She said, moving away from the group. <<s Yara>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Eva>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Eva>> was critical of our performance, I understood her point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Jasmin>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> She said with exasperation. <<s Julio>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to break it. <<s Jasmin>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> She announced, taking her leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Yara>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Eva>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> She had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jasmin>> took her leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("EvaG3Done")>><<light Eva>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Yara>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this one here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as she smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> A distracted <<light Jasmin>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Yara>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Jasmin>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Jasmin>> was critical of our performance, I understood her point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Eva>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> She said with exasperation. <<s Jasmin>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to break it. <<s Jasmin>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> She announced, taking her leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Yara>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> She had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jasmin>> took her leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("YaraG3Done")>><<light Yara>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Eva>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this one here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as she smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> A distracted <<light Jasmin>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Yara>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Jasmin>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Jasmin>> was critical of our performance, I understood her point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Yara>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> She said with exasperation. <<s Jasmin>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to break it. <<s Jasmin>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> She announced, taking her leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Eva>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> She had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jasmin>> took her leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>><</if>> <<s Yara>>So, any ideas on what we should do?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s Eva>>Obviously doing something expressionist is the easiest way to go about doing this.<</s>> <<light Eva>> spoke. <<s Author>>When are you free to meet?<</s>> After a few minutes of conversation, we finally agreed to meet the upcoming Sunday at my place to work on the project. I just had to make sure I wore clothes that I didn't mind getting dirty. After all, we will be playing with paint! <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan, I'll see you guys on Sunday!<</s>> I announced, eager to see where the project would take us. Moving on from the conversation, I noticed <<light Jasmin>> was still missing. As I looked at the team member that missed from the conversation, I saw them engaged in a heated talk with their partner. <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>'s voices rose as they argued. <<link "Let's see what this is about." "Group Project Bet">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 3>><div id='continue'><<if $class.has("S2G3Done")>>After meeting yesterday to work on our painting, we were now ready to present it in front of our whole class, as my group brought it to the forefront of the class and showed it off. Eyes fell on it as people took in our creation, critically looking at what we had made. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>>Our work was positively viewed by people looking at it, as they took in all the intricacies of the project we were presenting. While we might not have had the most fun working on it, the grade outcome was sure to be positive. This seemed to also catch the boys' attention who were positively impressed by our presentation.<<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>>Our portrait was not the best one out there, but it still caught quite a few eyes as they looked at the ideas we presented. The thought was there, the executon, not as much.<<else>>Not many people decided to stay long around our portrait, as they preferred many more over us. As expected, our grade was going to suffer from this newest advancement. //But did I really care anymore?//<</if>> On the other side of the class, the boys' group was also presenting their own portrait, and seemed to be gathering quite the positive attention. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>While I was happy for them, I was worried of what that meant for our bet and whether or not we'd end up being successful...<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>.<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> This project was over and done with for now, and our professor was ready to move on to the next.<<else>><<drop $class "S2G3" 1>><<less "group3grade" 3>>We hadn't managed to meet up to work on the painting for this class, and due to that, our grade suffered immensely. I should've greeted them when they came over to my house on Sunday! The mood shifted sour immediately as we dealed with the repercussions of this revelation. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>There was no way we'd win the bet now.<</if>> Despite all the infighting, we had to stop our arguing as the professor spoke up. //They were ready to move on to the next project.//<</if>> <<link "Time for the final project, the statues!">><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>>Your last project, a true representation of your artistic capabilities, is the statue.<</s>> Our professor began speaking, telling us all about it. <<s Ruby>>Unlike what you would expect of me introducing this, I have some serious news regarding your project. This one will require you to put not only your skills on the line, but your bodies too.<</s>> I looked at <<light Yara>>, sitting next to me, and saw that her eyes matched mine in worried intrigue. <<s Ruby>>You all are to create live statues, using your own bodies as the stone upon which it is built, to present your project. It needs to have a theme, obviously, and all of the group needs to participate in it.<</s>> The professor elaborated further, <<s Ruby>>We'll be presenting these statues to all of the school during class times, the time during which you'll be making your performance in the main hall of the school.<</s>> <<s stranger>>So it'll be in public?<</s>> One of the students asked the question that was probably on everyone's minds. <<s Ruby>>That is correct. You'll be choosing your project now and will have all week till next monday to prepare for the next performance.<</s>> I turned to look at my group, to see what they thought of that recent development. This was going to be challenging. <<s Eva>>I have the perfect idea for this. I've been thinking of it ever since the professor proposed the project to us.<</s>> My friend immediately spoke up, eager to share her thought with us. <<s Yara>>I knew you had it in you. Let 'er rip!<</s>> <<light Yara>> encouraged her. <<s Eva>>Well, we're four girls, and there's four seasons, each represented by one of the Horae, the goddesses of seasons.<</s>> She called out eagerly, partcularly excited about the idea she was to present. <<s Yara>>So we'd each be a season!<</s>> My friend was just as engaged. <<s Eva>>Exactly!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was excited. Her excitement was rubbing off on me. <<s Jasmin>>What season will each of us be? I feel like being wintery with my blonde hair...<</s>> <<s Yara>>That sounds logical. What do y'all think?<</s>> Yara asked excitedly. <<light Eva>> elaborated on her idea: <<s Eva>>Whatever we choose to do, we gotta make sure that we fit the part entirely. Dress and makeup. Even our hair.<</s>> So in other words, whatever season I chose to take, I'd have to dye my hair that color and probably wear something similar too. <<light Yara>> wanted to propose something even further advanced. <<s Yara>>I feel like we should also push this even further. Robes and lingerie. Something to really be remembered by, to really catch the attention and get the highest grade possible.<</s>> <<light Eva>> looked at her confused. <<s Yara>>These goddesses of the seasons are probably very sensual beings, don't you think?<</s>> She explained herself convincingly. //So whatever I chose I'd also have to buy lingerie of that color... Was I really that desperate to do better than <<light Angela>>'s group?// //What was I getting myself into?// <div id='choices'><<link "A fiery red autumn">><<pickup $class "S4G3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Some red hair for autumn would be glorious, I feel!<</s>> I announced, ready to fill in that part and anxious about the whole dressing up part. <<s Yara>>Amazing. That way Eva can dye her hair pink for spring and I'll be all summery! Let's do this!<</s>> My friend called out, decision made. I had till next monday to make sure my hair and underwear fit the part required, but couldn't wait to see what my friends would look like by the end of this! As I turned to leave class, I looked at my professor and thought of an idea to improve my grades... What if I reached out to her to see if there's something I can do to secure a higher grade, on a personal level? <<if $Ruby gte 1>>//Maybe I can find her in the evening at school...//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "A blonde breezy summer">><<pickup $class "S5G3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Some blonde hair and summer vibes, I'm all in for it!<</s>> I announced, ready to fill in that part and anxious about the whole dressing up part. <<s Yara>>Amazing. That way Eva can dye her hair pink for spring and I'll keep my brown hair for autumn! Let's do this!<</s>> My friend called out, decision made. I had till next monday to make sure my hair and underwear fit the part required, but couldn't wait to see what my friends would look like by the end of this! As I turned to leave class, I looked at my professor and thought of an idea to improve my grades... What if I reached out to her to see if there's something I can do to secure a higher grade, on a personal level? <<if $Ruby gte 1>>//Maybe I can find her in the evening at school...//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/statue-lesbo1.jpg" "Muses in their natural habitat">><<if $hair is "blonde" and $class.has("S5G3")>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<elseif $class.has("S4G3") and $hair is "red">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><</if>><<if $work.has("S&M Project 3")>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><</if>> We were in our clothing, each in her own style and trying her best to look her prettiest. Four muses, each representing one season. Four girls, who were extremely hot, in their underwear, acting regal. And I didn't know why it made me feel hot, but it did. People passing by were staring, and it was creating a beautiful heat in my panties. The girls I was with were the peak of beauty, and I was lucky to be between them. I felt hot and bothered being with them. <<s Ruby>>5 minutes break and we're back to it!<</s>> The professor's words shook me out of my reverie, pulling me to reality as we stepped down from our positions. <<s Yara>>Let's do more. I want to do more.<</s>> My friend called out, eager to turn the heat up. If anything, I figured it was best to hear her out. <<s Yara>>Let's make our portrait something more... enticing. Charged.<</s>> She suggested. <<s Eva>>What do you suggest?<</s>> As usual, <<light Eva>> was skeptic of what <<light Yara>> would suggest. <<s Yara>>I suggest we get closer, and you sluts follow your instincts in creating a portrait that people will truly feel for.<</s>> <<light Eva>> thought about it for a moment. <<s Eva>>I don't know really...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>If it helps with the grade, I'm all for it.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> announced, looking at the boys on the other side of the room, a million calculations coursing through her mind. They all eventually turned to me for guidance. As usual, I'd be the one to help them with their decision... I looked at the other side of the room, where the boys were strategizing alongside their star actress, and my eyes caught <<light Angela>>'s. //I can't let her win!// <div id='choices'><<link "Better leave it as it is.">><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I chose to listen to <<light Eva>> ultimately, deciding not to switch things up too much in between iterations. We were relaxed, and changing that wouldn't help us much. And so, we went back to out initial positions, not moving much, and waiting for the session to pass. Our grade wasn't too grade neither too bad, a good balance that we had become accustomed to. <<s Ruby>>Great job everyone!<</s>> The professor finally announced, dismissing us. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "Yara never steered us wrong.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Yara" 3>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/statue-lesbo2.jpg">> It didn't matter whether <<light Yara>> was right or not. All that mattered was that she had made a request, one that I agreed with. And that it was something, anything, to put us over the other team. <<s Author>>You're right. We need the grade and it wouldn't hurt to get closer to your body.<</s>> I said, already kneeling next to her like I had gotten used to doing. She was my superior, and I'd make it clear to the other people in our group that if we are to continue, it'd be the way <<light Yara>> wanted. Soon, we were all in our slutty positions, the whole "muse" ideology long lost and simply following our true nature as horny lesbians. My hands wrapped around her leg, feeling subservient to my dominant friend, as I received a smile from her. She liked me in this position, and I liked being in it. We were whores on display, we were submissives to the athletic person between us and the desires she fired in us, and our grade suffered for it. But there was no suffering for me as I got to kneel next to my superior like that. I'd do it any day of the week, all things damned. //God am I horny!// <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yara never steered us wrong" "I am not submissive <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough towards her.">><</if>> <<link "Even better: Let's use our 'ass'ets.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bisex" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/statue-lesbo3.jpg">> Bent over, asses out, next to each other and in heat, our wet panties were on display as we put ourselves in this vulnerable position, horny muses ready for breeding. "Mother nature is breedable and eager" I have no idea what we meant by our position, but art is very vague it seems. And in doing what we did, we received high praise from many of the people there. Fuck! It seems being a wanton slut who puts her body on display actually pays off! <<light Angela>> was clearly jealous of that. //Fuck her and her stupid cheering.// And the lesbo vibes definitely helped us sell this imagery. I couldn't deny that I myself was turned on by my friends' beautiful assets. I wanted to sleep with them just as much as any observer did! <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if $group3 is "Boys">><<goto "Boys Group">><<elseif $group3 is "Girls">><<goto "Girls Group">><<else>><<set $group3grade to 0>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> <<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "Third Month - Arts Project">>A third project awaited us this month, and it was a very interesting one also. <<pic Ruby>><</pic>> Standing in front of the class, our arts teacher, <<light Ruby>>, spoke clearly: <<s Ruby>>This month's project, finally, is mine to give. I swear I never understood why the school insisted on me, the arts teacher, not giving any projects for you to create at home.<</s>> There was an obvious hurt in the tone of their voice, and her annoyance was clear. She finally held the reins, though, and that potentially spelled bad news for all of us. She was going to get demanding... <<s Ruby>>Since I'm the one in charge, I can finally make up for lost time and give you all something to really challenge your artistic skills.<</s>> She sounded off, confident yet intimidating. <<light Ruby>> was always an interesting individual, considering her body a work of art, and paitning it with beautiful tattoos all over. I had no idea what to expect, but was soon to find out. And it was a woozy! <<s Ruby>>This month, you'll be separated into groups of 4, and will be presenting a full rendition of an era of arts of your choosing. I am expecting a painting, a poem, and a statue to be presented at each of the upcoming classes. That means a whole lot of work for you, and a whole lot of grading for me.<</s>> //That means a whole lot of bullshit!// I thought to myself after finding out how intense the upcoming month would become for me and whoever was in my group. Indeed, <<light Ruby>> was insane, asking this much from us, but I guess it couldn't be helped otherwise. We had to play along despite what we personally thought... <<s Ruby>>So for today, I'd like you all to separate into your groups of 4 and start writing these poems for next time. Come on.<</s>> She ushered us along, hoping to see some creative work. <<s Jerome>>This is absolute bullshit.<</s>> My black friend, <<light Jerome>>, whispered next to me with anger. <<s Julio>>Hey it's okay, I've got you.<</s>> Another black man, <<light Julio>> approched the angry student. Groups were starting to form across the classroom, as I saw <<light Leo>> and <<light Eric>> join two of the former's theater friends. <<light Yara>>, who had <<light Eva>> in tow and <<light Jasmin>> following them, approached me and caught my attention. <<s Yara>>Hey <<print $name>>. What say you join our killer team? I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our group.<</s>> She spoke with confidence, as if it was a given that I'd accept and join her team. <<s Samuel>>Too late, Yara.<</s>> An approaching <<light Samuel>> spoke, having joined <<light Julio>> and <<light Jerome>> in their team. <<s Samuel>><<print $name>> is going to be joining us.<</s>> He too spoke with confidence, as if my submission would be a given. <<s Samuel>>Isn't that right, <<print $name>>?<</s>> He continued, catching my attention once more. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome, seriously? That's your group?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What, you really think yours is in much better form?<</s>> He called her out, pointing at her partners. There was an undeniable tension, and the way these two bickered with one another there was sure to be an intense month awaiting us. The big moment, however, came when <<light Angela>> approached the lot of us. <<s Angela>>Swim team and Cheer team are all full. Got a spot?<</s>> She asked. My rival... What was she doing here? Were things evolving after Valentine? Was she noticing? <<s Jerome>>Damn... Wouldn't mind me a piece of that!<</s>> The arrogant black man said, receiving an immediate heavy stare from <<light Jasmin>>. Things were truly heating up, and the whole situation felt like a heavy powder keg about to explode. <<s Yara>>Well <<print $name>> was about to choose her team. You can always join the opposite one.<</s>> My dominant friend explained the stakes. Fuck.. This whole thing was getting trickier and trickier... A decision had to be made, one that would impact a lot in the coming few weeks. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose the girls">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set $group3 to "Girls">><<replace "#choices">>The way he spoke so arrogantly, so confidently, rubbed me the wrong way. I needed to put him in his place. <<s Author>>In that case... I'm with the girls on this one.<</s>> I said, confidently. A frustrated <<light Samuel>> turned towards his teammates, dejected. <<s Jerome>>Don't worry, bro, we got the sexy cheerleader to join us.<</s>> The hulking member of their team spoke. <<s Jasmin>>Fuck you Jerome.<</s>> My friend and now teammate was clearly angry. Stirring the pot, <<light Angela>> decided to speak up. <<s Angela>>You're a charming man! Too bad I'm already dating Matthew.<</s>> Her Southern accent ringed in our ears, as their team walked away. //It was definitely going to be an intense week!// <<link "Poetry time" "Girls Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "*" "Lesbian and Lezdom Harem Content">> <<link "Choose the boys">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set $group3 to "Boys">><<replace "#choices">>There was no denying that the way <<light Samuel>> and the boys approached me was thrilling and oddly engaging. It was also a smart move not to let <<light Angela>> get closer to them. I found myself agreeing with their standpoint, offering my help. Or rather, admitting that it was theirs all along. <<s Author>>Samuel is right. I'm with the boys on this one.<</s>> I spoke as I approached their ranks, feeling his hand hooking around me possessively. <<s Jerome>>Yeah, we don't need anyone else with us.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> teased <<light Jasmin>> as he spoke, smiling wide. <<s Jasmin>>Have fun with her. Maybe then she'd bring some sort of artistry to your ranks!<</s>> An angry <<light Jasmin>> spoke in retaliation. <<light Yara>> decided to also chime in. <<s Yara>>Good luck with these brutes, you're gonna need it.<</s>> She commented. <<s Samuel>>You too, Yara, you too.<</s>> The possessive <<light Samuel>> spoke up, his hand still around my waist and his smile now even wider. Looking to defuse the tension, and use this opportunity to make friends, <<light Angela>> spoke up. <<s Angela>>I'm sure <<print $name>> will love handling that many boys.<</s>> Her Southern accent ringed in our ears, as the girls enthusiastically greeted her in their ranks. //What a bitch.// It was definitely going to be an intense week. <<link "Poetry time" "Boys Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "*" "Blacked and BNWO Orgy Content">></div><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>> Their argument was quick to catch my ears as I approached the bickering couple more and more. <<s Jasmin>>Obviously my team is a better one! We've got you beat in all aspects!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Oh please, we both know you'd never have what it takes to be better than me.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>But I am better than you!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You really believe so?<</s>> He talked with a threatening voice, getting closer to her in an attempt to intimidate her. <<s Jasmin>>I know so.<</s>> She, for once, stood her ground. <<light Jerome>>'s eyes twinkled with an inexpressible anger, before his mouth shifted into a wide smirk as he made some sort of a decision. <<s Jerome>>Willing to bet on it?<</s>> He spoke in the same heavy, threatening voice. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. Definitely.<</s>> There was confidence again, unfamiliar to my friend. I looked on in rapt attention as they discussed the terms of the bet. <<s Jerome>>Very well then. If you get a lower grade than my team does, you're to serve all three of our boys with your mouths. All of your team. Not just you.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's crazy! They would never.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What, afraid you'll lose?<</s>> He asked, looking to trick my friend. She didn't falter enough and took the bait. <<s Jasmin>>I'm all for it.<</s>> She spoke. <<s Jasmin>>But if you lose, you boys will have to dress up like girls for a full school day and do whatever we tell you.<</s>> Her own stakes were quite high as well. She really was confident! <<s Jerome>>I'm all for that bet. Make sure your team is fine with the terms. If they are, you're so on.<</s>> He stared at her menacingly, before they both turned towards me. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>, you're here!<</s>> <<s Author>>I heard all that.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And? Are you in? Will you help me convince the girls with it?<</s>> She looked at me expectantly, awaiting my reaction, be it positive or negative. //Convincing them will probably help me get the upper hand over <<light Angela>>...// <div id='choices'><<link "Let's convince them">><<set $betforgroup3 to true>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I found nothing wrong in going for the bet. Either way, I was going to win and that would be a delectable victory. <<s Author>>Let's do this, let's convince them.<</s>> I said to my friend, before hooking my arms around hers to head towards them. <<s Jasmin>>Eva will definitely be easy to convince. Yara's the one I'm afraid of. She's got a stick up her ass.<</s>> My friend didn't care to filter her words. I leaned towards agreeing with her though. <<s Author>>Don't say that to her though, she'd eat you up alive.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>She wishes she could eat me up!<</s>> My friend exclaimed in a jokeful manner as we reached our friends. <<s Yara>>What's up?<</s>> <<light Yara>> looked at us, studying our faces for information. <<s Author>>Jasmin made a bet. With Jerome.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>And?<</s>> Time to get that convincing going. <<s Author>>And it involves you.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh really? What was the bet about?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>If we get a higher grade, their group has to dress up all feminine for a day.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> beamed while saying this, confident in her tone. <<s Yara>>Easy win.<</s>> My dominant friend was smiling at this point. <<s Eva>>What if we lose?<</s>> True to form, <<light Eva>> asked the right question. <<s Jasmin>>If we lose, our team each owes them a blowjob.<</s>> <<light Yara>> looked at us incredulously. <<s Yara>>What kind of fucking bet is this?<</s>> She was utterly confused. <<s Jasmin>>The kind we can win and not worry about.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was quick to reply. <div id='choices2'><<link "Play mind games">><<replace "#choices2">><<if $group3 is "Girls">><<s Author>>Come on, Yara. With you as leader, there's no way we'd lose!<</s>> I sucked up to her, trying to rope her in. <<s Yara>>That's not the point...<</s>> Her commitment was wavering. <<s Author>>I never figured you'd be one to back down from a challenge!<</s>> I said, smiling at her. She cracked. <<s Yara>>I'm not. I'm not. Let's beat these guys. But y'all better put on your A-Game!<</s>> She threatened us. I smiled to <<light Jasmin>> at this small success. <<light Yara>> was on our side. <<light Eva>> was quick to follow along, as they gave us their agreement to the bet. I went back with <<light Jasmin>> towards the other group. <<s Jasmin>>You really know her buttons!<</s>> She said as we made our way there. <<s Author>>And I know she'll drill us even harder on this project now.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's what we need, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, of course?<</s>> I looked at her, not quite understanding where her question was coming from, as we got to <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>So?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You're so on.<</s>> He smiled wide. <<s Jerome>>Good, I can't wait to see you all with a big black cock stretching your mouths. Especially that frigid whore Yara.<</s>> He said, his words immediately striking a clear image in my mind on what could potentially happen, and unwittingly causing a stir in my loins. <<light Jasmin>> probably felt that same thing, as I heard her stifle a moan. <<s Jasmin>>We'll see about that.<</s>> She barely got out. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <<else>><<s Author>>What, too afraid to take on a bet you know you'll lose?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'd never lose.<</s>>She was quick to retaliate. <<s Yara>>It's just so sickening thinking about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Never figured you'd be one to back up from a challenge!<</s>> I teased her, knowing exactly what buttons to press. <<s Yara>>I'm not. What's your forfeit, though?<</s>> I didn't quite understand what she meant by that. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I mean, win or lose, you're not affected.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>What if we add a stipulation. Win, I give you that blowjob. Lose, you are my pet for a day.<</s>> She had yet again turned the tables on me, challenging me with a choice of my own. <<s Yara>>Think about it. And see what you're up for.<</s>> I couldn't help but feel like it was some sort of a win/win situation for her, as I headed back with <<light Jasmin>> towards my own group and <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jasmin>>What will you choose?<</s>> My friend was intrigued as I allowed the thoughts to swirl in my head. <<s Author>>It's high stakes alright.<</s>> I said, slightly apprehensive of the whole thing. We reached my teammate, who looked at us expectantly. <<s Jerome>>So?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> turned towards me to see what choice I was going to make. <div id='choices3'><<link "We're on.">><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>We're on.<</s>> I said confidently. They both beamed at my answer, as I looked at them go back to their arguing over which team would win. <<light Yara>> definitely considered both outcomes as wins in her books. Did I think of them the same? Only time was going to tell... <<if $group3 is "Boys">>Having <<light Angela>> out herself on the line like that as well was an intriguing prospect. I just needed to win that bet no matter what!<<else>>The annoying part? <<light Angela>> had never agreed to it, and would not be a part of the debauchery that would no wonder take place... Doesn't mean we won't make her jealous when the time comes, right?<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<if $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "*" "You've opted out of this kind of content. The other option is better for you.">><</if>> <<link "Bet's off">><<set $betforgroup3 to false>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't willing to challenge her like that. This was too much on the line. <<s Author>>Bet is off.<</s>> I said, dejectedly. <<light Jasmin>> was not so pleased with the outcome, but understood my position. <<s Jasmin>>Too bad.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Too bad indeed, you girls would've looked amazing with your lips wrapped about our cocks.<</s>> I shuddered at the thought of such an image, my own reality slightly different with a cunt-munching <<light Yara>> at my nether region no longer being a reality. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay silent">><<set $betforgroup3 to false>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't now what to say to make things better, and so elected to remain silent as I saw the argument devolve until eventually the bet was off. <<light Jasmin>> dejectedly went back with me to inform <<light Jerome>> of the news. <<s Jerome>>Too bad. I was looking forward to having y'all four blowing us off like the horny bitches I know you are.<</s>> His powerful words struck an interesting image in my mind for a moment, before disappearing. //Well that's that I guess.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "The bet will fall apart">></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "This whole bet is stupid">><<set $betforgroup3 to false>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at <<light Jasmin>> sternly, not quite believing what she was trying to get us all into. <<s Author>>This bet is stupid. I'm not agreeing to it.<</s>> I said, before taking my leave. The two of them were dejected by my reaction, clearly sad at some sort of a lost opportunity. They seriously are all about sex, these two. No filter whatsoever. //I'm glad I didn't take that bet, who knows what could've happened!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group3 is "Boys" and $group3grade gte 3>><<add "yarasub" 2>><<add "yarabbc" 2>><<add "reputation" 3>><<add "arousal" 50>>Here we were, the two groups having stayed behind in the class, calculating the differences in our scores. <<s Jasmin>>We've had one grade addition for each of our projects. You all don't even stand a chance!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> called out excitedly. <<light Jerome>> was smiling, eager to prove her wrong. <<s Jerome>>And yet, here we are. With <<print $group3grade>> points.<</s>> He announced. <<s Jasmin>>What? That can't be!<</s>> <<s Author>>Read them and weep.<</s>> I handed over the piece of paper that announced the news. <<s Angela>>Seriously? You guys were for real?<</s>> <<light Angela>> asked, weirded out. <<s Author>>You team had agreed to a bet, and they lost.<</s>> <<s Yara>>So that means...<</s>> My dominant friend was apprehensive of what was to happen here. <<s Samuel>>We'll take it easy on you. But you all better kneel.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> spoke out, his hand already placed on <<light Yara>>'s shoulder and pushing her to her knees. <<s Jerome>>Don't worry, sexy Angela, no one will find out.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Fuck...<</s>> She no wonder thought of her boyfriend, and <<light Jasmin>> and herself were finding their place near <<light Jerome>> while <<light Julio>> accosted <<light Eva>>. <<s Julio>>Lips are lips.<</s>> The queer <<light Julio>> spoke as he brought her down to her knees. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj5.jpg">> I wouldn't be having an actual role to play in this naughty blowrgy, but I figured playing support and pushing my friends' limits would be a noble job as any. //I could interact with any of the girls I might want to, and influence them to do a better job if I want that to happen.// <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj4.jpg">> <div id='continue'><div id='choice1'><<if $Yara gte 20>><<link "Yara needs to put more in her mouth.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choice1">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">>I approached my dominant friend, now on her knees in front of the impressive black cock that <<light Samuel>> wielded. <<s Yara>>Do I seriously have to get this in my mouth?<</s>> She asked, seeming nauseated. <<s Author>>Yara it's only a cock. And it's his right. He's won and you lost.<</s>> I taunted her, instilling the knowledge inside of her that she indeed was a loser. <<s Yara>>I shouldn't have lost. I did everything right.<</s>> She argued. <<s Author>>Yet you lost, so you obviously were wrong. Get that cock in your mouth.<</s>> I ordered her, my hand grabbing the cock and pushing her head onto it. Her lips parted to welcome the invading member. Here she was, my dominant, athletic, and quite courageous friend, on her knees with a big black cock in her mouth, serving just like her friends around her did. Gone were the days where she could claim she was better than others because she was "pure" or whatnot... Gone were the days where people would see her as a gem, she was now on her knees serving another. And whether she liked it or not, despite the struggle she was having in fitting him in her mouth, her athleticism never left her, and her breathing remained controlled as she kept taking more and more of him inside of her mouth. She might have not done this before, but her competitive nature wasn't going to let her give up and offer a less-than stellar performance. If she was a white cock slut, she'd be the best one here! <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yara" "Not close enough">><</if>> or <<link "Ignore Yara">><<replace "#choice1">>I let <<light Yara>> do her thing at her own pace, on her knees in front of <<light Samuel>>.<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='choice2'><<if $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "Jasmin and Angela need to fight over the cock">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 2>><<replace "#choice2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">>Near me, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Angela>> were nursing on <<light Jerome>>'s huge cock, his stiff member like a pillar between their pouty lips. <<light Jasmin>> had challenged the man, thinking she was better than him, and was proven wrong. Near her, <<light Angela>>, the head cheerleader, was also proven to be a failure in this bet, and I was more than happy to see her on her knees with my friend. They were respectful of each other, serving the cock in unison... Yet whores like this needed to be put in their place. <<s Author>>You two are so boring. You lost, live with it.<</s>> I immediately attacked their pride, as they looked up at me from their kneeling position. <<s Author>>I know you have more in you than this simple kissing and licking. Jasmin, you've served that cock long enough to know what makes it explode, are you going to let her take that away from you?<</s>> I looked at the biggest rival I had, not so intimidating now that she choked on a BBC. <<s Author>>And you, have you not trained enough on your misogynist white boyfriend's cock? You can do better.<</s>> I called out. <<s Author>>Or is he too small for it to matter?<</s>> <<light Angela>> needed to prove herself. Sluts without remorse, their attitude towards each other and the cock that stood between them changed, now a true fight arising between them as they rushed to prove themselves to the black python that separated them. How easy it is to turn two white girls who were friends and worked on the same group into opposing forces once their horniness for a black cock started controlling them! <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Jasmin and Angela" "World not blacked enough">><</if>> or <<link "Ignore Jasmin and Angela">><<replace "#choice2">>I let <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Angela>> blow off <<light Jerome>> leisurely.<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='choice3'><<if $evasub gte 15>><<link "Eva needs to let go of her inhibitions">><<add "evasub" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choice3">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj-normal.jpg">>I noticed my friend <<light Eva>> struggle a bit to take <<light Julio>>'s cock. This one was less than eager to have her on her knees in front of him. <<s Author>>At this pace, you'll never make him cum.<</s>> I teased her, attacking her pride as she looked up at me stunned. <<s Eva>>But I don't know what to do!<</s>> She was hurt by the whole situation, and it was obvious she was struggling and wanted it done as soon as possible. <<s Author>>A loser whore who doesn't know how to serve her betters.<</s>> I attacked her directly, feeling power course through me. <<s Author>>You need to serve him better. You need to give it your all. You lost, you're a failure. Don't be even more of a failure!<</s>> A tear drifted down her face as she dealt with my words, then attacked the cock in front of her with renewed vigor. She might be hurt by what I said, but she was going to serve right whatever it took. And something in her seemed to break as she continued to take that cock in her mouth, bobbing on it and using her tongue to bring it more pleasure, just like a submissive whore ought to do. She was going to do her job right whatever it took, especially after receiving my words of humiliation. Just like a good whore ought to do! <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eva" "She's not submissive enough">><</if>> or <<link "Ignore Eva">><<replace "#choice3">><<light Eva>> continues to serve <<light Julio>>, enjoying his moans of appreciation.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<link "That's all">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj3.jpg">>And that's how they spent the next few minutes, white girls on their knees serving their black overlords with their mouths, bobbing their heads up and down as I watched along with jealousy. I might've wanted to have one of them serve me, but I found an unnerving beauty in seeing their pouty lips wrapped around these big black cocks. A bunch of white whores, in their place on their knees, serving their betters. Just because of a grade. I was lowkey liking my life right now! //<<light Angela>> was a whore like my friends after all...// <<link "Time to leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $group3 is "Boys">><<add "arousal" 50>>I made my bed, and it was time to lie in it. As <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> settled the score near us, <<light Yara>>'s eyes didn't leave mine. The conclusion, which we were all aware of in advance, came out in their favor. And I swear I could see an intense joy growing in my dominant friend's eyes, only matched in intensity by <<light Angela>>, who imagined what would happen behind closed doors... Without a word, she called me over with her finger and walked out, heading god knows where. As I followed, I could swear <<light Angela>> followed all the way through with her eyes, and in them... longing? <<s Author>>Where are we going?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm finding you a place where you can serve me fully. I'll have you slaving away at my feet.<</s>> She announced, before heading to a secluded classroom, closing and locking the door behind us. <<s Yara>>Kneel.<</s>> She ordered, and I immediately followed. <<s Yara>>This is exactly how things are to progress from here on. You, on your knees, serving me. Your superior.<</s>> A shiver travelled through my spine. I don't know if I ever expected anything different from my friend honestly. I knew where things would go should I fail in the project, should I lose this bet. And yet I still lost. I had many chances to redeem myself, yet didn't. I could have been the one in control here, me and the boys, but I wasn't. She was, and she was angry at me. <<s Yara>>Are you fucking deaf?<</s>> She called out to me, shaking me out of my reverie. <<s Yara>>I told you to crawl over and help me take off my shoes.<</s>> I seemed to have been too thoughtful, not quite registering what she was saying. Now I did hear it, and made the humiliating crawl over. <<s Yara>>That's a good girl.<</s>> She complimented me, something I didn't expect and something I even further didn't expect to have such an impact on me. <<s Yara>>Now off with the shoes.<</s>> And off they went, one after the other, followed by the sweaty socks underneath. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-feet.jpg">> After all, my friend was an athlete. <<s Yara>>You can kiss them if you like.<</s>> She looked down at me with an intense stare. <<s Yara>>If you like.<</s>> She had repeated herself, making it obvious it was a choice, but also making it clear what she'd want me to choose. Her feet were sweaty, they smelled a bit, and yet I was considering this suggestion of hers. What's the worst that could happen, right? Their shape, their form... They were calling me... <div id='footchoice'><<if $subdom lte -15>><<link "I want to worship her feet.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#footchoice">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-feetlick.jpg">> I couldn't fight against the submissive urge that flowed through me, feelign the need to debase myself in front of my friend, eager to serve her and kiss her feet. She smiled wide at my submissive gesture. She knew she had me wrapped around her finger. <<s Yara>>Oh that's a good submissive right there. You'll make a great pet!<</s>> She praised me momentarily, pushing her feet to my face as I continued to shower them with kisses and love. I was so low I was making love to my friend's feet... And I loved it. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I want to worship her feet" "Not submissive enough">><</if>></div> Suddenly, she moved her feet out of my face and ushered with her fingers for me to look up. <<s Yara>>I know you enjoy the sight of my feet, but I'd really enjoy the sight of your naked body. Get these clothes off.<</s>> I had half a mind to argue against her request, as I gave a furtive look to the door. We were in a secluded classroom in the last floor of the school after hours. No one would bother us anytime soon. One article at a time, I got rid of my clothing, removing these pieces of fabric to reveal my nude self to my friend. I remained kneeling at the feet of my superior, not daring to look her right in the face. <<s Yara>>Atta girl!<</s>> She praised me like a mistress would her pet. <<s Yara>>Let's see the pussy you'll be burried in for the next hour, shall we?<</s>> As she said that, she slowly lowered her yoga pants, revealing the thong underneath, as she stepped aside from her athletic gear. <<s Yara>>I like the way you look at me.<</s>> She said, taking in my stare. <<s Author>>You're beautiful.<</s>> I couldn't stop the words from escaping my lips. <<light Yara>> smiled. <<s Yara>>Careful. If someone were to hear you they'd think you lost on purpose!<</s>> She said, teasing me. I blushed heavily. It was like she knew what had been travelling through my mind recently, and called me out for it... Did I lose on purpose? <<s Yara>>How about you take off my thong, slave?<</s>> She commanded me, and I rushed to follow her request. She swatted my hand away. <<s Yara>>With your mouth.<</s>> The girl was kinky, and she was turning me into another version of her. And I loved it. My body moved closer to hers, still on my knees as I looked at her tight belly and beautiful soft curves. My hand found their place against her thigh as my lips and teeth wrapped around the flimsy piece of fabric. An animalistic impulse wanted me to pull at it hard to snap it open. Yet my tamed nature knew that the dominant person in front of me would not appreciate that. I remained still for a moment, fully understanding that I was about to undress my friend like a slave of old. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-yaracunni1.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Remember, you're the one that brought you here. If you hadn't chosen to go through that bet, none of this would've happened.<</s>> She said, teasing me once more. I nodded, and in doing so, slowly lowered her thong. I brought myself here. I lost, and here I was paying for it. By giving head to my friend. Did I really lose? Slowly, I lowered the thong down her supple legs, revealing her pussy and attacked my her beautiful smell. //She was horny.// I noticed my friend was enjoying this, what was happening, and I felt flattered by it. If she was horny, that meant I was doing something good. If she was horny, that meant she was enjoying what was happening. Just as much as I was. My friend retreated, depriving me of the beautiful smell of her sex, and found her place on the professor's desk, sitting right on it and calling me over. Like a pet rushing to her mistress, I followed her command and moved close. Her hand rested on my head, brushing my hair for me, just like one would her bitch. I was getting wet at the whole thing happening. I wanted to serve. I was enjoying this. <<s Yara>>Go for it.<</s>> She gave me the okay, and I attacked, a dog eager to be tasting her food. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-yaracunni2.jpg">> My lips found hers, and my mouth attacked her snatch, tasting and licking and enjoying her flowing juices. She was horny, and that made it easier for my tongue to glide across her pouty lips. I was enjoying every moment of this, tasting her eagerly as she spread her legs wide and enjoyed my wanton licking. <<s Yara>>That's such a good girl. You're such a good- slut.<</s>> She tried to praise me in between moans and breaths of enjoyment, cherishing my tongue against her. I kept at it, eagerly licking at her entrance, my tongue exploring further as it tried to reach for more. <<s Yara>>You were made for this. Made to serve.<</s>> Her words of praise reached my ears, and I just had to moan as a response, my own fingers finding my snatch, trying to bring myself closer to orgasm as I did her. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-yaracunni3.jpg">> Her hand was brushing my hair out of my face, helping me in serving her, petting me. And I loved it, as I pushed mself beyond my limits, looking to push her beyond her limits. And eventually, her hands tightened their grip on my head, her legs wrapped behind me, as she came against my suckling lips, moaning out in appreciation, happy with my service as I was happy serving. I was still trying for my own orgasm, my fingers attacking my own vagina. <<s Yara>>Stop.<</s>> She ordered me. I just had to follow her command, trying to whimper submissively to make her feel bad for me. <<s Yara>>You can cum, only if you answer this question truthfully.<</s>> She said, building up the tension for the question that was to come. <<s Yara>>Did you lose on purpose because you wanted to serve me?<</s>> She asked me, her eyes drilling mine. That was a real question, one that had been playing in my mind througout this encounter... And yet I still hadn't had an answer to it... <div id='choices'><<link "Yes, I lost because I wanted to serve you.">><<set $arousal to 0>><<less "subdom" 4>><<add "open" 2>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Author>>Yes, I lose because I wanted to serve you.<</s>> It felt like the right answer, not because that was what she wanted to hear, but because that was what I believed to be true. <<s Yara>>Good pet. You may cum.<</s>> She praised me, smiling wide. I allowed the waves of horniness hit me stronger and stronger, as I kept playign with myself at her feet. She was enjoying the sight, mindlessly playing with her own pussy as she looked at me. <<s Yara>>Keep losing for me and you'll be the greatest winner in the world.<</s>> She said. This promise broke me. I would probably keep losing to my friend, keep giving her the W's and serving her, simply because I wanted to see her on top, I wanted to keep seeing her at this angle. And that was something that brought me great, naughty pleasure. I would lose my life serving her, and I'd like it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, I shouldn't have lost.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 2>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I shouldn't have lost. I did everything right.<</s>> I said, a pang of jealousy coursing through me. It was unfair that she'd get the victory like that after I fought for so long. <<s Yara>>Wrong answer, slut. You shouldn't cum if you feel tricked. Just leave.<</s>> She said, now less open to cuddle me and play with me that I ruined the fantasy for her. It was ruined for me too, despite my ongoing horniness. This woman doesn't deserve my horniness. Next time, I'll do better. I am sure of it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "If only. I lost because I am a true failure.">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "open" 5>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "smarts" 2>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-masturbation.jpg">><<s Author>>If only. I lost because I am a true failure.<</s>> I spoke honestly, immediately receiving an intrigued look from my dominant friend. <<s Yara>>You lost becuse you were not good enough.<</s>> She said, re-iterating what I had just admitted. <<s Yara>>Maybe you're not good enough to serve me then?<</s>> She continued, now obviously teasing me. I still fell for it. <<s Author>>No. No. I am.<</s>> I almost begged. She remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Yara>>No, you are worthy. But it's okay to be a failure. That's what you are and it's normal.<</s>> She said, her tone playfully playing in my ears as I went back to toying with myself as she nodded to me. <<s Yara>>You are a failure. But you'll be my failure. Mine to break and defeat time and time again.<</s>> She announced, smiling at my submissive state. My mouth opened agape, my mind hazy, as I brought myself closer to climax. <<s Yara>>Your one worth is your service to me.<</s>> She said finally, breaking my spirit and allowing me to cum like a wanton whore at her feet. And I loved it. This feeling of abandon, the humilation she brought onto me... I needed more of it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $group3 is "Girls" and $group3grade gte 3>><<add "reputation" 3>><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-drag.jpg">>Humiliated and subjected to the biggest of laughs, the boys followed us girls to the theater, where we had free access to the costumes there to dress them up. <<s Jasmin>>You'll look amazing in that dress, Jerome.<</s>> My friend teased her on-again off-again partner, as she sized him up against the olden article of clothing. Next to her, <<light Yara>>, <<light Eva>>, and I were choosing stuff for <<light Samuel>> and <<light Julio>> to wear. The vibes were immaculate, and I could certainly feel empowered as I turned the tables on the men, for once a woman making comments about a man's body rather than the opposite right to their face. <<s Author>>Maybe you'd better shave these hairs, you'd look better in that skirt, Samu.<</s>> I teased my friend, who looked at me intensely. <<s Yara>>These tight leggins really bring your ass out, Julio!<</s>> My athletic friend joined me in the teasing. <<s Author>>You boys look very very fuckable.<</s>> I complimented them, before clarifying: <<s Author>>Up the ass I mean.<</s>> <<s Angela>>This is lowkey fun!<</s>> The head cheerleader was probably the only thing I'd have changed about the whole situation, unhappy o be sharing the success with my biggest rival at school. Laughs galore as we continued teasing them the whole time, even calling for a fashion show at one point right on the secluded stage. We were laughing, they tried to join despite the embarassment... It was all good vibes it felt to me. Eventually, they went back to change into their original clothes as my female friends - and my rival - left the stage. Something in me was asking me to mend the hatred and make sure there was no hard feelings between me and the boys... Another part was apprehensive to be placing myself in such a vulnerable position... <div id='choices'><<link "Ignore it all and just walk away">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Choosing not to put myself in that particularly tricky position, I decided to ignore their pouty faces and walk away from this whole ordeal. They'll deal with it all at their own pace. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better check up on them">><<add "Samuel" 3>><<add "Jerome" 3>><<add "Julio" 3>><<replace "#choices">>They were my friends after all, and I had initially chosen not to join their team and was now teasing them for not doing as well as the team I eventually chose did... I felt bad about the way I had acted, and wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings between us. <<s Author>>Hey boys... Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked as I walked into the changing room, them in their boxers and me still fully dressed. They barely gave me a look as they remained thoughtful. <<s Author>>Look I'm sorry about this. This was not how any of it was supposed to go.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>How was it supposed to go? You won fair and square.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said, hurt but truthful. I nodded. <<s Samuel>>Yeah it's fine. We never really had a fighting chance facing you girls.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> praised me, yet I wasn't as happy about it as I should've been. <<s Author>>Regardless, I'm sorry. I don't know why we even had that stupid date.<</s>> I said, frustrated with the whole thing. <<s Samuel>>That's okay. We could've had you sucking us all like fucking whores, but that didn't pay off.<</s>> My friend claimed, and I remembered the stakes that were at hand. <<s Julio>>That's true.<</s>> <<light Julio>> acquiessed, finally breaking his silence. <<s Jerome>>To have your lips around my cock, bobbing on it like whores... That would've been a glorious sight.<</s>> <<light Jerome>>'s imagination rubbed off on me, as I thought of the python that hid in the boxers he currently wore. To have our lips wrapped on their cocks... To suck them<<if $subdom lte 0>> and serve them<</if>>... <<light Jerome>> picked up on that. <<s Jerome>>Alas, this is not what happened, instead here we are, sad, defeated, with nothing to do but dress up again.<</s>> //To suck them all off at once...// I knew this thought was a dangerous one, but I entertained it nonetheless... <<light Samuel>> also picked up on my mental state. <<s Samuel>>Unfortunately, we ended up with blue balls and hard cocks that haven't found release.<</s>> <<s Julio>>And a whore that continues to tease us for our failures instead of paying reparations.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was less subtle about this whole thing, but more direct. My eyes went wide at the realization of what was to happen... <div id='choices2'><<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "I need their cocks, right now.">><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<add "Julio" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-penetration.jpg">> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<s Author>>I hope you're better with your dicks than you are at art.<</s>> I said, my comment soon cut off by one of the aggressive men, desperate for the loving I was about to offer.<</if>> In went the first's cock, penetrating me as I laid down naked on top of a heat of clothing, surrounded by their strong hard bodies. I was a whore, who despite winning her bet, was paying for her win with her body. There was no other explanation to this, what was happening here, beyond me being a horny minx who needed these three attractive boys to<<if $subdom lte 20>> take her in all ways they knew how.<<else>> desperately enjoy what only she could offer them.<</if>> <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-orgy1.jpg">> Their bodies surrounded me, the cock inside me bringing me amazing ecstacy as I tried to handle the other two cocks, locking my hands around them and holding onto them for dear life. I blew them one after the other, and enjoyed their cocks the best I could. I had won,<<if $subdom lt 20>> yet I knew that in this newest advancement, they were the ultimate winners. I won their cocks in me, but I was only doing what was awaited from me as the whore I was.<<else>> and I was now reaping the reward of my victory like a whore would.<</if>> A whore that was in control of these men's pleasure. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-orgy2.jpg">> I didn't quite feel entirely in control though, as their hard cocks kept trading places to lodge themselves in my needy snatch, fucking me to my limits and pushing beyond these limits to bring out my pleasure in exchange for theirs. <<s Samuel>>Still feel like a winner here?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> taunted me. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I moaned out, feeling like I hit the jackpot with these three fantastic men surrounding me. Moments ago, I was laughing at them dressed as women. <<if $subdom lte -20>>Now, they made sure I knew my place as a lesser white woman.<</if>> And I loved it. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-facial.jpg">> The boys eventually did one final painting for their arts project, this time using my face as the canvas, their cocks as the brushes, and painting me with their tasty sperm. I had become a work of art, all thanks to them. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I found myself saying, happy to have <<if $subdom lt 0>>served these masculine powerful men.<<else>>received the service of these sexy men and their hard cocks.<</if>> <<s Jerome>>You're welcome.<</s>> They taunted me as they left me to deal with the repercussions of my whorish actions. I wouldn't have it any other way, I was a winner! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I need their cocks, right now." "Not corrupted enough">><</if>> <<link "I better retreat. This is not what I had signed up for.">><<replace "#choices2">>Preferring to retreat from the dangerous position I found myself in, I apologized as I headed to the door. <<s Author>>Sorry boys, I never meant to be a tease... Bye.<</s>> I headed out, hearing them arguing with one another behind me, blaming <<light Julio>> for his straightforwardness. I was about to engage in the weirdest of orgies with men I had just dressed like their female counterparts... Bullet dodged! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group3 is "Girls">><<add "yarasub" 2>><<add "yarabbc" 2>><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj3.jpg">>Four white sluts and three black cocks. Something didn't quite add up in this combination as we knelt in front of the towering men. We had lost our bet, and <<light Yara>>, <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>>, and I were currently on our knees as eye candy to the three black men towering in front of us, <<light Jerome>>, <<light Julio>>, and <<light Samuel>>. <<light Angela>>, unaware of the challenge, was quick to join her boyfriend away from everyone. <<s Yara>>Do we really have to do that?<</s>> My friend asked, apprehensive to be taking a BBC in her mouth. <<s Jerome>>Yes, slut. You lost and you need to pay the price.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was quick to reprimand her. He had wanted her kneeling in front of him for a long time, and there she was now, serving his cock like a common whore. As was I and my other two female friends. <<light Yara>> looked at me, almost imploring me to intervene. It was obvious that she needed my help, for once feeling weak in front of others. Whether I chose to reassure her or helped break her down further, she'd end up with a black cock in her mouth either way. The question was whether or not I wanted to push her further down that depraved hole and truly bring out the slut in her. <div id='choices'><<link "She's defeated. She better act like it.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<less "Yara" 3>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We lost, Yara. You lost. And they won. They deserve this.<</s>> I said plainly to my friend, putting her in her place. She looked at me confused, before nodding. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> The imposing man said, <<s Jerome>>Come over here and suck my cock you whore.<</s>> His words were poignant, and yet my friend submissively made her way towards his powerful-looking cock. She was ready to serve alongside us, as she eyed the imposing member in front of her. <<s Yara>>What do I do?<</s>> She was inexperienced, and it seemed <<light Jerome>> appreciated that even more. <<s Jerome>>I've always wanted you in front of me serving my cock. I guess the true dominant won after all.<</s>> He said, grabbing the back of her head and impaling her on his cock. Alongside them, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Eva>> got to work on the cocks that stood to attention in front of them, serving the penises that would claim victory over their faces. I had my choice on who to serve alongside which of my friends, on whose cock called to me to give it attention and be a whore to... <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj4.jpg">> <div id='choices2'><<link "Serve Jerome alongside Yara">><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">>I approached my dominant friend, the one who currently serviced a black man with her mouth, and watched in rapt attention as <<light Jerome>> expertly broke down her defenses. <<s Yara>>Please, calm down.<</s>> She begged in between deepthroats, her inexperience showing. <<s Jerome>>Would you have slowed down?<</s>> He asked, slapping her across the face with his cock. <<light Yara>> looked up at him. Whether it was her pride of folly that pushed her to, she shook her head "no". The dominant man smiled, placing his cock back in her mouth. <<s Jerome>>Glad to see we're on the same page, whore.<</s>> He made her suffer, his cock attacking her throat continuously. <<s Jerome>>You better put your lips to work, slut.<</s>> He adressed me with a scary taunt. I rushed to put his balls against my face and suckle on them, each the size of my eyeball yet more imposing and musky than any I've seen before. My "dominant" ahtletic friend struggled with his huge cock while I played around with his balls. Eventally, <<light Jerome>> decided to change tacts. <<s Jerome>> How about we show her how it's truly done?<</s>> He asked me, pushing my own lips against his cock, impaling me on his impressive member. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> <<if $oralplay gte 7>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Yara>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Yara>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Yara>>. She had something to prove, and she would prove it. Her head bobbed up and down as she took up the challenge to offer a better job than I did. She struggled, all of her years of athleticism not preparing her for the challenge that a black cock would bring. All these years of trials, to be slain by a big black cock. Seemed fitting. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores that man has ever seen. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Yara>>, something deep within her awakened by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Serve Samuel alongside Jasmin">><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Samuel>><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">>Let's see what a whore like you can do to a cock like mine.<</s>> A new side of <<light Samuel>>'s character was showing as <<light Jasmin>>'s lips wrapped around his impressive cock. While shorter than <<light Jerome>>'s, who was being serviced by <<light Yara>>, his cock was girthy, challenging my friend to take more and more of him in. Seeing me approach, his demeanor softened. <<s Samuel>><<print $name>>. Glad to see you join us. My balls feel lonely.<</s>> His words weren't as romantic as they once were, the power he was feeling rising to his head. He wanted me to serve, and serve I shall. I went to work on his genitals alongside my friend. <<light Jasmin>> was distracted, constantly giving the side eye to <<light Yara>> to watch her actions, unwittingly jealous of my friend and her activity on the cock in front of her. This jealousy would break her for sure. And it's get her rushing back into <<light Jerome>>'s arms. Right now, she was stuck with <<light Samuel>>'s penis and his wider size, submissively trying to bring him pleasure. <<s Samuel>>That's it, whore. Keep the energy.<</s>> If my friend was to show her on again off again partner that he was missing out, she'd have to really pull out all the stops here. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">> She lowered herself from the cock and went to nurse his balls alongside me, his cock resting on our faces and slapping us each at a time. <<s Jasmin>>Fuck I feel so bad.<</s>> <<s Author>>We're losers. It's normal.<</s>> I said, pushing her even further down that hole as I went up to service the cock that rested on my face, wrapping my lips around it to take in as much as I could from it. I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. This was the world she had been fighitng for for so long on the streets, and she now saw it materialized right in front of her face. <<if $oralplay gte 7>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Jasmin>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Jasmin>>. She had something to prove to the man ravaging our common friend, and she would prove it. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> She attacked <<light Samuel>>'s cock with renewed vigor, pulling all the stops to truly serve him well. His moans were indicative that she was succeeding in her mission. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores these men have ever seen. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Jasmin>>, something deep within her having been broken by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Serve Julio alongside Eva">><<add "Julio" 2>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">>I noticed my friend <<light Eva>> struggle a bit to take <<light Julio>>'s cock. This one was less than eager to have her on her knees in front of him. <<s Author>>At this pace, you'll never make him cum.<</s>> I teased her, attacking her pride as she looked up at me stunned. <<s Eva>>But I don't know what to do!<</s>> She was hurt by the whole situation, and it was obvious she was struggling and wanted it done as soon as possible. <<s Author>>A loser whore who doesn't know how to serve her betters.<</s>> I attacked her directly, feeling power course through me. <<s Author>>You need to serve him better. You need to give it your all. You lost, you're a failure. Don't be even more of a failure!<</s>> As I spoke, I made my way to my knees in front of him, to display the kind of service someone like <<light Julio>> deserved. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> My mouth immediately got to work servicing the impressvie penis in front of me, bobbing up and down and sucking with gusto to get him hard. My activity had its desired effect as <<light Eva>> watched along in rapt attention, learning from me it seemed. I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. This was the world she had been fighitng for for so long on the streets, and she now saw it materialized right in front of her face. <<if $oraplay gte 7>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Eva>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Eva>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Eva>>. She had something to prove to herself and to me, and she would prove it. Pushing me aside, her head immediately got to bobbing on the fat cock in front of her, elliciting moans from the artistic man in front of her as she took him in. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">> I decided to tease her even further. <<s Author>>You failed, and you're sucking a man's cock just because he drew a better painting than you did. What a fucking whore.<</s>> I taunted her, seeing her moan out at my words, getting off on the humiliation. <<s Author>>That's all we'll ever be good for.<</s>> I said, joining her again in serving the cock in front of us and cradling his balls with my lips. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores these men have ever seen. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Eva>>, something deep within her having been broken by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "She shouldn't worry, I'll be right by her side.">><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj4.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey, it's okay. I'll be beside you the whole time.<</s>> I reassured my friend as I ushered her alongside me to <<light Jerome>>'s impressive member. <<s Author>>Let's just start by licking.<</s>> I suggested, starting the motion and looking at her to join me. Thankfully, <<light Jerome>> elected to remain silent, noticing that I was doing the work of convincing my friend for him. She gave up and joined me, her tongue shooting out to lick the cock in front of her. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">> I knew what to do to entice my friend and bring out a nice reaction from the man between us, as I allowed my tongue drift further than it had started to to meet hers on the cock between us. This brought a shock to my friend's face, who then rested and allowed her own tongue to go further in the hopes of finding mine again. <<s Author>>Serving black cock is not so bad if we do it with friends, right?<</s>> I teased her before returning to sucking his cock from the side, licking away with reckless abandon. <<s Yara>>Yeah.<</s>> She moaned out before joining me again. <<s Jerome>>How about you take the head in your mouth?<</s>> The imposing black man suggested to my friend as he grabbed the side of her face, cradling it affectively as he brought her towards the tip of his cock. <<light Yara>>, somewhat taken by the activity, drifted higher until she was in line with his cock, and placed her beautiful lips around the big black cock head. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>That's a good girl.<</s>> He praised her. <<light Yara>> being called a good girl was quite unusual, but indeed she was being a good girl in that instance, serving the black cock just like a good submissive would. <<s Author>>Keep it going.<</s>> I supported her, before receiving order of my own. <<light Jerome>> had less patience towards me. <<s Jerome>>You better put your lips to work, slut.<</s>> He adressed me with a scary taunt. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">> I rushed to put his balls against my face and suckle on them, each the size of my eyeball yet more imposing and musky than any I've seen before. My "dominant" ahtletic friend struggled with his huge cock, trying to lower herself onto him, while I played around with his balls. Eventally, <<light Jerome>> decided to change tacts. <<s Jerome>>How about we change pace a bit, show our new slut how it's done?<</s>> He asked me, pushing my own lips against his cock, impaling me on his impressive member. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj1.jpg">> I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. <<if $oralplay gte 7>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Yara>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Yara>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Yara>>. She had something to prove, and she would prove it. Her head bobbed up and down as she took up the challenge to offer a better job than I did. She struggled, all of her years of athleticism not preparing her for the challenge that a black cock would bring. All these years of trials, to be slain by a big black cock. Seemed fitting. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj.jpg">> If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores that man has ever seen. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> He imposing figure rewarded my broken friend with a couple kind words, which had the effect of speeding her sucking pace, truly turned on by the words she had received. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Yara>>, something deep within her awakened by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 2 and $group3 is "Boys">><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "The Painting Meeting">><div id="continue"> Gathering ourselves at my place, the boys had arrived with a huge canvas that we were to use. <<s Author>>Where did you get that from?<</s>> I called out, impressed it could even fit in my apartment, as it took over the whole floor. <<s Julio>>I bought it for the project.<</s>> <<light Julio>> answered me matter-of-factly. <<s Julio>>Don't worry, I'm taking this home by the end of this, because I know we'll do something great.<</s>> His confidence in our group's abilities didn't quite rub on me, as I thought of what needed to be done in order to make a success out of this project. <<s Samuel>>You're right! After all, how hard is it to paint stuff?<</s>> <<link "Pretty Hard">><<replace "#continue">>Turns out, as I expected, it was a pretty hard ordeal. First of all, paint gets everywhere pretty fast, and before we knew it our hands were completely dirtied. Second, we couldn't find ourselves to agree on anything, least of all what kind of painting we wanted to do. <<s Jerome>>It's goddamn stupid all you're saying.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was brutally honest as always. <<s Jerome>>Your brush doesn't need to be all over the place, Samuel.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>If you didn't mess up the lanscape, I wouldn't have to get back here.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> interjected, exasperated. Tensions were high, but then again it's kind of expected with a group full of boys with superiority issues... <<s Julio>>Seriously, I shouldn't have worn something white while working on this.<</s>> <<light Julio>> called out, before deciding to take off his shirt. Soon thereafter, the boys followed suit, seeing that this strategy was the smart one. There was an odd silence in the air as they went back to their painting, not caring to argue with one another, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Samuel>> stealing glances at me every once in a while. I knew what they wanted, I knew the cost of it. It wouldn't take much to hook my fingers under my top and lift it off. And maybe push it a bit more and remove my bottoms? I'd still be in my underwear, but then maybe these boys will be inspired by me to paint better? Or maybe I'll be too distracting and they won't be able to concentrate on their work... It was a gamble, whatever I decided to do, but I knew that going for it would bring something nice. Or at least I hoped so. <div id='choices'><<link "Take off my top">><<pickup $class "BU1" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Why put myself on a pedestral and separate myself from the boys? This was supposed to be fun after all, and I'd make it fun no matter what it took. I smiled at my friends, as my hands hooked under my shirt to take it off. I slowly started taking that off, as the boys kept looking at me going for it, eagerly watching as I revealed my naughty underwear. Their eyes roamed, wandered, and appreciated what they were seeing, and I could see the ehat rising through them. Even <<light Julio>> was appreciative of my gesture, being one with the boys and joining them in their endeavor. <<s Samuel>>Look at you go!<</s>> <<light Samuel>> praised me, smiling wide as he went back to drawing. The mood shifted, and soon enough, we were all smiling and laughing, painting each other's bodie in small strokes as we continued our work on the project. This in time turned into a more serious job, and despite a few stray brushes here and there, we managed to present something of true value. Our bodies were not as clean cut as the paitning was, with strokes of brush here and there almost ruining it entirely. <<s Julio>>Oh shit. Leo is asking where the canvas is at, sorry guys!<</s>> <<light Julio>> took his leave from the group, heading out of my house after rushing to put his shirt on to aid our friend in his own project. In my house, <<light Jerome>>, <<light Samuel>>, and I remained. <<s Jerome>>That was a good drawing.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yes. We did well.<</s>> Despite the work being done, they both were roaming about, a slight tension slowly rising through the air beautifully. They were both expectant, hoping for something unsaid, as neither made a move to leave. I knew what they wanted, but wasn't sure of what I was willing to go through with... <div id='choices2'><<link "Three's a party">><<pickup $class "G3B3" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, each attractive in their own way. There was no denying that I was into both of them, and they both seemed to be willing to share. <<s Author>>Three's a party.<</s>> I announced, eyeing them up with a tingle in my eye. <<s Jerome>>Let's party then.<</s>> His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, as I muffled a short moan, both him and <<light Samuel>> getting closer to me... <<link "Let's party" "Project Work 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Jerome has my eye">><<pickup $class "G3B1" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Jerome>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Samuel>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Samuel... Could you close the door on your way out.<</s>> My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Jerome>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Samuel>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Samuel needs to stay">><<pickup $class "G3B2" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Samuel>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Jerome>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Jerome... Samuel and I need some private time.<</s>> I said, unable to contain the heat inside of me. My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Samuel>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. He smiled confidently, happy with my choice and eager to show me what he had in store for me. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Jerome>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not in the mood">><<replace "#choices2">>Despite the beautifully charged tension in the air, I found myself not willing to take things further with either of them, preferring to spend the rest of my afternoon alone. I made that known. <<s Author>>Well, that was fun!<</s>> Thankfully, the boys took the hint well. <<s Jerome>>Yeah it was.<</s>> My friend acquiesced, moving to put on his top, followed suit by <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>See you at school tomorrow!<</s>> My friend called out flirtatiously, before they both ehaded out. //Let's see what the rest of the day brings in!// <<link "Finish up" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 20>><<link "Keep only my underwear">><<pickup $class "BU2" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<replace "#choices">>All in or nothing. I decided to give these boys something to think about, as my hands drifted across my clothes and slowly started removing my top, almost giving them a strip show as I went about doing that. Their eyes were glued to my body as I revealed more and more of myself. But I wasn't going to stop there. My roaming hands went to discover and reveal more, slowly bringing my bottoms lower to reveal the panties underneath, eager to show these guys what I was made of. And look they did, taking in every ounce of my revealed flesh, eager to see where that would take things, their excitement apparent. Their roaming eyes caused loads of issues when it came to the painting. While <<light Julio>> kept trying to resolve their issues, the other two members of our team couldn't keep their eyes - or hands - to themselves, sneaking a glance and pinch every once in a while. This turned me on immensely, as I felt their eyes on me, their naughty glare trying to take the most of me in and undressing me in their minds. I was feeling a beautiful heat rise through me, and could clearly see that my actions was having an effect on my friends, as their boners pressed against their shorts. Not that these shorts left much to the imagination, a flimsy material that allowed their boners to show even more than usual. And boner they were, impressive members that pressed against the fabric and threatened me with a good time. A good time that I was eager to receive, and that I wanted more of, the heat rising through me getting me lightheaded. The canvas was a mess, yet I knew I wanted to be an even bigger mess. And they were my road to it. Either one of them... Or both! <<s Julio>>Oh shit. Leo is asking where the canvas is at, sorry guys!<</s>> <<light Julio>> took his leave from the group, heading out of my house after rushing to put his shirt on to aid our friend in his own project. In my house, <<light Jerome>>, <<light Samuel>>, and I remained, the unmistakable heat rising higher between us. <<s Jerome>>Well that was a mess.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said in between heaving breaths, trying to control his body' reaction to mine, but understanding that I was just as eager for this as he was. <<s Samuel>>Yes. The painting's amazing.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> joked, his eyes glued to my body, probably considering me to be the work of art... Despite the work being done and the outcome being a disaster of sorts, they both were roaming about, a fast rising tension roaming through the air beautifully. They were both expectant, hoping for something unsaid but obvious, as neither made a move to leave. I knew what they wanted, and wasn't sure how much of it I did... Maybe I wanted to have it all?? <div id='choices2'><<link "Three's a party">><<pickup $class "G3B3" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, each attractive in their own way. There was no denying that I was into both of them, and they both seemed to be willing to share. <<s Author>>Three's a party.<</s>> I announced, eyeing them up with a tingle in my eye. <<s Jerome>>Let's party then.<</s>> His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, as I muffled a short moan, both him and <<light Samuel>> getting closer to me... <<link "Let's party" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Jerome has my eye">><<pickup $class "G3B1" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Jerome>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Samuel>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Samuel... Could you close the door on your way out.<</s>> My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Jerome>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Samuel>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Samuel needs to stay">><<pickup $class "G3B2" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Samuel>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Jerome>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Jerome... Samuel and I need some private time.<</s>> I said, unable to contain the heat inside of me. My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Samuel>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. He smiled confidently, happy with my choice and eager to show me what he had in store for me. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Jerome>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I'm not in the mood" "I'm definitely in the mood for more!">></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep only my underwear" "Not open enough">><</if>> <<link "Don't remove anything">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This game of chicken would get the best of me. I was an only girl between three hormonal teenagers, and I wasn't going to put myself in a dangerous situation. I decided not to follow their lead and remove my own shirt. In <<light Julio>>'s eyes, I saw a sign of respect at my decision, he appeared to be happy for it. This allowed everyone to concentrate on the painting at hand and put aside our differences. While I wasn't as active as I'd hoped to be in fear of dirtying my top, I was still able to keep everyone in line in their own drawing endeavors. The end product was something pretty acceptable, that was sure to get us a good grade. I was confident of it. <<link "Finish up" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $group3 is "Girls">><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "The Painting Meeting">><div id='continue'> Gathering ourselves at my place, the girls had arrived with a huge canvas that we were to use, struggling to make it through the door of my apartment even. <<s Author>>Where did you get that from?<</s>> I called out, impressed it could even fit in my apartment, as it took over the whole floor. <<s Eva>>I bought it for the project.<</s>> <<light Eva>> answered me matter-of-factly. <<s Eva>>Don't worry, I'm taking this home by the end of this, because I know we'll do something great.<</s>> Her confidence in our group's abilities didn't quite rub on me, as I thought of what needed to be done in order to make a success out of this project. <<s Yara>>You're right! After all, how hard is it to paint stuff?<</s>> <<link "Pretty Hard">><<replace "#continue">>Turns out, as I expected, it was a pretty hard ordeal. First of all, paint gets everywhere pretty fast, and before we knew it our hands were completely dirtied. Second, we couldn't find ourselves to agree on anything, least of all what kind of painting we wanted to do. <<s Yara>>It's goddamn stupid all you're saying.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was brutally honest as always. <<s Yara>>Your brush doesn't need to be all over the place, Eva.<</s>> <<s Eva>>If you didn't mess up the lanscape, I wouldn't have to get back here.<</s>> <<light Eva>> interjected, exasperated. Tensions were running high, and I was pretty sure by then none of us were praising the "good old days". <<s Jasmin>>This stupid paint is gettign everywhere!<</s>> The third in our group, <<light Jasmin>>, called out, as a new drop of red color gave its artistic rendition on her shirt. <<s Yara>>Just take off your shirt, easy.<</s>> My athletic friend suggested, going to remove her own shirt in front of us, leaving her in only her bra. <<s Eva>>That's actually not such a bad idea!<</s>> <<light Eva>> called out, following suit. <<light Jasmin>>, convinced of the change, started taking off her own top, revealing a pretty sultry bra herself. <<s Yara>>Oh Jasmin! Do you have plans for later?<</s>> My friend teased her. <<light Jasmin>> simply smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Don't you wish to know!<</s>> She teased her. I was taken by the vision in front of me, all three of my friends simply sitting there in their revealing bras, as I didn't notice my own painted brush dropping on my bottoms. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> watch out!<</s>> My domineering friend called out, noticing it before I did. I looked down in shame. <<light Yara>> was quick to continue teasing. <<s Yara>>What a clutz! Maybe you should take everything off your bottoms too if you're gonna be this airheaded!<</s>> She commented, getting closer to me with a teasing laugh. I looked at her, thinking of the words she was saying. Did I really want to put myself in such a vulnerable state? Was I willing to play that dangerous game? I knew <<light Yara>> would enjoy the scene, but what would my other two friends think? Would it be too distracting to get any work done? Did I ultimately care? <div id='choices'><<link "Take off my top">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-fourgirls.jpg">> Despite wanting to listen to her, I figured the best thing to do was to simply join what they had done and take off my top, and that's what I ended up doing. Standing among my friends with only my bra, I continued working on our painting alongside them, unable to hold my eyes from stealing glances at them every once in a while. They were hot, I was bothered, and I wanted to see more of them. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> seemed to pick up on my furtive glances, flaunting herself even more and acting all coy about her painting, allowing the brush to flow smoothly across the canvas, painting it a pretty red that caught the eye. Her hand glided, holding the brush firmly while guiding it softly... And my eyes roamed just like the brush did all over her body, following her supple skin and taking in all her beautiful curves. Her smile. Her laugh... I noticed that I was staring, and she was aware of that, her smile growing wide as mine lit up with realization before rushing away from her beautiful physique. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project2.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?<</s>> My friend asked, teasing me while she fanned herself out. <<s Jasmin>>Actually I feel like it's pretty cold...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Here, let me warm you up.<</s>> My friend interjected, getting closer to her and offering her a hug, brushing her hand across her naked skin to offer her warmth. <<light Eva>> and I looked on as our dominant friend continued her stroking of our fourth, her hands gliding across her smooth skin, sharing her body's warmth. <<s Jasmin>>That feels good...<</s>> My friend admitted in between <<light Yara>>'s arms, embracing the moment. A pang of jealousy hit me as I looked on at the beautiful scene in front of me. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project3.mp4">> <<light Yara>> always seems to take the lead in these situations, always seems to know what to do to break people's defenses. And it didn't feel so great seeing this happen right in front of my eyes. I wasn't anything special to either of them, but they were both quite special to me, and it mafe me feel all kinds of tingly and funny inside. Her roaming hands needed to be mine. I wanted her on me, not on <<light Jasmin>>... Or maybe did I want <<light Jasmin>> all for myself? I didn't know how to proceed. After all, being too forward might make me lose both of them, and maybe, just maybe, I actually had a chance with both? <div id='choices'><<link "Yara's all mine">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It bubbled up, the heat rising through me as I felt compelled to claim my friend as my own, whatever it took. My jealousy got the better of me, as I almost crawled over to them. <<s Author>>I'm cold too.<</s>> I said, pouting, as <<light Yara>> smiled dominantly and confidently. <<s Yara>>Of course you are. Do you want a hug too?<</s>> She asked, teasing me and wanting me to debase myself for her. I guess the jealousy broke me. I dutifully obliged her silent request. <<s Author>>Please, Yara? I need to be warmed up as well.<</s>> I asked with a needing that couldn't be quenched except with her touch, as she smiled widely at the revelation. <<s Yara>>Oh what a sweet girl. Come, let me hug you too.<</s>> Her hands opened from behind a warm <<light Jasmin>> to welcome me alongside them, as I joined the hug, sandwiching her between the two of us. Even here, so close, I felt so far from <<light Yara>> as my jealousy bubbled. Why was I feelign this way, what wass wrong with me. Granted, <<light Jasmin>>'s body on mine was relaxing, but I needed more. I needed <<light Yara>> to accept me as hers. As her only. <<s Yara>>Beg.<</s>> I looked at <<light Yara>> as she said these words. Did I just say something out loud without noticing? From behind me, <<light Eva>> spoke up. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> <<s Eva>>Please, Yara, can I join your warmth? Can I be one with you girls?<</s>> I turned to see my friend heaving just as needily as I was. Here we were, all three, depending on <<light Yara>> to allow us this beautiful physical contact. And the shame bubbled inside of me with the jealousy I was feeling. We truly had stooped so low yet didn't care. We needed her loving. We needed her body against ours. We needed the warmth, and we were going to get it. <<s Yara>> I know a better way to keep us all warm.<</s>> My friend announced, her hand hooking around <<light Jasmin>>'s body and getting to work on her bra. <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do the same with Eva">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My mind looked around for something to hold onto. To show I cared not as much about my friend's gestures, that I wasn't really jealous of either of them. It landed on the girl sitting next to me, watching alongside me the scene that was playing out in front of us. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> <<s Author>>Cold?<</s>> I asked the watching <<light Eva>> next to me as she turned to look at me. She nodded, agreeing with my offer, as I moved to wrap my hands around her body defensively. <<s Author>>Here here.<</s>> I whispered in her ear, pulling her in to comfort her. Her supple body against mine was relaxing, as I closed my eyes in appreciation, taking in her beautiful heat and letting it seep through me. <<s Jasmin>>This feels good.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> spoke, pulling me out of my reverie softly. I looked over, and saw how <<light Yara>>'s hands had expertly turned my friend around so now her back was to her, both of them facing me, while my dominant friend's roaming hands played with her midriff almost possesively. I decided to follow her lead with my own partner, turning <<light Eva>> around to face them as I hugged her from behind, my hands mimicking <<light Yara>>'s. She smiled at me, as she kept exploring <<light Jasmin>> in front of me, not caring to hide her intentions anymore. I had started, and wasn't going to stop now. I followed suit on my own subject, <<light Eva>>'s smaller body like a toy in my hands. <<s Yara>> I know a better way to keep us all warm.<</s>> My friend announced, her hand hooking around <<light Jasmin>>'s body and getting to work on her bra. <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The painting's over!">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't ready to follow that path. Let them have their fun elsewhere, my home would not be the stage of some sick orgy. Then again, I wasn't ready to ruin all the work we've put into our painting... <<s Author>>There we go! Painting's done!<</s>> I announced, putting a finishing touch on it, and shaking everyone out of their reverie. <<s Author>>Great job everyone!<</s>> I continued, congratulationg them and handing them their tops to put back on. The pout of <<light Yara>>'s lips was unmistakable, but <<light Jasmin>> seemed somewhat grateful for my intervention. <<light Eva>> didn't show too much emotion as she hid behind her clothes. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks for having us, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My friend said, giving me a quick hug before retreating from the house. <<s Eva>>Bye!<</s>> <<light Yara>> was last to leave, slowly approaching me. <<s Yara>>Jealousy kills dreams.<</s>> She whispered, before taking her leave. //Someone's getting mad!// <<link "Let's hit the day." "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 20>><<link "Keep only my underwear">><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 2>><<add "Eva" 2>><<add "Yara" 2>><<add "bisex" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-fourgirls.jpg">> I had to listen to her. I had to follow her lead. I had to put myself in her hands and let her lead me and my actions. I listened, and followed, and my top followed theirs on the couch, revealing what I wore underneath. <<light Yara>> smiled widely, then looked at my bottoms, then back at me. Her intentions for me were clear, and I clearly wanted to listen to her. She didn't have to speak anymore, I could practically hear her voice in my head making her request. And I wanted to follow that request. No, that command. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project1.mp4">> My hands hooked themselves onto my bottoms, lowering them to the ground and letting them drop to the floor, revealing my panties and putting me in a shamefully vulnerable position. But I didn't care. Or rather, I cared but in the opposite direction. I revelled in the shame and the feeling of inadequacy I felt growing in me, embracing it and letting it flow beautifully through me. <<s Yara>>That's such a good girl!<</s>> My dominant friend complimented me, smiling wide as I blushed at my near-nakedness. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Thanks.<</s>> I gave a whisper while looking at the ground, at the paitning that we were supposed to be doing. I felt a rush of emotions flow through me, being this vulnerable in front of my friend. <<s Yara>>On all fours, get to work.<</s>> She commanded me once more, and I dropped to my knees in front of her, rushing to my brush to get back to work, legs pulled tightly against each other as I felt the heat rise through me. I felt extremely submissive, light-headed, vulnerable in that state. Here I was, clad only in my underwear in my own living room after my friend asked me to do that, on all fours and working on a painting that meant nothing. I was supposed to be the boss in this house, yet here I was serving another. And that other had further plans. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project3.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Hey Eva, <<print $name>> looks really comfortable without her clothes. Why don't you join her?<</s>> My friend made her request of the more submissive of the other two, as this one looked at me for guidance. <<light Yara>> noticed that, and decided to capitulate on it. <<s Yara>>Shouldn't she join you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> Yara asked with confidence, her eyes poking holes through me. <div id='choices'><<link "Eva and Jasmin should, yes.">><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "open" 2>><<add "Yara" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at my friend, and knew she needed just a small push to bring out the submissiveness in her. And I wanted to get that out of her. I wanted to see her let go and follow our dominant's lead... And my eyes roamed behind her, noticing <<light Jasmin>> looking at this whole thing pan out in fornt of her, intrigue lighting up her eyes, showing me that she wasn't as distanced from the action as she might've wanted to be. She was engaged, but she could be even more. <<s Author>>Why only me? Why only Eva?<</s>> I said, looking straight into the fourth person's eyes. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> <<s Author>>Why not you as well, Jasmin?<</s>> My tease had its desired effect. The two of them looked at one another, <<light Eva>> shrugged and followed my lead, followed closely behind by <<light Jasmin>>. Off came their skirts, revealing their underwear in all their vulnerability. <<light Yara>> was all smiles seeing this whole thing go down, appreciative of what I had done. She was quick to take command once more. <<s Yara>>Isn't it sad that <<print $name>> is the only one on all fours?<</s>> She asked with a fake pout, before continuing: <<s Yara>>Join her.<</s>> Her forceful command shook my friends as they thought of what to do. <<light Eva>> was quick to listen to her, and <<light Jasmin>> followed her lead after seeing her servitude. <<s Yara>>What good girls you all are.<</s>> She smiled at this new advancement. Here we were, three girls, on our knees, in my own apartment, listening to our friend's command. She was our age, yet our superior. And we were in our underwear at her feet. <<s Yara>>Come to me.<</s>> She said, going down to sit on the floor, ushering us along like a master her pets. And willing pets we were, as she headed over on all fours to swarm around her, her hands hooking around us as she took us in in a motherly attitude. <<s Yara>>There, there.<</s>> She comforted us. <<s Yara>>There's enough of me to go around for all of you.<</s>> She smiled as her hands roamed across our naked bodies, caressing and comforting us. <<s Yara>>I know how to make this even more interesting for you my pets.<</s>> The beautiful word she gave us rang in my ear as her hands hooked behind <<light Jasmin>>'s body to take off her bra, all of us now willing participants in what was about to turn into a lesbian orgy... <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Nod my head yes">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't bring myself to be any more assertive than my body allowed, as I felt my head nod a small yes to my friend, urging her to share the shame I felt, and maybe highten it even more. The more submissiveness <<light Yara>> received, the more dominant she'd become. It was a beautiful dichomoty that I looked forward to witnessing even further. <<light Eva>> followed her command, moving to take off her jeans and throwing it alongside mine, standing there in only her underwear in front of all three of us. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> All three... <<light Yara>> noticed the odd girl out and called her out: <<s Yara>>Why don't you join your friends? They are both so willing. Like the good old days, right?<</s>> There was something so beautifully enticing in <<light Yara>>'s voice that turned even the straightest of people gay. And yet <<light Jasmin>> didn't care for labels. She was just as much as a submissive as <<light Eva>> and I were, as her hands listened to <<light Yara>>'s command before her mind even comprehended what she was doing. And listen she did, her skirt hitting the floor and leaving her in only her underwear, vulnerable to <<light Yara>>'s advances and commands. Here we were, three submissives and a dominant, in my apartment, listening to her direct us and willingly following her lead. I was submitting to another person in my own apartment, and it sent beautiful naughty tingles down my spine! <<light Yara>> was all smiles seeing this whole thing go down, appreciative of what we all had done. She was quick to take command once more. <<s Yara>>Isn't it sad that <<print $name>> is the only one on all fours?<</s>> She asked with a fake pout, before continuing: <<s Yara>>Join her.<</s>> Her forceful command shook my friends as they thought of what to do. <<light Eva>> was quick to listen to her, and <<light Jasmin>> followed her lead after seeing her servitude. <<s Yara>>What good girls you all are.<</s>> She smiled at this new advancement. Here we were, three girls, on our knees, in my own apartment, listening to our friend's command. She was our age, yet our superior. And we were in our underwear at her feet. <<s Yara>>Come to me.<</s>> She said, going down to sit on the floor, ushering us along like a master her pets. And willing pets we were, as she headed over on all fours to swarm around her, her hands hooking around us as she took us in in a motherly attitude. <<s Yara>>There, there.<</s>> She comforted us. <<s Yara>>There's enough of me to go around for all of you.<</s>> She smiled as her hands roamed across our naked bodies, caressing and comforting us. <<s Yara>>I know how to make this even more interesting for you my pets.<</s>> The beautiful word she gave us rang in my ear as her hands hooked behind <<light Jasmin>>'s body to take off her bra, all of us now willing participants in what was about to turn into a lesbian orgy... <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Shake my head no">><<less "open" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If there ever was a chance for me to halt this whole thing from developping beyond control, now was the time. I decided to shake my head no towards my friend, not wanting to put her in that vulnerable position. <<s Eva>>Yeah, that doesn't seem like a great idea. Whatever floats your boat though!<</s>> My friend commented, capitulating on my shame as I remained on all fours in my living room. Thankfully, expect for a rising heat through me and an undeniable lust that I'll have to deal with as soon as they left, not much happened for the rest of their time there. I was a distraction with the way I looked and my wanton disregard for any sense of decency, and our painting suffered greatly from it. It did give me beautiful fantasies though, so I was fine with the outcome... I guess. As we wrapped things up and called it a day, both <<light Eva>> and <<light Jasmin>> leaving my place, <<light Yara>> stayed behind, keeping my clothes hostage for a moment as she spoke. <<s Yara>> We could've had the most fun of times, all of us. Don't disappoint me anymore.<</s>> She stared at me, making her true feelings known, an intimidating presence. I could only nod my head in understanding as she nodded before walking away. //I should be more serviable next time... She deserves it.// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep only my underwear" "Not open enough">><</if>> <<link "Don't remove anything">><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<replace "#choices">>This whole taking off my clothes thing was not so enticing to me. And after all, we were in my apartment. I wasn't going to listen to anyone giving me orders here. <<s Author>>How about we concentrate on the task at hand? We have work to do.<</s>> I suggested, shifting my attention back to the painting and making sure everyone was on the same page with that. With my guidance, we were able to really pull off something to be proud of. I knew we'd get a good grade for our performance. And while there was no further excitement from our hangout, I knew my friends would be excited to see their grade improve because of my work ethic. //I'd say this was a victory.// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SamuelG3")>><<drop $class "SamuelG3" 1>><<pickup $class "SamuelG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>><<s Samuel>>You know, I haven't been here much before.<</s>> My friend spoke as we situated ourselves in a secluded corner of the library, opening our notebooks and going back to the poem we had in hand. <<s Samuel>>It's too calm for my liking.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's kind of the point of a library. It helps you hear yourself think.<</s>> I said, giving him a soft smile. <<s Samuel>>Oh that's scary. What if my thoughts are not the kind that I want to hear?<</s>> My interest peaked. <<s Author>>What kind of thoughts?<</s>> I asked. <<s Samuel>>The kind that potentially ruins friendships.<</s>> He said, trying to avoid eye contact. <<s Author>>You'll need to give me more than that.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I don't need to give you anything, do I?<</s>> My friend spoke with a bit of spice in his words. I calmed down with my interrogation of sorts. <<s Author>>Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Neither did I. Sorry.<</s>> He calmed down from his short moment of heat. <<s Samuel>>I usually listen to music.<</s>> He said, picking out his earphones. <<s Author>>That's also a nice idea.<</s>> I looked at him as he shifted through his phone. <<s Author>>What kind of music?<</s>> I asked, wanting to get to know his style more. <<s Samuel>>Sure you want to hear?<</s>> He asked, eyebrow raised. Holding the earphones, my friend got closer to me, wanting to place them on my ears. I could follow his lead and let them put them on me, a momentary distraction where his music might inspire me and bring us closer, but I also felt that an option for us to bridge the gap was to listen to the music simultaneously, one earphone each. But then again, we'd be losing valuable study time... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Let him put them for you">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I willingly allowed him to place these earphones on me. I so wanted to be closer to him, listen to what he does and feel what he felt in these moments where he needed to...zone out... I felt myself zone out as the trance music played in my ears, engaging and distracting, a beautiful melody that shifted between rap and soft instruments, a music so engaging and complex yet simple and distant at the same time... I zoned out, entirely. Forgot where I was, what was going on... I had no idea what these instruments were, what these lyrics held. All I knew was that they were engaging, distracting, beautifully made pieces of art. And I lost the next hour or so listening to that beautiful music, <<light Samuel>> a pleasant company by my side, making sure I'm safe. And I felt safe, enveloped by that music, close to him. <<s Samuel>>Alright time's up I got someplace I need to be.<</s>> My friend announced, pulling me out of my reverie as he took the earphones away. I nodded along, still in a world of dreams... //Was I getting hotter?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Share the earphones">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/samuel-music.jpg">>I placed my hand on his approaching one, and let him know that I wanted to share the experience with him. My friend nodded, before handing me just one of the earphones to put in my ear. That's how, side by side, taken by the beautiful instrumental music playing in our ears, <<light Samuel>> and I spent the next hour or so putting the finishing touches on our poems and finding the most appropriate rhymes, taken along by the beautiful music playing in us. This moment of closeness, this feeling of understanding, was very beautiful, and I couldn't deny that I felt closer to my friend after it. //Productive and social. That was a good study session. Was it the music?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Better not get distracted">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no time for distractions. No time to lose over music or whatnot. We were at the library for a reason, and that reason was studying. <<s Author>>No it's okay. Maybe some other time.<</s>> I said, halting him from his movement. <<light Samuel>>, obviously dejected, moved back. <<s Samuel>>I see.<</s>> The next hour or so, despite being productive in our assignment, didn't feel ideal. There was a few rhymes that we were simply not inspired for, and a few other times where the tension stopped us from communicating fully. //Maybe I should've simply let him share his music with me?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("JeromeG3")>><<drop $class "JeromeG3" 1>><<pickup $class "JeromeG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>>A confident <<light Jerome>> sauntered into the secluded library room, looking around at the place as he took it all in. <<s Jerome>>That's an interesting place.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Yeah we get to talk without being shushed by the librarian. I swear if an ant walked out there they'd stomp it for brushing against dust.<</s>> I don't think what I said had any meaning, but I saw my friend nod along as if it was a wise observation. <<s Jerome>>So we've got that poem to deal with...<</s>> He spoke, eager to see how things would progress. <<s Jerome>>I got no idea how to make this work.<</s>> He was dejected as he took his seat. I had started pulling out the notebook on which we had written what we had so far. <<s Author>>Hey I chose you for a reason.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yeah because I'm hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>And modest too.<</s>> I quipped back, giving him a stern look. <<s Jerome>>Hey wouldn't hurt to joke around a little, would it?<</s>> He said, raising his hands defensively. <<s Author>>It would not, no. But it's just weird, that's all.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Weird?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah. Jasmin's all over you al the time, and...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yes, she's a magnet that doesn't let go. But I'm taking my distance.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Why?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It's just too much, if you ask me. I never sought for this to be a monogamous thing. I have my life in front of me.<</s>> He spoke honestly. <<s Jerome>>I'm sorry I shouldn't be sharing that with you, it'll immediately reach her.<</s>> Whether it was paranoia that spoke through him or a very adequate observation, I didn't know. All I knew is that I understood his tension. <<s Author>>I see you. But Jasmin and I are not tied at the hip.<</s>> I explained my position to him. He took a moment to decide on what to share. <<s Jerome>>We're young. She likes me a whole lot more than I'm comfortable with. We're just having fun, she doesn't have to go so seriously about it.<</s>> He explained himself. I found myself nodding along. <<s Author>>I see you. A wandering eye is not a problem really. Not to me at least. I'm not sure about Jasmin though...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Exactly. She was free-er in the past. But recently, she's been... All about me. I'm not all about her.<</s>> He looked intently at me. I must have picked up on something there, but I wasn't sure. //Maybe moving in would be the wrong move?// <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Where else do your eyes wander?">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "Jerome Kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Where else do your eyes wander?<</s>> I asked him, savoring the words as they escaped my lips. I picked up on something, and I hoped it was something correct. <<s Jerome>>On you.<</s>> He said, eyeing my lips in a way that told me his intentions clearly. And I didn't mind these intentions, feeling a rise inside of me that needed to be answered. I leaned closer, almost imperceptibly, and he did the same. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/jerome-kiss.jpg">> Our lips touched, exploring one another, tasting. And it sent beautiful sparks in me. And I leaned into him more. I'd like to say I was able to control myself, that we were productive in what we were supposed to be doing. But the next hour or so was spent between trading words and trading kisses. It was sweet yet passionate at the same time. And it felt good. <<s Jerome>>You'll be fun.<</s>> He said as we took our leave from each other. I didn't know where this experience would take us, all I knew was that there were butterflies flying around... //What would <<light Jasmin>> think of this?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I guess I get why she'd be all over you.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "Jerome Kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I guess I get why she's all over you.<</s>> I said honestly, gaining me a stare from my friend. <<s Jerome>>Is that so?<</s>> He was baiting me, wanting me to talk more and say more, give him some sort of praise or something. And I was a willing participant in my wanton humiliation. <<s Author>>It's just that you have this mysterious air of dominance, of knowing what you want and not stopping at anything to get it... And the way you speak, it's so... Confident, arrogant.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I'm arrogant. Is that it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Because you deserve to be.<</s>> I excused his character. <<s Author>>Your attitude is so hot and just... Right.<</s>> I felt like I had no control, allowing myself to praise the guy. And he took it in stride, accepting the compliments with a big, almost sadistic smile. <<s Jerome>>You're not so different from that other white girl.<</s>> He said. This "other white girl" was <<light Jasmin>>, my friend who just so happens to be his closest partner. And yet he dismissed her so easily. What would he do to me once he's done with me? <<s Jerome>>I'll throw you aside just like I did her by the end of this. Are we clear?<</s>> He asked me, his eyes boring into my soul. <<s Author>>I... I know.<</s>> I wanted to be used before being discarded. I wanted him to take control of me and make me his. I needed it. And he did, his hand hooking behind my head and pulling me closer, his lips forcefully laying on mine and controlling the pace, his tongue exploring and dominating my submissive lips. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/jerome-kiss.jpg">> I was his for the taking, and he took without remorse, and I gave without halting. And the last hour or so was lost on a kissing session that left me panting with need. He didn't care to move things further, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. And he smiled confidently as I dealt with the repercussions of that. <<s Jerome>>You'll be a fun toy.<</s>> He said as he gathered himself to leave. Leaving me behind in that room, as I thought of what just happened and the unnecessary lost time, <<light Jerome>> walked out, discarding me, and leaving me wanting for more. I needed more. I was hooked. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Maybe we can use this as inspiration in our writing.">><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe we can use this sentiment as inspiration in our writing.<</s>> I said to him, looking at his face and the way he showed these small signs of ... complexity. <<s Jerome>>That's actually not so bad an idea.<</s>> He admitted, the tension of the moment still high. The next couple of hours were spent like that, between a revealing conversation and words of poetry, adding to the text we built and making it more heartfelt, more emotional. By the end of it, we had an outcome that we weren't expecting. And it was beautiful. <<s Author>>Say what you will, you have a way with words, Jerome.<</s>> I praised my friend, smiling at him. <<s Jerome>>You do too. It helped me clear up some things.<</s>> He said, smiling at me. //There was more to that guy than met the eye. Was <<light Jasmin>> only using him for his body?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("JulioG3")>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<drop $class "JulioG3" 1>><<pickup $class "JulioG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>It wasn't often that <<light Julio>> and I spent time together, and that in itself created an odd tension as we got to work on the project. <<s Author>>What rhymes with Bedazzled?<</s>> While he always came up with the weirdest words to rhyme stuff to, I found it hard to play catch up to his eclectic use of words. <<s Julio>>That's what we're here for, isn't it?<</s>> He asked back, smiling. <<s Author>>Why these words, Julio? Why complicate it on you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's what I know. I'm not the best at words, but these are the words that... Describe me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Like Bedazzled?<</s>> I asked. <<s Julio>>Of course, honey.<</s>> He said, smiling. He had a nice aura to him, don't get me wrong, I just didn't feel like our auras were compatible. We were getting the job done, but I didn't know at what cost that was. <<if $leoavoid is false>><<s Julio>>How's Leo been doing, by the way?<</s>> He asked, thoughtful. If there was one thing that this guy cared about, that was <<light Leo>>. <<s Author>>He's doing pretty okay for himself.<</s>> I answered him, <<s Author>>Why do you ask?<</s>> He remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Julio>>It's just that he's been changing a lot recently.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, he has.<</s>> I thought to myself, remembering how my friend was getting more in tune with his true self in the recent weeks. <<s Julio>>I'm just afraid that he'd change too much. That he'd no longer be... attractive.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you kidding? He's growing exactly the way he's supposed to.<</s>> <<s Julio>>He is growing, and I'm quite sure that it's us that have the most effect on him.<</s>> He said, before continuing. <<s Julio>>But are we taking him in the right direction?<</s>> That was a good question, I had to admit. Here we were, the two biggest influences on <<light Leo>>'s life, discussing our friend and his future. <<s Author>>I feel like he has too much potential that we're not utilizing.<</s>> I admitted to the both of us. <<s Julio>>That's true. I feel like we need to give it some more intentional thought.<</s>> He admitted, thoughtful. <<s Author>>What do you suggest?<</s>> <<s Julio>>This project is the perfect opportunity.<</s>> I was all ears as he elaborated on his plan. Whatever the session was during this month, we had to find a way to influence my friend. We had to help him discover himself more. It was the only chance we had to turn him in the direction we wanted. <<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<if $alphabeta lte 0>><<light Leo>> was going to be the most feminine boi in class by the end of this.<<less "alphabeta" 3>><<else>><<light Leo>>was going to be the most masculine person in class by the end of this.<<add "alphabeta" 3>><</if>> <<else>>Despite that tension though, we were able to accomplish some good rhymes. I was sure that the upcoming class would be a successful one for us.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("EvaG3")>><<drop $class "EvaG3" 1>><<pickup $class "EvaG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Eva>><</pic>>In a familiar space for her, <<light Eva>> and I found our secluded corner in the library, a place where we could concentrate on the project and give it our best shot. <<s Eva>>You know, I have to be honest... It's really frustrating that you chose me.<</s>> She spoke honestly after struggling on finding her words for a while. <<s Author>>But you are the best person for the job. Or was I wrong?<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's the problem. It's that you are right.<</s>> She was trying to keep her voice down despite her emotions. <<s Eva>>Simply because the other girls are bimbos, they get to skim through this project while you and I work. It doesn't feel fair.<</s>> <<s Author>>Bimbo's a strong word...<</s>> I felt uneasy hearing such talk about friends of mine. <<s Eva>>I don't mean it in a bad way. In that setting, I wish I was a bimbo.<</s>> She explained herself, and unfortunately for her she was too convincing to be a bimbo. <<s Author>>I see where you're coming from. Sorry I chose you. But then again, no one argued against me being here.<</s>> I aired my own emotions about the matter, frustrated as she was and allowing myself to feel it. <<s Eva>>Right! Don't tell me you don't wish you were just as much of a bimbo as I do.<</s>> She exclaimed, clearly happy I was approaching her point of view. I felt like there was a choice to be made. On the one hand I wanted nothing more than to indulge my friend and join this "bimbo" mentality, one that was free of responsibility. The other understood the importance of my grades and wanted to prove to itself that it was still in control, responsible. And I felt the pull of both equally. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>It's not enough to say it, we should act it.">><<less "smarts" 2>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I don't know exactly what compelled me to follow along and listen to my friend. To succumb to these feelings inside of me. Maybe it was a revolt against the way <<light Yara>> forced me to take up that responsibility. Maybe it was a way for me to reclaim my story. Regardless of the cause, the effect was all the same. I closed the notebook we were working in. <<s Author>>Let's be bimbos for a day.<</s>> I announced to my friend, before throwing the book away, eager to be losing time with her. <<s Eva>>That's the spirit!<</s>> She jokingly said. Granted, neither of us was truly a bimbo, we were too smart for that. But we were both willing participants of this cleansing experience, and I was eager to truly... Indulge. <<s Eva>>That'll teach them to give us more homework to do.<</s>> My friend announced, lying back and putting her feet up on the table. <<s Author>>What do bimbos actually do though?<</s>> We had made our decision, but had no idea on how to act on our urges. <<s Eva>>I don't really know. We probably should ask Jasmin.<</s>> She joked. I faked being offended by her words. <<s Author>>How dare you say that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh come on, she's the biggest bimbo we know!<</s>> My friend added, laughing. I joined in on the gossip, and the next half-hour or so was spent in stupid conversations that led nowhere. Conversations we were honestly happy to be having. It felt weird to let go that much, yet extremely freeing. I liked this. I wanted more of it. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>A moderate amount of bimboism">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While the urge to let go was there, I didn't feel as compelled as my friend was to play this game. I wasn't going to stop her from doing it though! <<s Author>>Hey if you want to be a bimbo, be my guest, but there is an assignment that needs to be done.<</s>> I said sternly, going back to my books. <<s Eva>>You're so boring!<</s>> My friend said while raising her feet to place them on the desk, kicking back and resting. <<s Author>>Boring, flooring?<</s>> I was trying to get rhymes, but wasn't as successful as I would've hoped for. <<s Author>>This is more difficult than I thought it would be.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to retaliate. <<s Eva>>That's because you deserve to be a bimbo, like me.<</s>> Her obsession with that matter was too much. I let it slide and continued my concentration on the task at hand. It took some work, but eventually I was able to finish some sort of modicum of a poem, not receiving an ounce of help from my bimbo friend. //She better either wake up or go full on. That fake bimboism shit does not suit her.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>We should embrace our smartness">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Being stupid, vapid, gullible... This was not what we were built up to be as humans. <<s Author>>I seriously don't understand why you'd think that way. You don't need to follow the trend to be a responsible human being yourself.<</s>> I told my friend. <<s Author>>You have the brains and the beauty, and you want to trade one for... comfort? <</s>> I looked at my friend, trying to understand where she was coming from. <<s Eva>>You're right. I guess you're right.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know I'm right. You can be free to make your own choices and you can even further be confident that you're making the right choices because you'd be smart enough to recognize that.<</s>> She sunk her head as she slowly nodded, agreeing with my point of view. <<s Author>>You lead people. You write your own story.<</s>> I finished, before returning to our assignment, eager to get some good work done. <<light Eva>> took a moment to gather herself before joining me in the work again. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("YaraG3")>><<drop $class "YaraG3" 1>><<pickup $class "YaraG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Yara>><</pic>>As <<light Yara>> and I situated ourselves in the library and started overlooking some of the stuff we had already written, the silence in the air surrounding us prevailed as I got to thinking about the project at hand. //Words that rhyme with emotions...// I thought of what words better described the sentiments I was having working on this, the best collection of letters that would poetically share the message that I was trying to... It was at that moment that I noticed that <<light Yara>> was not as engaged in the thing we were supposedly doing together as I was, as I concentrated on the task and hand while she got distracted on her phone. And it didn't really feel so great, as I saw her there entirely distracted by what was in her hands... I didn't know how to react to that. Did I need to call her out or should I just concentrate on what I had? After all, she was not the best person for this kind of creative work... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Try to call her out">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stand idly by and allow her to get distracted like that. <<s Author>>Hey Yara, is everything okay? Is something missing for you?<</s>> I asked her sarcastically. She didn't really catch the sly humor. <<s Yara>>Oh that's so kind of you. Some water would be nice.<</s>> She said, giving me a small smile before going back to her phone. I watched her incredulously, not quite understanding how she even thought to make such a request. Was she really so stupid that she didn't understand the intentions behind what I said? <<s Yara>>Please, don't keep me waiting.<</s>> I don't know what took over me exactly, but I found myself standing and heading for the door. There was a nearby shop and if I was fast enough I'd be able to get the water bottle and be back in time to finish the assignment. Why did I allow her to control me like that? I had no idea. When I came back with the bottle, I saw a sly smile appear on her face, before she spoke again. <<s Yara>>That's so kind of you.<</s>> She spoke. <<s Yara>>I have a knot on my shoulder, do you mind?<</s>> She wanted me to give her a massage. To forget about our assignment and serve her own whims... And I found myself wanting that as well, as I stood behind her and got to work on my friend's muscular body. <<s Yara>>You're such a great help.<</s>> My friend praised me as I worked on her muscles, servicing her in such a submissive way... Why I did that, I didn't understand. Why her words had such a powerful effect over me, I didn't understand either. All I knew was that she was happy with my performance, and that fact made me happy. Was I really that far gone? <<s Yara>>I should always study with you.<</s>> My friend announced, as she indulged in the way I helped her feel better about herself. And I nodded my head along. Studying? What studying? We were losing time. But I was having fun. Why was servicing someone so submissively, helping with their whims, so fun? What was wrong with me? In the end, we never did make any great improvements on the poem we were supposed to work on. Our grade would suffer, but in the state of mind I currently was in, I didn't mind much. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Call her out">><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>Hey Yara. Is everything to your liking?<</s>> I asked her sarcastically, trying to make her understand that the behavior she was exhibiting wasn't the most appreciated. <<s Yara>>Oh yeah it's all great.<</s>> She didn't quite catch my intentions, so I decided to go for a more direct approach: <<s Author>>Well all is not great here. We have an assignment to get finished with.<</s>> I said, as she looked up from her phone. Seeing my frustrated face and slightly aggressive stance, she changed posture and weakened her own stance. <<s Yara>>Alright sorry you're right.<</s>> She put her phone aside.<<s Yara>> Let's work on this.<</s>> The next hour or so passed a bit more equally, as we both got to work on the assignment we had received, trading ideas and coming up with positive rhymes. <<s Yara>>You know what? This isn't half bad.<</s>> She said by the end of it. <<s Author>>See. You were some help too.<</s>> I gave her a backhanded compliment, keeping in pace with the dynamic we had settled in. <<s Yara>>Hehehe thanks.<</s>> My friend was grateful for the help, and I smiled sweetly at her. //Our grade will definitely see a bump next Monday. All because I was more assertive. Is this the right way to go?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Ignore her and continue working.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">> While I was frustrated with the way <<light Yara>> was going about things, I figured that the task at hand required my full attention, and no time needed to be lost on some useless arguments. <<s Yara>>Is everything okay?<</s>> She raised her hand almost half an hour later to check up on me. While I was struggling and mentally exhausted, I didn't care to raise an argument with her. <<s Author>>It's difficult but all good.<</s>> I said, and she immediately went back to her phone. I guess it can't be helped. The next hour or so, while exhausting, passed without much else happening. I was drained by the end of it, but knew I'd maintain my current overall GPA, and that in itself was good enough for me. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("JasminG3")>><<drop $class "JasminG3" 1>><<pickup $class "JasminG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<light Jasmin>> was like a fish out of the water in this setting, not quite herself in this place. There was also more that disturbed her, as we sat there to work on rhymes for the project. <<s Author>>The word orange is so hard to rhyme with.<</s>> I said, exasperated, as I looked at my friend. <<s Jasmin>>Yeah...<</s>> Her mind was elsewhere, disturbed, busy. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin. You're not yourself.<</s>> She looked at me, and I could see the thoughts racing behind her eyes. <<s Jasmin>>It's just... I give the guy everything he might need and receive nothing in return.<</s>> She said, emotional. <<s Author>>Trouble in paradise?<</s>> I felt for her. <<s Jasmin>>He's just not it.<</s>> She said, honest. <<light Jerome>> had always been a troubled person. Despite all the good that he carried, it seemed to me that the relationship was lacking somehow. And <<light Jasmin>> needed guidance. <<s Jasmin>>I don't know what to do. On the one hand, he's an asshole who doesn't deserve my attention. On the other hand, he makes me feel so good about myself, when I'm with him. When he does give me attention.<</s>> If anything, <<light Jasmin>> was a person who was starving for attention. She didn't always receive it in the most conventional ways, and she'd constantly butt heads with people left and right, especially people close to her. This spelled trouble, but also spelled good deeds at times. <<light Jasmin>> noticed me thinking. She called me out. <<s Jasmin>>What are you thinking of?<</s>> I didn't know whether being blunt with her was the right option. But then again, she definitely needed my guidance and was listening to me. This would be an opportunity for me to influence her, whether for the better or the worse. A stray thought in my head nagged me to distance her from <<light Jerome>>, not to keep her safe, but to get him to enjoy myself... Or was it her? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Listen to the voice">><<add "open" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Maybe it was that my willpower was not strong in the face of my inner urges. Or probably because I found an opportunity I couldn't miss... Regardless, I found my spot to talk about what I saw, and guide <<light Jasmin>> in the right direction. <<s Author>>You need attention. That's normal. I do too. But I don't think that guy will be the one to give it to you.<</s>> I was going to be bluntly honest. <<s Author>>Your world is so much bigger than that guy, and it's only through stepping away from him that you'll be able to truly appreciate what it has to offer you.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was listening intently, nodding along as I spoke. <<s Author>>The girls were delighted to have me with them in the team, but I know they were elated to be having you join, just like the old times.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You're liked, appreciated, constantly missed.<</s>> There was a small blush starting to appear on her face at my kind words, that were definitely stroking her ego. <<s Author>>And hot as all hell. You don't need that guy to appreciate your beauty. Cause I know I do!<</s>> Her blush grew tenfold as she took in my small flirtation. I might have pushed it too much though, as I saw her struggle with what to say. <<light Jasmin>> took a moment to speak, the words forming in her mind scaring me as I anticipated them. <<s Jasmin>>I never looked at this... You, that way.<</s>> She explained. <<s Jasmin>>But then again, I've asked you to do some crazy things with that guy. And you've always been my first choice too...<</s>> My friend talked honestly, and I appreciated her words. <<s Author>>You are better than him. Better than waiting for his approval.<</s>> She nodded. The next hour or so were spent between trying to come up with adequate rhymes and continuing with the line of conversation we had initiated just then, our conversations revealing aspects we didn't know of and growing our friendship with each other. The outcome with the poem was not the greatest, but at least we got the right kind of work done. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Use this as inspiration">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was one way that I was certain of to deal with these heavy emotions. A way that would be beneficial to everyone. <<s Author>>I think... Using these emotions as inspiration is the best way to go.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>The best authors are the ones who have channeled their emotions in their art, using words to give life to them and set them in their right spaces.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> unexpectedly accepted my push for inspiration, as she turned her attention again to the words in front of us. <<s Author>>You are totally valid in the way you are feeling, and writing about this will help you in setting things right.<</s>> I explained to my friend, who nodded to me, eager to be dealing with these emotions in a productive way. And productive we were, finding every little ounce of inspiration and using it to our advantage. This poem, by the end, was one that would definitely add to our overall grade. I felt proud of my friend for her actions. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks for this. That was a good distraction.<</s>> I wish I could offer more than a distraction, but a momentary look away might be what my friend needed all things considered. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>You need his attention. You should cherish each ounce of it.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> Then again, my friend was the kind to be overbearing. The attention she got from her father was not the kind that she needed, and despite it all, <<light Jerome>> was a stand-out kind of guy that knew how to cherish you when you're with him. <<s Author>>I think... You need to balance the way you approach him. He's helped you through so much, and you do like him whether you accept it or not.<</s>> I talked, <<s Author>>Honestly I am jealous of what you guys have. Even if it's not all the time, you are obviously into the guy and attracted to what he has to offer. And he is giving you that, at his own pace.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was hooked, nodding along to what I was saying. <<s Author>>You should cherish every ounce he gives you honestly. At least you're still the one receiving it.<</s>> I was getting emotional in my speech. <<s Author>>You have someone who offers you the attention you need, and that's a good thing. And that's what ultimately will make this work for you. You two are made for each other, you just need to grow more compatible. You need to accept what he can't give you and give him all he needs.<</s>> I was potentially leading my friend further into his arms, removing from herself to better fit his vision to what this should be... And yet I was jealous of her, getting the opportunity to do that with someone. I was telling her what I wanted to do myself, probably. Would the opportunity for that come soon? <<s Jasmin>>You're right. I'm being irrational.<</s>> My friend spoke, and her words were a beautiful background of acceptance in my own decaying thoughts. <<s Jasmin>>You're so awesome, <<print $name>>. You deserve a Jerome in your life too.<</s>> That was the word that broke me. The next hour or so was spent talking about ourselves, men, women, everything in between, and nothing related to the poem we were supposed to work on. The poem was unfinished, our grade would suffer, but I didn't care at the moment. I wanted what <<light Jasmin>> had, and was willing to go to lengths to have it... <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3G1")>> <<pichead "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-header.jpg" "A Lesbian Foursome">>Clothing was quickly hitting the floor, an eager foursome underway, all led by the enticing <<light Yara>> who was quick to take charge. <<s Yara>>You all look exceptionally beautiful without any of your clothes on.<</s>> My dominant friend spoke in hushed tones, a small whisper that elluded sensuality. <<s Yara>>Beautiful sexy breasts.<</s>> Her hands found <<light Jasmin>>'s boobs, that were calling to attention. <<s Yara>>Are you still cold or is this more of a naughty, naughty little minx we have here?<</s>> The only answer <<light Jasmin>> could give was a soft moan of appreciation, putty in <<light Yara>>'s dominant hands. <<s Eva>>Let me help you.<</s>> My friend took my attention away from the other two as her hands hooked behind me to take off my bra, revealing my breasts, nipples poking out in eager anticipation. <<s Yara>>As expected, this one is just as horny. Lick them for her.<</s>> Taking charge like that came naturally to our dominant athletic friend, as <<light Eva>> obediantly went ahead and placed my needy left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it before switching to its twin. Meanwhile, <<light Yara>> was taking charge of the needy <<light Jasmin>> in front of her, as she removed her own bra to reveal her perfect breasts. I was looking with rapt attention as those glorious mounds of beauty found freedom, revealing themselves to me in all their naked glory. <<light Yara>>, eyes catching mine, gave her command to a moaning <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Yara>>How about you get down and suck on them, my lovely pet?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> followed her command, her whole body shifting lower to place my friend's right nipple in her mouth while her hand explored the other one, pinching softly in eager attempts to please. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-suckboob.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Yess. That's it. Good girl.<</s>> These words sent jolts of beautiful electricity as the stare lingered between my friend's intense eyes and mine, feeling as if she was telling me that, feeling jealous of the person servicing her. <<s Yara>>Want to join her or enjoy this other slut for yourself?<</s>> My friend, dominant and controlling, offered. Then a smile appeared on her face. <<s Yara>>Or would you rather stoop low, go down there and service the one servicing me? <<if $subdom lte -20>>That seems to be the perfect place for you, don't you think?<</if>><</s>> Her suggestions were amazing, her words enticing, her control unwavering. Did I want to show her she was leading this, or was I feeling that call of assertiveness? <<if $subdom lte -20>>My perfect place would be at the lowest possible level. I needed to serve like that, be close to her, there's no way I could take control right?<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gt -20>><<link "We're on equal footing. Show her I can control Eva">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>My hand finding the back of my friend's head, I pushed her strongly against my breast, almost suffocating her, as she licked with reckless abandon, a statement to my domineering friend that I am not to be toyed with. <<s Author>>I think having the naughty Eva here with me is a more favorable position.<</s>> I teased her, my fingers drifting down to toy with my friend's needy pussy that had started soaking her underwear. <<s Yara>>I'm always looking for the next good girl. And it seems like the one between my legs here is that one.<</s>> She offered an offhand praise to the victim of her expert manipulation, who moaned against her breasts and she continued her frantic feeding on their tits. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-playboob.jpg">> <<light Yara>> reciprocated my explorative action, her fingers roaming further along <<light Jasmin>>'s body to look for erotic zones. Quickly and expertly, they had slipped underneath her panties and started fingering the needy person in front of them, bringing out needy moans from her lips. <<s Yara>> Can you make your intrument sing like this one?<</s>> The challenge she issued was instantly met with engaged moans from my submissive friend, who proved eager to please me. <<s Author>>Good girl.<</s>> I whispered in her ear, both of us quite jalous of the action on the other side of the room and trying our best to instill that same jealousy in our competition. <<light Yara>> kept a brave face however, playing with her newfound slutty toy while watching us. My hands and <<light Eva>>'s were eagerly exploring each other's bodies as we continued our intense staring contest with a playful <<light Yara>>. Yet, deep there, I saw a small moment of weakness. She felt abandoned as our hands continued their naughty explorations, giving each other pleasure while she watched along. Tables turned, the crescendo that followed brought all of us closer to climax as we continued our voyeur/exhibitionist display, a quatro of naughty girls enjoying each others' bodies. The tension rose and rose until it bubbled out of our bodies, beautiful calls of extacy escaping our lips as we came one after the other. //What a beautiful start of a Sunday, and what a beautiful way to break down this woman's confidence bit by little bit.// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show her I can control Eva" "I lack the dominant gene. I need to serve.">><</if>> <<link "Her nipple is calling for my attention.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">> <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-doubleboob.jpg">>I looked at her, and my eyes drifted lower to the back of <<light Jasmin>>'s ehad, which in its movements revealed then concealed the naughty, enticing nipples of my dominant friend. My mouth watered, and almost in a daze, I approached that beckoning breast, my lips searching its features as it went to explore. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The words sent a beautiful shiver down my spine as I got close to my destination, eagerly anticipating its feel against my lips. <<s Yara>>It's okay, let go.<</s>> She whispered as I came dangerously close to the submissive position. And I dived right in, opening my mouth in anticipation as I searched for her breast. A submissive, childish wave coursed through me as I looked up at her with my mouth around her breast, seeing her smile as she praised me. <<s Yara>>That's such a good girl. Right where you belong!<</s>> She teased me as her hand started stroking my hair, smiling down at me in a motherly way. I wanted to call her mommy, to show her she had the control, but was cut off by a needy <<light Eva>> asking for attention. <<s Eva>>What about me?<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s eyes drifted to land on her, as she smiled wide seeing my friend's needy glare. <<s Yara>>How about you go down and service our new slut, lick her to completion?<</s>> She half-suggested, half-ordered my friend, who eagerly followed the request and went down between the naughty <<light Jasmin>>'s legs, removing her panties to reveal her naked mound. A clash of lips ensued, distracting my fellow tit-licker as she moaned out in eager appreciation. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesbo-licking.jpg">> Seeing this, <<light Yara>> pulled her head up to trade kisses with our naughty new lesbian toy, as I happily took over sucking and kneeding both breasts eagerly. I was enjoying it, and wanted to make the best out of the opportunity, a hunge rin me pushing me to do more for my friend. And more I did, soon both friends moaning out into each other's mouths as <<light Eva>> and I got to work on their bodies, trying to bring out the most beautiful of emotions from them. <<s Yara>>Right there.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Mmm there!<</s>> Their eager calls for attention soon raised a few pitches as we brought them closer to an avid climax, pulling these emotions from them and making them moan out in beautiful release. //What a beautiful start for a naughty Sunday!// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "My place is at the absolute bottom. I'm a slave in my own house.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>I felt a thrilling shiver travel down my spine at the thought of what the dominant person suggested last. <<s Yara>>Go for it, lower yourself.<</s>> Noticing my hesitation and deep thought, <<light Yara>> decided to push me further into submission. I wanted to do it. I wanted to submit and serve. I went down, low, barely aware of the smile that my friend gave as she saw me kneel in my own house, glad to have taken control over this whole interaction. <<s Yara>>That's it, that's a good girl.<</s>> She said in between moans as my friend got to work on her nipples. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-playboob.jpg">> <<light Eva>>, left behind, was quickly adressed by our dominant friend. <<s Yara>>My other nipple isn't going to suck itself!<</s>> She gave her command, dutifully followed by the person I left behind to serve. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-doubleboob.jpg">> To serve the person currently serving my friend. To lower her panties and reveal the pouty lips underneath. I had to dive in immediately, lick and taste this hidden treasure and search for what's behind. I wanted to see what secrets it held. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesbo-licking.jpg">> My lips attacked hers, my tongue lashing out in exploration, greeted almost immediately with moans of appreciation. And I was just as appreciative, licking with eager abandon and trying to take it all in, to enjoy her moans, a music that played in my ears. I didn't care about what was happening above, I needed to keep licking. Keep serving, keep doing well. Maybe then I'd keep receiving the praise I had been getting. A crescendo and some eager licking later, my friend shuddered, her legs closing in on my head as she came all over my face. That didn't go unnoticed by my new mistress, who was quick to make yet another "request" from me. <<s Yara>>Slut. There's more pussies to lick!<</s>> She made her intentions clear, and I understood what that meant. Looking up at her and <<light Eva>> who was feeding on her nipples like a needy baby looking for milk, she pointed me to my friend. I moved between her legs, pulling her panties away, attacked immediately by the powerful smell of her horniness. And I got to licking there too, now eager to beat the time it took to make <<light Jasmin>> cum. <<light Jasmin>> who laid next to me on the carpet in a horny daze. And licking I did, feeling my friend's beautiful legs squirming as I gave her pleasure and tried to give her satisfaction. She moaned out, her voice rose, and her legs pulled closer, warning me of an impending orgasm. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesbo-fingering.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Mmmm that's it, such good sluts!<</s>> <<light Eva>>, heated with passion, had removed the dominant's panties and was exploring her fold with her fingers, still licking and nibbling on her tits while doing so. The sight was entracing, almost as much as the pussy that I was feeding on was, and I continued my oral affections, fingers now exploring my own folds. <<s Yara>>What a naughty slut, getting off on eating cunt.<</s>> Her brash words had a positive effect on me, making me squirm further, get hotter, and push my fingers deeper inside of me, fingering myself as I felt my friend's looming orgasm. <<s Eva>>Oh god!<</s>> My friend's moan rose a few octaves as she got closer to orgasm, until she eventually reached a shattering orgasm, her legs pulling me in as she struggled to keep her composure. Our communal orgasm, <<light Yara>> and I, followed closely behind, as the sight of a trashing <<light Eva>> between us was the thing that broke the dam, a beautiful sight of extacy. <<s Yara>>You all did such a beautiful job. Good girls.<</s>> //Indeed, it was a beautiful naughty start for a Sunday!// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My place is at the absolute bottom." "I'm too dominant to let go like that.">><</if>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3B1")>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/ir-bj.jpg">>Stretching my mouth and pushing my physical limits, <<light Jerome>> had wasted no time in getting me on my knees in my own living room to take his sizeable cock in my mouth. A musky smell came out of it, and my horniness couldn't be denied as my fingers drifted lower to explore my folds through the underwear I wore. There was an undeniable naughty aura to the moment, and a beautiful heat that was rising through me. The domineering man wanted to make sure I struggled to service him, as his cock kept going in and out of my throat, pushing my limits. <<s Jerome>>God you look so good on your knees like that.<</s>> He complimented me, <<s Jerome>>It's like you're made for this!<</s>> Coming from him, that was high praise, especially in my weakened, breath-needing state. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj-deep.jpg">> I was almost suffocating on his sizeable member, barely able to breathe every time his cock drifted out to prepare for another assault on me. A naughty thought coursed through my mind, and I considered it for a moment. <div id='choices'><<link "Take a picture, it'll last longer!">><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/bj-photo.jpg" width="60%">I figured if he liked me so much, why not make the moment last. <<s Author>>How about you take a picture?<</s>> I suggested as I took his cock out of my mouth. <<s Author>>It'll last longer.<</s>> The smile that appeared on his face told me he liked that suggestion, his hand drifting towards his phone nearby while the other one impaled my face back on his enormous member. And I guess that was the right thing to do, since he didn't last long after, filming me take his length the best I can, my lips stretching to their limit to accommodate his impressive size. <<s Jerome>>That's it, you're doing great. Get ready for a happy ending!<</s>> I was eager for it, ready to take it all and embrace the whorish actions I was already engaged in. <<s Jerome>>Here it comes.<</s>> He was filming, I was already dirty from the paint, and I wanted to give him something to remember me by. I took his cock out and stroked it fast, collecting his shooting sperm all over my face in a new painting worthy of a museum exhibition. And cum he did, ropes of his gorgious liquid filling my face and giving me a beautiful facial, all of it caught on cam. He smiled as he got dressed. <<s Jerome>>You did well.<</s>> I smiled back at him. <<s Author>>Will you send the video my way?<</s>> He smiled wider. <<s Jerome>>You got it, you beautiful slut.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore the urge, I just need to make him cum.">><<replace "#choices">> <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj-normal.jpg">>I didn't feel comfortable having such footage of myself out there, and so decided not to mention the idea that had raced through my mind. <<s Author>>Do you like that?<</s>> I asked him as I removed him powerful rod from my motuh to take a breather, stroking it still as I looked in his eyes. <<s Jerome>>You're doing so well. You're made for this.<</s>> He gave me a backhand compliment as his hand went to the back of my head to put me back in my place, lips stretched around his glorious stick. <<s Author>>Mmm<</s>> I struggled to take him in between moans, servicing him in my own living room. I guess I truly was quite good at it, because it didn't take long for his warning to sound off as he got close. <<s Jerome>>Where do you want it, bitch?<</s>> The name calling had some sort of an effect on me. <<s Author>>My face, paint me.<</s>> I called out, as I went back to bobbing my head on his stiff shaft. And up and down my rhythm continued, now frenzied, trying to finish the job. He eventually finished all over my face, painting me in a beautiful facial that was worthy of museum exhibitons. <<s Jerome>>As I said, you look beautiful like that. Made for it.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3B2")>><img src="images/classes/arts-project/samuel-shower.jpg" width="60%"> We had made our way to the bathroom and were washing each other's bodies under the showerhead, exploring the toher's curves and trying to rub them every which was we could. Before long, <<light Samuel>> had me on my knees, stretching my mouth and pushing my physical limits with his impressive penis. A musky smell came out of it, slowly washed away by the cascading water, and my horniness couldn't be denied as my fingers drifted lower to explore my folds, wet by a combination of natural juices and flowing water. There was an undeniable naughty aura to the moment, and a beautiful heat that was rising through me, and steam that was rising from the water, giving the whole scenery a sense of mystery. The domineering man wanted to make sure I enjoyed servicing him, as his cock kept going in and out of my throat, pushing my limits yet respecting my boundaries. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj.jpg">> <<s Samuel>>God you look so good on your knees like that.<</s>> He complimented me, <<s Samuel>>It's like you're made for this!<</s>> While I didn't expect such a compliment, coming from him, that was high praise, especially in my weakened, breath-needing state. I was almost suffocating on his sizeable member, barely able to breathe every time his cock drifted out to prepare for another assault on me. A naughty thought coursed through my mind, and I considered it for a moment. <div id='choices'><<link "Take a picture, it'll last longer!">><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/bj-photo.jpg" width="60%">I figured if he liked me so much, why not make the moment last. <<s Author>>How about you take a picture?<</s>> I suggested as I took his cock out of my mouth. <<s Author>>It'll last longer.<</s>> The smile that appeared on his face told me he liked that suggestion, as he turned off the cascading water, and carried me out of the tub, quickly finding his phone and turning it on, pointing it at me. <<s Samuel>>Get to it!<</s>> He made his request, impaling my face back on his enormous member. And I guess that was the right thing to do, since he didn't last long after, filming me take his length the best I can, my lips stretching to their limit to accommodate his impressive size. <<s Samuel>>That's it, you're doing great. Get ready for a happy ending!<</s>> I was eager for it, ready to take it all and embrace the whorish actions I was already engaged in. <<s Samuel>>Here it comes.<</s>> He was filming, I was already dirty from the paint, and I wanted to give him something to remember me by. I took his cock out and stroked it fast, collecting his shooting sperm all over my face in a new painting worthy of a museum exhibition. And cum he did, ropes of his gorgious liquid filling my face and giving me a beautiful facial, all of it caught on cam. He smiled as we headed back into the shower to finish the job we were up to in the first place. <<s Samuel>>You did well.<</s>> I smiled back at him. <<s Author>>Will you send the video my way?<</s>> He smiled wider. <<s Samuel>>You got it, you beautiful slut.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore the urge, I just need to make him cum.">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel comfortable having such footage of myself out there, and so decided not to mention the idea that had raced through my mind, still feeling the water attacking me as I continued to service him. <<s Author>>Do you like that?<</s>> I asked him as I removed him powerful rod from my mouth to take a breather, stroking it still as I looked in his eyes. <<s Samuel>>You're doing so well. You're made for this.<</s>> He gave me a backhand compliment as his hand went to the back of my head to put me back in my place, lips stretched around his glorious stick. <<s Author>>Mmm<</s>> I struggled to take him in between moans, servicing him in my own living room. I guess I truly was quite good at it, because it didn't take long for his warning to sound off as he got close. <<s Samuel>>Where do you want it, bitch?<</s>> The name calling had some sort of an effect on me. Figuring I was already being submerged in water and it would be that hard to clean off, I wanted to give him a nice imagery for his ending. <<s Author>>My face, paint me.<</s>> I called out, as I went back to bobbing my head on his stiff shaft. And up and down my rhythm continued, now frenzied, trying to finish the job. He eventually finished all over my face, painting me in a beautiful facial that was worthy of museum exhibitons, slowly being washed away by the cascading water. <<s Samuel>>As I said, you look beautiful like that. Made for it.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3B3")>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-bj1.jpg" "An interracial threesome">>The two men had gotten me to kneel right in the middle of my living room, each of them on one side of me, cocks out and hitting me in the face as I rushed to service them both. The foreplay was over, and the heat was unmistakable. They needed to be served and I'd be the whore to serve them today. <<s Jerome>>You've never been prettier than now.<</s>> His compliment was wrong in so many different ways, yet made me feel so happy, honored to be called beautiful. <<s Samuel>>I never knew you had it in you to act like that. You truly are all the same.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> commented. Despite feeling like one of many, I felt proud to be one of many that have served these two, or people like them. A tale as old as time, a horny girl with big black cocks surrounding her, but a true tale that needed to be repeated, a tale I was proud to be perpetuating with my own lips. Lips that were wrapped around impressive cocks that challenged me to take them all in. If anything, I was a convicted person who was going to do her best to make these two cum. My mouth was getting tired, and it was difficult to multi-task between these two hulking bodies, yet I wanted to be the person to service them and help them find their satisfaction. <div id='choices'><<link "I will serve them with my mouth.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-bj2.jpg">> Bobbing up and down, I worked both cocks simultaneously, alternating between the two to keep them both satisfied. Indeed, it was a workout, but it was the kind of workout that I always looked forward to. <<s Jerome>>You're so good at this. Keep it up.<</s>> The dominant man spoke, forcing my motuh onto his cock as I struggled to take it in. The other man joined in the praise: <<s Samuel>>You're about to be painted just like that canvas down there.<</s>> He warned, <<s Samuel>>Our slutty work of art.<</s>> And indeed, true to their words, they eventaully painted me just like they had the canvas, turning me into a whorish display of naughty white liquid. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-facial.jpg">> And I was happy for it, glad to have served them and eager for the next time I get to taste their beautiful cocks. //I've really come out of my shell recently!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $totalsex gte 20>><<link "My two other holes are ready for them.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't be satisfied with simply sucking them off anymore. I wantd more, was eager to get, it, and would ride for it. And ride I was about to. <<s Author>>I need you both inside of me, now.<</s>> I called out, eagerly standing up and moving into position to ride <<light Samuel>>. Behind me, <<light Jerome>> immediately moved into position, lining up his cock with my asshole. <<s Jerome>>I knew you were a three hole slut.<</s>> He said as he spit on my hole, preparing it for his huge intrusive member. Meanwhile, <<light Samuel>> had lines his cock with my pussy, and my saliva merged with a very, very, wet hole allowed him quick entry and dominion of my personal space. He satrted going in and out. <<light Jerome>>, not wanting to be left out, grabbed hold of my ass and started pushing in. It hurt, for sure, but it also had the most beautiful of feelings tied to it. I wanted it all inside of me. I wanted to be completely dominated by the both of them. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-doublepenetration2.jpg">> They drilled itno me, two angry black men claiming what was rightfully theirs, drilling both of my holes in unison as they forced out moans from me, challenged to be taking both of their huge cocks at the same time. I don't know which I preferred, the more studied approach of <<light Samuel>> who was fucking my pussyhole and spreading my lips around his magnificent cock, or the intense, almost animalistic attacks of <<light Jerome>>'s huge cock, which fucked my ass with forceful thrusts that brought out pain and pleasure in unison. I probably loved both, eager to be a three hole slut to my two friends, a plaything between their agressive black hands. <<light Jerome>> grabbed hold of me and turned me around, as <<light Samuel>> followed, cock still tied to my pussy, turning us all around so he held me up on his big fat cock. This position allowed him to drill deeper in me, as I almost rode him, and brought out the most musical of moans from my lips. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-doublepenetration1.jpg">> I was happily engaged in what was happening, and I wanted it all. And <<light Jerome>> obviously led the action, his expertise showing in the way he handled me, his lips finding my tits and intensifying my pleasure. I shuddered, sandwiched between the two men, as I felt my orgasm rush through me in that position, moaning out for all to hear, for all to know that two black men were dominating my body in my own house. And I moaned out loud, my whole body contracting, trying to mils their cocks dry. <<s Jerome>>Let's paint this whore just like we did that canvas.<</s>> The commanding man spoke as he pushed me to the floor to kneel in front of both their beautiful cocks. A few strokes later, they had created yet another masterpiece on the floors of my house, this one the whore that I was being the artform of choice. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-facial.jpg">> And I was happy for it, glad to have served them and eager for the next time I got to sample their beautiful hard black cocks. //I've really come out of my shell recently!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My two other holes are ready for them" "I'm not skilled enough, sexually.">><</if>></div> <<else>>Something went wrong, you shouldn't be here. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "classes/theater-project/banner.jpg" "Fourth Month - Theater Project">> <<if $class.has("GP4 Group Change to Quatro")>><<set $group4 to "Quatro">><<drop $class "GP4 Group Change to Quatro" 2>><<goto "P4 Group Change">><<elseif $group4 is "Eric and Leo">><<goto "P4 EricLeo">><<elseif $group4 is "Eric and Ella">><<goto "P4 EricElla">><<elseif $group4 is "Quatro">><<goto "P4 Quatro">><<elseif $group4 is "None">>Other groups are working on their projects. Unfortunately for me, I don't have a nice exciting group to work with. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<else>><<pic Carter>><</pic>> Our theater professor was a stern individual, clearly demanding and very keen on getting the best results possible. <<s Carter>>About time I had you do a project. Can't believe they took that long to have theater, the true art of expression, to give you your project.<</s>> He said, <<s Carter>>Your final project of the year.<</s>> Indeed, it was to be our final project as the year drew nearer to its end. <<s Carter>>In groups of 4 to 5 individuals, you will be preparing a short play. These multiple short plays are to be presented in front of the whole school as part of the end of year performance.<</s>> He further explained. <<s Carter>>Based off of your knowledge accumulated over the year, this project will bring a fine conclusion to our whole journey here.<</s>> I could feel the excitement and anticipation growing in the class. With this, everything was bound to come to a head. <<if $leoavoid is false>>One person in particular was thrilled about this development. <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>My dearest <<light Ella>>, always having an interest in theater, was giving <<light Carter>> her full attention. I could see how thrilled she was to be on stage, having always loved these classes.<<else>>My dear <<light Leo>> was giving <<light Carter>> his full attention. Having always carried an interest in theater, he was one of these people that loved being on stage.<</if>> A true asset to anyone on their team!<</if>> <<s Carter>>Now go ahead and separate yourselves in your groups for your performances. You'll need to truly bring your A-Game. My own reputation is on the line.<</s>> He said. Immediately, quite a large group of people had swarmed <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>>, wanting their help. Another spot of the class, however, caught my attention. <<light Yara>> and <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> had coupled up together while looking for someone to join them. Alongside them, <<light Jerome>> had accosted <<light Jasmin>>. <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>True to fashion, it was quick that they joined forces for this project. No change from the earliest stages of the year where they startd working together, they were now grouped once more, probably eager for the opportunity to run off and do their own "thing" in the meantime.<<elseif $jasmincharacter is "Free">><<light Jasmin>>'s demeanor towards <<light Jerome>> was closed off at first. It was obvious that the guy was putting on his moves, and <<light Jasmin>> was reluctantly listening to him. He seemed apologetic almost, respecting her distance for once, a predator looking to lure a prey in his trap. And I saw as <<light Jasmin>> was giving her arguments. As I moved closer, I heard her speak her final words. <<s Jasmin>>So no funny business?<</s>> She asked him. <<s Jerome>>None whatsoever. Promise.<</s>> He said, his hand out waiting for hers. She accepted the handshake. And I felt something in my core shake at this development, afraid of the repercussions of such an event. I softly feared for <<light Jasmin>>'s safety so near to her ex.<<elseif $jasmincharacter is "Single">><</if>> But it didn't end there, now having secured his first "group" partner, <<light Jerome>> had set his eyes on a new interest. <<light Yara>> and her partner were to be approached by him. <<s Jerome>>I think us four would make a fantastic group.<</s>> he claimed to them. Expectant. He'd long had <<light Yara>> in his eyesight, and now he was moving in for the kill with her. A month-long project, what could go wrong? <<if $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">>The dominant woman looked at her masculine counterpart, a face-off that would probably feed nations. If there was one person that could challenge her, it would be him. And if there was one person who could stand up to him, it would be her. At least, I hoped it would be her... A clash of greats, now coming to a head, and we were all witnessing that face off. <<light Yara>>'s mouth broke into a small smile <<s Yara>>It would be nothing but a pleasure, Jerome.<</s>> She was to be diplomatic, it seemed, her voice controlled and straight. <<s Yara>>Nothing would thrill me more than to be in a group with you two.<</s>> Her attention shifted to be placed more firmly on <<light Jasmin>>, and I knew then and there that there was a true game afoot as their face-off would also involve all the people in the group as well. An explorative and tentative clash. A game of chess, that had started long ago, and was now finding its final calculations.<<elseif $yaracharacter is "Submissive">>The once dominant woman looked at the man that had approached her. Now more confident in her sapphic sexuality, she hadn't expected that approach from him. And it was clear that she was like a deer caught in the headlights. Had <<light Jerome>> approached her earlier in the year, her reaction would have been totally different. More confident, in control. Now, however, <<light Jerome>> had apprehended the conversation, explaining his casse further, taking more control away from <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> together. <<s Jerome>>You both are attractive ladies with a lot to prove, and I'm sure with a masculine hero like myself this can be easily managed.<</s>> He smiled wide. <<s Yara>>Flattery won't get you far, Jerome.<</s>> <<light Yara>> tried standing up to him, <<s Yara>>But... We do need a group.<</s>> In this moment of weakness, <<light Jerome>> was slowly closing in his web on <<light Yara>> and my other friends. A moment of dangerous development that was eventually bound to happen, now materialized.<<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">>The once dominant woman looked at the man that had approached her. Now even less confident in her sapphic sexuality, she hadn't expected that approach from him. And it was clear that she was like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes shifting across him. Had <<light Jerome>> approached her earlier in the year, her reaction would have been totally different. More confident, in control. Now, however, her eyes were more explorative, drifting across his body, actually appreciating the masculine physique in front of her. Actually welcoming these thoughts in her head. Thoughts that probably called for a meat meal... Now, <<light Jerome>> had apprehended the conversation, explaining his case further, taking more control away from <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> together. <<s Jerome>>You both are attractive ladies with a lot to prove, and I'm sure with a masculine hero like myself this can be easily managed.<</s>> He smiled wide. <<s Yara>>Flattery won't get you far, Jerome.<</s>> <<light Yara>> tried standing up to him by lying, <<s Yara>>But... We do need a group.<</s>> In this moment of weakness, <<light Jerome>> was slowly closing in his web on <<light Yara>> and my other friends, and she was slowly coming to terms with her innermost nature. A moment of dangerous development that was eventually bound to happen, now materialized.<<elseif $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">>The once confident lesbian looked at her masculine counterpart. Still confident with her dominance, she however hadn't expected that approach from him. And it was clear that she was like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes shifting across him. Had <<light Jerome>> approached her earlier in the year, her reaction would have been totally different. It would have been indifferent. Now, however, her eyes were more explorative, drifting across his body, actually appreciating the masculine physique in front of her. Actually welcoming these thoughts in her head. Thoughts that probably called for a meat meal... Now, <<light Jerome>> had apprehended the conversation, explaining his case further, putting on a seductive argument. <<s Jerome>>You both are attractive ladies with a lot to prove, and I'm sure with a masculine hero like myself this can be easily managed.<</s>> He smiled wide. <<s Yara>>Flattery won't get you far, Jerome.<</s>> <<light Yara>> tried standing up to him by lying, <<s Yara>>But... We do need a group.<</s>> In this moment of weakness, <<light Jerome>> was slowly closing in his web on <<light Yara>> and my other friends, and she was slowly coming to terms with her innermost nature. A moment of dangerous development that was eventually bound to happen, now materialized.<<elseif $yaracharacter is "Romantic">>The once dominant woman looked at the man that had approached her. Now no longer caring for power dynamics, preferring a "live and let live" approach, she hadn't expected that approach from him, bringing her back to these kind of games. And it was clear that she was like a deer caught in the headlights, trying to relearn how to deal with predators like him. Had <<light Jerome>> approached her earlier in the year, her reaction would have been totally different. More confident, in control, less caring. Now, however, her eyes were more explorative, lost almost. Now, <<light Jerome>> had apprehended the conversation, explaining his case further, taking more control away from <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> together. <<s Jerome>>You both are attractive ladies with a lot to prove, and I'm sure with a masculine hero like myself this can be easily managed.<</s>> He smiled wide. <<s Yara>>Flattery won't get you far, Jerome.<</s>> <<light Yara>> tried standing up to him, <<s Yara>>But... We do need a group.<</s>> In this moment of weakness, <<light Jerome>> was slowly closing in his web on <<light Yara>> and my other friends, and she was all but caught in a game that she wasn't ready for. A game of chess, that had started long ago, and was now finding its final calculations.<<else>>The dominant woman looked at her masculine counterpart, a face-off that would probably feed nations. If there was one person that could challenge her, it would be him. And if there was one person who could stand up to him, it would be her. A clash of greats, now coming to a head, and we were all witnessing that face off. <<light Yara>>'s mouth broke into a sinister smile. <<s Yara>>It would be nothing but a pleasure, Jerome.<</s>> She was to be diplomatic, it seemed. <<s Yara>>Nothing would thrill me more than to be in a group with you two.<</s>> Her attention was placed more firmly on <<light Jasmin>>, and I knew then and there that there was a true game afoot as their face-off would also involve all the people in the group as well. A game of chess, that had started long ago, and was now finding its final calculations.<</if>> And a moment of clarity that <<light Jerome>> used to his advantage, turning towards me. <<s Jerome>>And you, <<print $name>>, will you be joining us?<</s>> He asked me. Put on the spot regarding my choice, my eyes moved towards the person I knew I could trust the most in that circumstance. <<if $relationship is "yaraonly">>And they landed on <<light Yara>>, whose eyes were also urging me to join their group. My partner was interested in seeing me in the same place as her, and in being an active part of that interaction between them. And part of me wanted it too. My eyes did not remain there for long though, exploring all the options in the room instead.<<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">>And they landed on <<light Eva>>, an individual caught in the crossfires between <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>>, and one that I knew would possibly need my help in navigating these challenging waters. I had full trust in <<light Eva>>, but I also knew that this interaction would bring a unique brand of challenges to her that I felt like supporting her through. Spending more time with her thanks to that project was a welcome thing as well! My eyes did not remain there for long though, exploring all the options in the room instead.<<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">>And they landed on <<light Jasmin>>'s own eyes, that were urging me to join their group. She probably had realized in that moment that being with <<light Jerome>> was a mistake, falling back into old patterns that she had wanted to break, and was now seeking my help. In all honesty, in my mind, there was no choice. I needed to be there for my loving girlfriend. My eyes did not remain there though, curious about what other groups may be forming in the room.<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>And they landed on both <<light Yara>>, my mistress, and <<light Eva>>, my fellow submissive. The first was confidently smirking at me, believing the choice to have already been made for me as she waited for me to confirm it, while my nerdy counterpart looked at me with anticipation, knowing that my joining would also mean more "quality" time between the three of us. I really wanted to show <<light Yara>> my devotion alongside her other pet. And then who knew, in that interaction I could potentially help <<light Yara>> steal <<light Jasmin>> right from under the arrogant man's nose. My eyes did not remain there for long though, exploring all the options in the room instead.<<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>And they landed on both my beautiful subs, <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>>, the beautiful seductive women that they were, somewhat roped into that annoying man's machinations. I knew that there was a necessary gesture that I needed to make, to make sure that this man would not play his games on them and confirm my true domination in that relationship. And who knew... In that interaction I could potentially steal <<light Jasmin>> straight from under his nose. My eyes did not remain there for long though, exploring all the options in the room instead.<<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">>And my eyes remained on the man that was talking to me, the dominant figure that I was sharing with the eye-candy on his side. <<light Jasmin>> smiled at me, knowing that I was interested in this entire arrangement, and silently urging me to join all of them. Following the latest interation we had, I also knew that <<light Jerome>> was looking to widen his horizons, and I had a feeling he now set his eyes on his newest conquest. I could use that opportunity to help him in what he seeked or hinder his movements and make sure that his attention remained in the right place with us two, <<light Jasmin>> and I. My eyes did not remain there for long though, exploring all the options in the room instead.<<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">>And they drifted to <<light Eva>>, standing there by <<light Yara>>'s side but her whole physicality urging me to join them. My heart was in two places though, as they turned to the other side of the room where the third of us was present, our dearest <<light Ella>>.<<elseif $relationship is "leoonly">>And they drifted to another side of the room, my heart already elsewhere as I looked for my charismatic partner and where his attention was instead. In all honesty, these games between <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>> didn't matter as much to me as having some quality time with my babe, <<light Leo>>.<<elseif $relationship is "ellaonly">>And they drifted to another side of the room, my heart already elsewhere as I looked for my beautiful partner and where her attention was instead. In all honesty, these games between <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>> didn't matter as much to me as having some quality time with my babe, <<light Ella>>.<<elseif $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship")>>And they drifted to another side of the room, to where my supposed cuck was hanging out with a different group. <<light Eric>> may have been my cuck, desperate to follow my lead however I wanted it, but if there was ever an opportunity to still adventure behind his back, it was through the stupid games that <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>> brought to the table, I felt.<<elseif $thoughts.has("Open Relationship")>>And they drifted to another side of the room, to where my supposed partner was hanging out with a different group. <<light Eric>> may have been my partner, but we had agreed on an open relationship, where we were free to explore our own realities with other people. And if I was being honest with myself, I did have a certain level of interest in what these games between <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>> would look like and the kind of experiences they would bring.<<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>And they drifted to another side of the room, to where my supposed partner was hanging out with a different group. <<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>>may have been my partners, but each were also with a different group already, and I felt like all bets were off in relation to our arrangement and this group project. And in honesty, I did have a certain level of interest in what these games between <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>> would look like and the kind of experiences they would bring.<<elseif $relationship is "EricExclusive">>And they drifted to another side of the room, to where my supposed partner was hanging out with a different group. <<light Eric>> was my boyfriend, and I was committed to that relationship, and a danger was looming around him.<<else>>With no particular partner in mind there, I was well and truly a free bird that was welcome to discover things as she went, and my curiosity allowed my eyes to drift elsewhere as well, landing on another side of the room.<</if>> Over there, a different, maybe even more interesting group, had started to form up. Of all the people that approached <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>>, my rivals, <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>>, had cornered her, and convinced her of joining them. Weirdly enough, <<light Eric>> was in the group with them as well.<<else>><<light Leo>>, my rivals, <<light Angela>> and <<light Matthew>>, had cornered him, and convinced him of joining them. Weirdly enough, <<light Eric>> was in the group with them as well.<</if>> An interesting development that was sure to bring a different flair of conflict and intriguing interactions. I knew my help was needed on both ends, but truly, at the end of the day, I had to choose where my priorities really lied. Did I want to be a witness and player in the weird game that <<light Jerome>> was instigating, or did I prefer to square off against <<light Angela>> and her ever-growing influence on my two more welcoming friends? In truth, who did I believe would need my help most between all of my friends? <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "JasminRomance" and $leocharacter is "masculine">><<dark "Join Eric, Leo and my rivals" "I can't leave Jasmin alone!">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<dark "Join Eric, Ella and my rivals" "I can't leave Jasmin alone!">><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Join Eric, Ella, and my rivals">><<set $group4 to "Eric and Ella">><<replace "#choices">>Over there, my interest was strongest. I had to be true to where my heart was guiding me, and so I gave a half-hearted apology to the man that had offered a spot and beelined my way to the other group. If there was an opportunity for politics in this school, I needed to be there and take it. After all, this entire year started with a goal that I was dead keen on achieving, and in my seeking of it I had went through multiple trials and tribulations. Following last week's announcement, I knew things would be ramping up, and I just knew that what she was doing was simply a ploy to undermine my influence. <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<s Angela>><<print $name>>! I knew you'd join us soon enough! Good girl!<</s>> My rival - and secret lover - welcomed me in the group, earning me a couple weirded out stares from both <<light Eric>> and <<light Ella>>. I tried to ignore these looks they gave me, though found myself struggling with it. <<s Matthew>>Just what we needed to make this group really fun!<</s>> Her boyfriend said then, his arms already wrapping around me in a familiarity that raised a couple eyebrows. The games were about to begin between us, but I had a feeling that I was going to be the toy in this entire situation, part of me afraid that I might have made a wrong decision... <<else>><<s Author>>Room for one more?<</s>> I asked. <<light Angela>> was immediately hesitant and closed off at the mention even of my intentions. <<s Angela>>I don't think we need anyone else, we're 4...<</s>> She said, looking to shut me down. <<s Matthew>>Hey it's okay!<</s>> Her boyfriend, of all people, shimed in, <<s Matthew>>We can be five people, I'm sure we'll bring a lot more to the table like that!<</s>> The other two joined their voice to his in welcoming me right after, but I could see with the way <<light Angela>> was looking at her partner that she wasn't happy with his welcoming disposition. And so the games were to begin between us, an identified weakness that I hoped I'll be able to abuse in the future, while still maintaining trust in my current relationship...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Join Eric, Leo, and my rivals">><<set $group4 to "Eric and Leo">><<replace "#choices">>Over there, my interest was strongest. I had to be true to where my heart was guiding me, and so I gave a half-hearted apology to the man that had offered a spot and beelined my way to the other group. If there was an opportunity for politics in this school, I needed to be there and take it. After all, this entire year started with a goal that I was dead keen on achieving, and in my seeking of it I had went through multiple trials and tribulations. Following last week's announcement, I knew things would be ramping up, and I just knew that what she was doing was simply a ploy to undermine my influence. <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<s Angela>><<print $name>>! I knew you'd join us soon enough! Good girl!<</s>> My rival - and secret lover - welcomed me in the group, earning me a couple weirded out stares from both <<light Eric>> and <<light Leo>>. I tried to ignore these looks they gave me, though found myself struggling with it. <<s Matthew>>Just what we needed to make this group really fun!<</s>> Her boyfriend said then, his arms already wrapping around me in a familiarity that raised a couple eyebrows. The games were about to begin between us, but I had a feeling that I was going to be the toy in this entire situation, part of me afraid that I might have made a wrong decision... <<else>><<s Author>>Room for one more?<</s>> I asked. <<light Angela>> was immediately hesitant and closed off at the mention even of my intentions. <<s Angela>>I don't think we need anyone else, we're 4...<</s>> She said, looking to shut me down. <<s Matthew>>Hey it's okay!<</s>> Her boyfriend, of all people, shimed in, <<s Matthew>>We can be five people, I'm sure we'll bring a lot more to the table like that!<</s>> The other two joined their voice to his in welcoming me right after, but I could see with the way <<light Angela>> was looking at her partner that she wasn't happy with his welcoming disposition. And so the games were to begin between us, an identified weakness that I hoped I'll be able to abuse in the future, while still maintaining trust in my current relationship...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Join Yara, Eva, Jasmin, and Jerome">><<set $group4 to "Quatro">><<replace "#choices">>Whatever was happening at the other end of the room was of no interest to me, as I looked back at <<light Jerome>> and stated my intention. <<s Author>>I'd love to join you guys. I thought it was already a given!<</s>> I said enthusiastically. The smiles I received told me I had done the right choice. And to be honest, if old projects were any hint as to how things would go on to progress with this project, I knew that they all would definitely need me to set them on the right track, always having been the voice of reason when it came to the final outcome of these events. But truly, deep down, what I looked forward to was the intense games that would soon begin to evolve between these two propped up rivals, and my place in all of it. I may be the key in the main project, but the queen of this chess battle was me, and I had yet to reveal what color I truly was, white savior for <<light Yara>>, blacked pawn for <<light Jerome>>, or a grey third that would look to steal it all for herself. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "If there is no group for me, I guess I'll just miss out on this project.">><<set $group4 to "None">><<replace "#choices">>Neither of the two groups had truly called to me, not wanting any of the politics, and quite aware of the dangers of joining either of them. In my heart of hearts, I knew that missing out on this project was the smartest option of them all, removing me from the entire useless equation. My mondays would be empty, but better that than lose my mind over relationships that didn't hold any true value to me anymore. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "If you choose this, you'll miss out on Monday's projects">></div><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Leo>><</pic>><<pickup $class "GP4 Jerome Influence" 1>> Before I could even reach the group, I was quickly approached by <<light Leo>>, who seemed keen on getting my attention. <<s Leo>>I really need you to be on my side in this.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You know how important it is for me to take this opportunity to its fullest.<</s>> He started, <<s Leo>>The idea needs to be something that I can work with. Something that I can show off my abilities through. Please.<</s>> There was urgency in his tone, and I realized that for <<light Leo>>, this was the big opportunity he'd been waiting for. His "Prom Queen"-level of life changing event. And I knew I'd have his back in it. <<s Author>>You've got it, Leo.<</s>> I smiled at him, before adding, <<s Author>>No more social butterfly for you!<</s>> There was still negotiations with the rest of the team, of course, but I was eager to give the man what he needed to be successful. I hoped... <<linkreplace "Talk about the play with the rest">><<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<light Angela>> had other thoughts on what the play needed to be, though. <<s Angela>>The Wizard of Oz!<</s>> She'd suggested, receiving a thrilled agreement by <<light Eric>>, to both <<light Leo>> and I's pain. <<light Matthew>> had other thoughts though, excitedly sharing his dumb idea. <<s Matthew>>Hamilton! We should do Hamilton!<</s>> He was confident in his stupidity. <<s Eric>>That sounds insensitive.<</s>> <<light Eric>> was quit to shut downt he idea for us. <<s Leo>>Do you think you can pull off Dorothy?<</s>> I understood what <<light Leo>> was playing at, the conversation we just had explicitly clarifying it for me. <<s Angela>>Do you think I don't have what it takes to take on that part?<</s>> The head cheerleader felt offense it seemed over his statement, taking the conversation in a different direction. Good for her. <<s Ella>>I think someone that has more experience might be a better fit for the main role, whatever that role may be.<</s>> <<light Leo>> desperately tried to push his own agenda forward. <<s Angela>>Next thing you know, you'll tell me that <<print $name>> should play the main part!<</s>> She spat then, anger starting to bubble up in her. I didn't know if I wanted to appease her or stroke her fires more, or actually help Leo with his idea... <div id='choices'><<link "Go with Angela's lead.">><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Affluence" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured the best way to deal with things is to appease my rival, to then spring the trap at the most opportune of moments. <<s Author>>If that's what you want, then maybe you should be playing the part.<</s>> I said to her, before realizing that in my confrontation, in laying low, I'd given her more power and helped her shape more of the situation with <<light Leo>>. <<s Angela>>See, even <<print $name>> agrees with my position.<</s>> She said arrogantly as she flashed me a naughty smirk, as if she found something in me that I myself didn't know. I still didn't know what it was that pushed me to make that decision. <<s Matthew>>I'll be the lion.<</s>> The star athlete interjected, making his choice of character as <<light Eric>> quickly followed: <<s Eric>>I'll be the tin man. I don't want to be too obvious in any of it. The stage is not my place.<</s>> <<light Eric>> decided to speak up only when needed, receiving a teasing glance from <<light Angela>>. If I could just gorge her eyes out! <<s Angela>>What about you, Leo? A strawman falling apart?<</s>> The annoying cheerleader asked what was supposed to me our star. <<s Leo>>I'll be the wizard. He's an integral part of the story.<</s>> The man answered, before allowing a small whisper to escape his lips: <<s Leo>>Bitch.<</s>> <<light Angela>> did hear that, though I think she wanted to use it to her advantage instead. <<s Angela>>No I think <<print $name>> should play the Witch.<</s>> She said, proud of her play on words. <<s Angela>>After all, every hero needs an antagonist.<</s>> She further pushed, trying to get me to show some sort of emotion, though I truly couldn't do or say anything about it. After all, I had given her the position with complete acceptance. <<s Angela>>All set then! We'll tell the professor our parts and he'll give us the script for it before next time!<</s>> The bitch said enthusiastically, already on her way to him. <<light Leo>> didn't seem in a mood to talk to me, as he gave me a frustrated look before heading his own way. I might have fucked up, but I must have had a reason to give her the lead, right? //Win some, lose some, I guess?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Agree, of course I should be the lead.">><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Influence" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Of course I should play the lead!<</s>> I argued then, receiving a less-than-thrilled reaction from the man who had counted on me for my aid. <<s Author>>I have all it takes to take on such a part.<</s>> I felt the way all this might have sounded greedy, prideful, as I saw the smirk cross <<light Angela>>'s face before being hidden away. //I fucked up.// <<s Angela>>If you're so certain you can carry our production, I'll give you it.<</s>> She said, fooling me into getting the lead instead of the man who'd deserved it. <<s Angela>>But it won't be easy!<</s>> She said then teasingly, <<s Angela>>What about the rest?<</s>> With this statement of hers, I already knew she was planning something naughty for me, though I didn't know what it would be exactly. <<s Eric>>I'll be the tin man. I don't want to be too obvious in any of it. The stage is not my place.<</s>> <<light Eric>> decided to speak up only when needed, receiving a teasing glance from <<light Angela>>. If I could just gorge her eyes out! <<s Matthew>>I'll be the lion, duh!<</s>> The star athlete knew what he wanted, and went for it. <<s Angela>>What about you, Leo? Strawman?<</s>> The head cheerleader asked very directly to the person that I'd overstepped. <<s Leo>>I'd rather take a more substantial role. I'll be the wizard himself then.<</s>> The man easily readjusted, though <<light Angela>> had different thoughts. <<s Angela>>Good thing we can still find you a part now that you're actually a man.<</s>> She was eagerly offensive in her speech, and it hit a nerve in me. <<light Leo>> was a bit faster in his reaction. <<s Ella>>Bitch.<</s>> He was understandably angry, though I didn't know if his insult was more towards my rival or me now that I'd completely sidelined him... <<s Angela>>Of course I'll be the witch! Paint me as your villain!<</s>> My rival was all too proud to take on the hideous visage she so deserved, expertly working with <<light Leo>>'s reaction. With this, the confrontation at the end of our story would be between me and this annoying woman, though I felt happy that I was the "good" person in this confrontation. <<s Angela>>All set then! We'll tell the professor our parts and he'll give us the script for it before next time!<</s>> The bitch said enthusiastically, already on her way to him. <<light Leo>> didn't seem in a mood to talk to me, as he gave me a frustrated look before heading his own way. I might have fucked up, but I now had the lead in the play. Win some, lose some, I guess? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Push Leo to suggest his idea.">><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Unfluence" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly no. I think Leo has a better idea.<</s>> <<light Leo>> gave me an appreciative glance before speaking up: <<s Leo>>What's the point of The Wizard of Oz?<</s>> He said then, receiving unknowing reactions from our teammates. <<s Leo>>Exactly, there is no actual strong social message in this pay, except the beauty of "home". And we all know that there is a lot of places like home.<</s>> He argued, <<s Leo>>If we want to impress the professor, we need to come up with a powerful message that can resonate with our audience.<</s>> He made sense, though we were yet to find out what play he was considering. <<s Eric>>What are you suggesting then?<</s>> <<light Eric>> asked, actually intrigued. <<s Leo>>Dear Evan Hansen.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm Eric.<</s>> The dumb boy answered him then. <<s Angela>>No... It's a play.<</s>> The head cheerleader surprised me with her knowledge. <<s Leo>>Exactly. It's a musical about mental health awareness and the struggles of being a high-schooler.<</s>> The "social butterfly" further elaborated, giving a look of appreciation to <<light Angela>> for her knowledge, making me feel a bit left out. <<s Matthew>>Is there parts for everyone involved?<</s>> <<s Leo>>There definitely is. And you can play the jock, Connor.<</s>> He said, to which <<light Matthew>> beemed with confidence. <<s Angela>>I can't be his sister!<</s>> <<light Angela>> interjected, already giving herself an important part it seems. <<s Leo>>Then <<print $name>> can play that part.<</s>> Our de-facto director suggested. <<s Angela>>I figure you'll be playing Evan?<</s>> She asked, studying the field. <<s Author>>Only right. I think Leo already has all the songs memorized.<</s>> I praised. <<s Leo>>Guilty as charged.<</s>> <<light Leo>> laughed. <<s Leo>>And Eric can play Jared, Evan's friend.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I hope the part's not too big, I'm not really one to be on stage.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I guess we'll see how things go before giving <<print $name>> and me the parts we get.<</s>> The head cheerleader interjected, before continuing: <<s Angela>>I'll update the professor on our choices, and maybe next session we can choose which part each of us takes by trying out for them, see the chemistry of things?<</s>> Her logic was sound, which kept me on my toes as she headed for the professor. If <<light Angela>> was suggesting it, there was definitely something behind it. Though what it was entirely was still lost on me, which raised serious doubts in me... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<s Leo>>We really need to nail this performance, regardless of our roles and what we're doing. I need us to be absolutely amazing.<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked good in charge of things, excitedly speaking and trying to organize the team. <<s Angela>>Blame <<print $name>> for it, that useless party is taking most of the time away from everyone.<</s>> As if I came up with the idea to have a party before the biggest party this school had seen! Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, another interjected before I could say my piece. <<s Eric>>Now, that shouldn't stop us from doing a good job of it.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Thank God it is next Monday that we perform. I need to be completely free for the coming swim meet.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Weren't these done with?<</s>> <<light Eric>> asked <<light Matthew>>. <<s Eric>>Didn't you win?<</s>> <<s Matthew>> I won the district competition. Next one is the national, the biggest challenge yet.<</s>> <<s Angela>>While I do love it when you go on about your time in water, I do feel like we have more pressing matters at hand.<</s>> For once, I tended to agree with the woman. <<s Author>>Sunday then, at my place.<</s>> <<s Angela>>That... Works.<</s>> She didn't seem to be considering it as an option, she seemed to be curious and apprehensive about entering my lair. I smiled internally, realizing that there was uneasiness in her approach, something unusual in the woman that was always quite assured in her decisions. <<s Leo>>Just please make sure you've studied your lines. We need the best outcome we possibly could.<</s>> I couldn't promise anything, but I could expect an interesting final rehearsal this coming Sunday when friends and foes would come to visit. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Ella>><</pic>><<pickup $class "GP4 Jerome Influence" 1>> Before I could even reach the group, I was quickly approached by <<light Ella>>, who seemed keen on getting my attention. <<s Ella>>I really need you to be on my side in this.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Ella>>You know how important it is for me to take this opportunity to its fullest.<</s>> She started, <<s Leo>>The idea needs to be something that I can work with. Something that I can show off my abilities through. Please.<</s>> There was urgency in her tone, and I realized that for <<light Ella>>, this was the big opportunity she'd been waiting for. Her "Prom Queen"-level of life changing event, not the actual prom queendom. And I knew I'd have her back in it; maybe then I'd be able to convince her out of the competition in a softer manner. <<s Author>>You've got it, Ella.<</s>> I smiled at her, before adding, <<s Author>>No more social butterfly for you!<</s>> There was still negotiations with the rest of the team, of course, but I was eager to give the woman what she needed to be successful. I hoped... <<linkreplace "Talk about the play with the rest">><<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<light Angela>> had other thoughts on what the play needed to be, though, with her on top for sure. <<s Angela>>The Wizard of Oz!<</s>> She'd suggested, receiving a thrilled agreement by <<light Eric>>, <<s Angela>>And I'd be Dorothy!<</s>> <<light Matthew>>, her partner, had another idea that was less-than-perfect. <<s Matthew>>Hamilton! We can do Hamilton!<</s>> He was way too excited for that thought for a white man. <<s Ella>>I doubt anyone will be happy with that idea. Trust me, I've been there.<</s>> My trans friend quipped, before turning her attention to <<light Angela>>'s idea. <<s Ella>>Do you think you can pull off Dorothy?<</s>> I understood what she was playing at, the conversation we just had explicitly clarifying it for me. <<s Angela>>Do you think I don't have what it takes to take on that part?<</s>> The head cheerleader felt offense it seemed over <<light Ella>>'s statement. Good for her. <<s Ella>>I think someone that has more experience might be a better fit for the role.<</s>> The trans woman said instead. <<s Angela>>Next thing you know, you'll tell me that <<print $name>> should play the main part!<</s>> She spat then, anger starting to bubble up in her. I didn't know if I wanted to appease her or stroke her fires more... <div id='choices'><<link "Go with Angela's lead.">><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Affluence" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured the best way to deal with things is to appease my rival, to then spring the trap at the most opportune of moments. <<s Author>>If that's what you want, then maybe you should be playing the part.<</s>> I said to her, before realizing that in my confrontation, in laying low, I'd given her more power and helped her shape more of the situation with <<light Ella>>. <<s Angela>>See, even <<print $name>> agrees with my position.<</s>> She said arrogantly as she flashed me a naughty smirk, as if she found something in me that I myself didn't know. I still didn't know what it was that pushed me to make that decision. <<s Matthew>>I'll be the lion.<</s>> The star athlete interjected, making his choice of character as <<light Eric>> quickly followed: <<s Eric>>I'll be the tin man. I don't want to be too obvious in any of it. The stage is not my place.<</s>> <<light Eric>> decided to speak up only when needed, receiving a teasing glance from <<light Angela>>. If I could just gorge her eyes out! <<s Angela>>Too bad Ella's no longer a man. She'd have made a fantastic strawman.<</s>> The head cheerleader targetted the one person who truly had any theatrical aspirations, sidelining her entirely. <<s Ella>>Bitch.<</s>> The trans woman was not able to hold herself, allowing the word to escape her lips in a whisper. <<light Angela>> did hear that, though I think she wanted to use it to her advantage instead. <<s Angela>>No I think <<print $name>> should play the Witch.<</s>> She said, proud of her play on words. <<s Angela>>After all, every hero needs an antagonist.<</s>> She further pushed, trying to get me to show some sort of emotion, though I truly couldn't do or say anything about it. After all, I had given her the position with complete acceptance. <<s Angela>>And dearest, sweet Ella, can play the most important part! The white bitch - I mean witch.<</s>> My one rival, the person I'd accepted the control of, decided to further tease. <<light Ella>> seemed beyond frustrated, not having a single thing to say as she scoffed before walking away from the situation, as I knew I'd probably messed up in this entire situation. <<s Angela>>All set then! We'll tell the professor our parts and he'll give us the script for it before next time!<</s>> The bitch said enthusiastically, already on her way to him. I might have fucked up, but I must have had a reason to give her the lead, right? //Win some, lose some, I guess?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, Ella should be the lead.">><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Unfluence" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If there was one place for <<light Ella>> to shine, it was here and now. With that idea in mind, I decided to speak up against <<light Angela>>'s provocation. <<s Author>>Honestly, of all of us here, Ella is the person most talented on the stage.<</s>> I said confidently, receiving an intrigued look by <<light Angela>>, <<s Author>>If there's one person that can pull off the character - and bring even more unique personality to her - then it is her.<</s>> My argument seems to hit some right notes in my fellow groupmates, in particular an unexpected ally. <<s Matthew>>I can actually see it.<</s>> The star athlete said then, for the first time admiring my trans friend for the woman she was becoming. <<light Ella>> was blushing, but decided to join her voice to mine. <<s Ella>>I... Don't want to be too arrogant... But I do think I can pull off the part. I've lived it, in my own way.<</s>> She said then. I smiled at her, a gesture completely opposed by <<light Angela>>'s very stern frown. <<s Eric>>If we're doing this, I'd like to be the tin man. I don't want to be too obvious in any of it. The stage is not my place.<</s>> <<light Eric>> decided to speak up only when needed, respecting the conversation at hand. <<light Matthew>> was quick to stake his claim as well. <<s Matthew>>I'll be the lion, obviously.<</s>> The star athlete proclaimed, a surprise to no one. <<s Angela>><<print $name>> should be the bitch - I mean witch - then.<</s>> The annoying head cheerleader was not subtle. <<s Author>>The role does need talent that you do not possess.<</s>> I was even less subtle in my attack. <<s Ella>>Woah okay okay, let's calm down!<</s>> <<light Ella>> was laughing a she interjected, <<s Ella>>We can genderbend the wizard and you play it, Angela?<</s>> She was ever the diplomat. <<light Angela>> nodded her head. Something nagged at the back of my mind though, as <<light Ella>> went to share our decision with the professor of the class as we separated. Why would <<light Angela>> want to give me the part of the witch if it's a bigger one? There must have been a reason, though it currently escaped me, and I knew I needed to find it sooner rather than later... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Of course I should play the lead!">><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Influence" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Of course I should play the lead!<</s>> I argued then, receiving a less-than-thrilled reaction from the trans woman who had counted on me for my aid. <<s Author>>I have all it takes to take on such a part.<</s>> I felt the way all this might have sounded greedy, prideful, as I saw the smirk cross <<light Angela>>'s face before being hidden away. //I fucked up.// <<s Angela>>If you're so certain you can carry our production, I'll give you it.<</s>> She said, fooling me into getting the lead instead of the woman who'd deserved it. <<s Angela>>But it won't be easy!<</s>> She said then teasingly, <<s Angela>>What about the rest?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'll be the tin man. I don't want to be too obvious in any of it. The stage is not my place.<</s>> <<light Eric>> decided to speak up only when needed, receiving a teasing glance from <<light Angela>> in his direction. If I could just gorge her eyes out! <<s Matthew>>I'll be the lion, duh!<</s>> The star athlete knew what he wanted, and went for it. <<s Angela>>Too bad Ella is not a man anymore.<</s>> The head cheerleader offensively said, <<s Angela>>But we can do without a strawman for sure.<</s>> <<s Ella>>Bitch.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was understandably angry, though I didn't know if her insult was more towards my rival or me now that I'd completely sidelined her... <<s Angela>>Of course I'll be the witch! Paint me as your villain!<</s>> My rival was all too proud to take on the hideous visage she so deserved. <<s Author>>But that would mean...<</s>> <<s Angela>>Ella can play the other witch, that white one.<</s>> My rival was all too enthusiastic to dismiss the best between us, all because of my preparatory actions... <<s Angela>>All set then! We'll tell the professor our parts and he'll give us the script for it before next time!<</s>> The bitch said enthusiastically, already on her way to him. <<light Ella>> didn't seem in a mood to talk to me, as she gave me a frustrated look before heading her own way. I might have fucked up, but I now had the lead in the play. Win some, lose some, I guess? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<s Leo>>We really need to nail this performance, regardless of our roles and what we're doing. I need us to be absolutely amazing.<</s>> <<light Ella>> looked good in charge of things, excitedly speaking and trying to organize the team. I loved how she felt confident enough to speak up about her passion like that. <<s Angela>>Blame <<print $name>> for it, that useless party is taking most of the time away from everyone.<</s>> As if I came up with the idea to have a party before the biggest party this school had seen! Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, another interjected before I could say my piece. <<s Eric>>Now, that shouldn't stop us from doing a good job of it.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Thank God it is next Monday that we perform. I need to be completely free for the coming swim meet.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Weren't these done with?<</s>> <<light Eric>> asked <<light Matthew>>. <<s Eric>>Didn't you win?<</s>> <<s Matthew>> I won the district competition. Next one is the national, the biggest challenge yet.<</s>> <<s Angela>>While I do love it when you go on about your time in water, I do feel like we have more pressing matters at hand.<</s>> For once, I tended to agree with the woman. <<s Author>>Sunday then, at my place.<</s>> <<s Angela>>That... Works.<</s>> She didn't seem to be considering it as an option, she seemed to be curious and apprehensive about entering my lair. I smiled internally, realizing that there was uneasiness in her approach, something unusual in the woman that was always quite assured in her decisions. <<s Leo>>Just please make sure you've studied your lines. We need the best outcome we possibly could.<</s>> I couldn't promise anything, but I could expect an interesting final rehearsal this coming Sunday when friends and foes would come to visit. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pickup $class "GP4 Angela Influence" 1>>There was clear tension. <<light Jerome>> and <<light Yara>> being in the same group was always going to be a place where a lot of interesting things were bound to happen. Though "interesting" is subjective, and in this case, it meant tension beyond explanation as they were arguing with one another over what approach to take for the play. <<s Yara>>Typical masculine arrogance. Hamilton was never black!<</s>> The athlete was trying to control her tone of voice, and somewhat failing as she was turning more and more emotional as time went on. <<s Jerome>>Fuck if I care, I'm the only man here.<</s>> The guy was keen on getting the main part, which <<light Yara>> weirdly coveted. <<s Eva>>Hamilton was a slave owner...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Fuck if I care. It's reclaiming history, same as we did on our first project.<</s>> The man answered the interjecting girl. <<s Jasmin>>Yeah I doubt it would make it any better if Yara played the part of a slave owner.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And Jerome playing that part is better? And heck, in the play there is no mention of that for Hamilton!<</s>> <<light Yara>> was getting quite argumentative. I knew that I could interject at any moment, but hearing them argue the way they did was giving me some pause as to how to approach this whole situation. <<s Jerome>>Of course it is better. It's more natural.<</s>> I knew when I joined this group that there would be tension at play, though I somewhat expected it would be different. The hopes I had were different, as I struggled to recognize what I was imagining for it. <<s Jasmin>>This is all so weird... What do you think, <<print $name>>?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> asked me expectantly, calling me out on my silence. I looked at everyone gathered there, as they turned towards me to anticipate my response. <<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem">>Our master <<light Jerome>> smirked as he looked me in the eyes. It was part of his plan to get <<light Yara>> to fall for him, and he was putting it in work expertly, claiming a main character to then lure her into playing with him. I could see even in this dynamics the intensity of the moment, as <<light Yara>> seemed to be putting on a final fight before accepting <<light Jerome>>'s control, an opportune moment to extend his dominion... <<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<light Jerome>>, despite our latest conversation last date night, was still wanting to toy with <<light Yara>>. Whether that came from actual intent or circumstance, I didn't know yet, but I was certain that there was more to his approach than a simple part. <<light Yara>> was less than eager to follow that path, and a part of me was happy to see it. After all, we had agreed to remain exclusive to one another. The fact that I had to choose between the two of them on a leader to this team did not feel comfortable, though. <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>My mistress looked at me expectantly, no wonder already expecting me to back up her claim. <<light Yara>> had all the charisma to take on that main part, and we had had our conversation during our latest date night in private. Alongside her, <<light Eva>> was also awaiting my response. It was obvious that there were clear power dynamics here and a separation in the group, and that my voice would carry most in this situation. I needed to back my mistress, right? <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>My two submissives looked at me expectantly as I studied the situation. Side by side, <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> were awaiting my response, hoping I'd back their claim or take over. The former had even addressed the subject during our latest date night, and now I was to follow on the promises I made. A part of me was interested in playing around in the dynamics, but I already knew I had went into this class with a clear goal in mind as to how to approach this entire fiasco. <<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">>My lover <<light Yara>> looked at me expectantly as she saw me take in all the information, clearly expecting me to have her back one way or another. There was a clear tension in the air between her and <<light Jerome>>, a situation that had already been addressed earlier between us. The question that remained was whether or not to back her claim, <<light Jerome>>'s (doubtfully), or take control of my own, if I felt like it. <<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">>My partner, having called on me, looked at me with an expectant stare, hoping that I'd take her side in all of this. We had gone a long way to fight <<light Jerome>>'s influence over her, and here he was demanding he be given the main character in the face of his rival <<light Yara>>. Political games that had no need to effect me or my girlfriend, but that I knew would have lasting repercussions on us. I just needed to identify what the best path forward was in this situation, and how I could best protect my loving partner. She needed me. <<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">>Beyond <<light Jerome>>'s toxic masculinity demanding attention and <<light Yara>>'s forceful approach to the whole situation, my care was with my girlfriend. Standing there alongside <<light Yara>>, <<light Eva>> looked at me expectantly, hoping that I'd find the diplomatic solution to resolve this issue, counting on me to help her through it all. In all honesty, I care for neither of them, but I knew that whatever happened between them was bound to impact the two of us, <<light Eva>> and I, and I needed to act accordingly to keep us safe. <<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">>Beyond <<light Jerome>>'s toxic masculinity demanding attention and <<light Yara>>'s forceful approach to the whole situation, my care was with my girlfriend. Standing there alongside <<light Yara>>, <<light Eva>> looked at me expectantly, hoping that I'd find the diplomatic solution to resolve this issue, counting on me to help her through it all. In that moment of connection between us two, my mind went to <<light Ella>>, as I thought of how much simpler thing could have been had all three of us been together, a unified front that helps and supports each other. Unfortunately, I was here, and while I didn't care for either of <<light Yara>> or <<light Jerome>>, I knew that whatever happened between them was bound to impact the two, and eventually the three of us, <<light Eva>>, <<light Ella>>, and I. My girlfriend needed me to step forward, and I'd do it for her. <<else>>All these different dynamics between these individuals, friends of mine in different capacity, were coming to a head right in front of me, as they now all looked at me for my decision and guidance. As I looked at the lot of them, I knew that whatever choice I made here would have a huge impact on the future of this project, but I also felt like this decision was more than a main character in a play, but a true opportunity for influence and power.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "Go with Jerome's idea">><<set $maincharacter4 to "Jerome">><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Whether it was because he actually deserved it or because I trusted his ability more than mine or <<light Yara>>'s was lost on me. In that particular moment, I could see the confidence in <<light Jerome>>'s eyes, and I found trust in it. <<s Author>>Hamilton was a man, and was white. The whole point of the play was to subvert that image and give the power of the story to marginalized communities.<</s>> I spoke dyplomatically, <<s Author>>Jerome should play the main character.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was less than enthusiastic to hear my response, while <<light Jerome>> flashed me his usual wide and white smile. As we headed out, having informed professor <<light Carter>> of our decision, which he was particularly thrilled about, <<light Jerome>> walked closely next to me. <<s Jerome>>Good job, babe. Recognizing power where it needs to be.<</s>> He said in a whisper low enough for only me to hear, <<s Jerome>>This project might actually be the most fun you've had so far.<</s>> With that promise, the black man walked away, ideas of what he implied already coursing through my mind. //Did I make the right choice?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Go with Yara's idea">><<set $maincharacter4 to "Yara">><<less "yarasub" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hamilton led a nation's efforts into self-determination.<</s>> I spoke dyplomatically, <<s Author>>And the part was already race-bent, why not adapt it to our new reality?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Don't say it.<</s>> The man didn't want to accept what was to come. <<s Author>>I think Yara should be our main character, she embodies the grace and courage of such a part.<</s>> I clarified. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The dominant woman praised me as she flashed <<light Jerome>> a wide smile. <<s Author>>Hey!<</s>> I quipped back. <<s Yara>>You know you like it when I call you that.<</s>> She unapologetically said, as I realized in <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes a look of recognition. There was ever-growing tension in the group as things seemed to slowly start to bubble up, and I decided to address it as quickly as possible. <<s Author>>There will still be a chance to adapt the story.<</s>> I clarified, wanting to lessen the tension at hand, <<s Author>>We'll make it work for us.<</s>> It was all semantics, as the decision had been made, <<light Yara>>'s dominance clear in the group as she led us in front of professor <<light Carter>> to claim our play. This one looked impressed with the choice, shooting <<light Jerome>> an odd glance that told me he expected more of the black man. As we walked out, <<light Yara>> softly accosted me: <<s Yara>>Told you you'd be a good girl. Thanks for giving me the main character of your last project.<</s>> Her words shot through me quite powerfully, as I realized just then the repercussions of such a decision. In putting her in the lead, I'd just confirmed something I was setting aside for so long. This entire story, this entirely through-line... Maybe I was never the main character. Maybe I was only meant to help <<light Yara>> on her road to //Becoming Prom Queen//... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Go with Yara's idea" "Why should she lead?">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "I need to be the main character">><<set $maincharacter4 to "Me">><<replace "#choices">>If there was anyone here that deserved to be the main character of the play, if there was anyone that was bound to become the star of a show, that person was me. <<s Author>>I think I should take the main part. I have the skill and I'm the best compromise for everyone involved.<</s>> I explained plainly to the lot of them, already receiving a few validating nods. Furthermore, being the main character in this final project was clearly my destiny on my road to become prom queen. <<s Jerome>>I'm fine with that. Bound to be fun.<</s>> The man said then, eyeing me up as he tried to figure out the logic behind my decision. I knew that this option would keep the most people safe, and consolidate the power I already held in my hand. In leading this initiative, I was showing that I was in control of the group, and I would be able to call the shots moving forward. Through that, I could continue to prove that this entire story was mine, the Woman that would become Prom Queen. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<s Carter>>Performances are next week, ladies and gents!<</s>> Our professor was feeling the pressure just as much as we were, and it was really getting on everyone's nerves. Across the room, I could see my queenship rival try to influence my friends, while I tried to stay atop the interaction I was privvy to here on my end. Whatever was happening there, they were to deal with it on their own. <<s Yara>>We can't lose any more time.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was talking to <<light Jasmin>> about our rehearsals, <<s Yara>>Are you sure there is no time this week you can make it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>> and I are organizing the Easter Party. It's the HRC's biggest event yet. There is no way.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Looks like it'll be a blast.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> gave the inhabitual compliment. <<s Yara>>Yes, but our grades will suffer from it.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Oh come on, if I was you I'd care more about the track competition than this silly play. That's your scholarship opportunity.<</s>> The man had a point, and it seemed to give <<light Yara>> some pause. <<s Yara>>You would be right, except I also need the grades to be accepted at the university I want.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Or you need to be my queen at prom.<</s>> He spoke as if his throne was secure, and continued to be the flirt that he always had been. <<s Eva>>We're straying from the topic.<</s>> Thankfully, the fifth member of our team reminded us of the task at hand, a voice of reason. <<s Yara>>You're right... What about after the party, during the weekend?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I think Saturday needs to be a rest day.<</s>> <<s Yara>>We'll rehearse on Sunday then.<</s>> The athlete made the firm decision, and I imagined what that day would carry with it when they'd visit me for one final project at home... With the party around the corner, it felt like this would be months away. But I already knew it will carry its own nice times. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<else>>Presentation Time! <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<s Author>>I'm really sorry guys.<</s>> <<light Eric>> and <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> had a furlown expression on their faces as they heard me explain my group switch to them. <<s Eric>>No I understand, after all they are your dates.<</s>> The man was welcoming of my decision, as the other person there seemed to nod in agreement. <<s Eric>>Just promise you'll be there to cheer us when we give the best performance.<</s>> <<s Author>>You'll do great.<</s>> I pointed to the person next to him, knowing that the artist within would carry their team. <<s Author>>Watch out for Angela though!<</s>> I said, half joking and a bigger half serious. Their smiles did not reassure me, as I saw them both walk away, seeing <<light Angela>> act all too enthusiastic to see them back, knowing that I was sending them off to the spider's web to be caught up in it. I'd rather make sure that <<light Jerome>> did not overstep, if I was being honest... <<link "Move along" "P4 Quatro">><</link>>

<<if $group4 is "Eric and Ella">><<if $class.has("GP4 Angela Affluence")>>Angela is the lead, we don't like it. <<elseif $class.has("GP4 Angela Influence")>>I am the lead, Ella doesn't like it. <<elseif $class.has("GP4 Angela Unfluence")>>Ella is the lead, Angela doesn't like it.<</if>> <<elseif $group4 is "Eric and Leo">><<if $class.has("GP4 Angela Affluence")>>Angela is the lead, we don't like it. <<elseif $class.has("GP4 Angela Influence")>>I am the lead, Leo doesn't like it. <<elseif $class.has("GP4 Angela Unfluence")>>Leo is the lead, Angela doesn't like it.<</if>> <<elseif $group4 is "Quatro">><<if $maincharacter4 is "Jerome">> <<elseif $maincharacter4 is "Yara">> <<elseif $maincharacter4 is "Me">> <</if>> <<else>>No group for me, that's okay! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $relationship is "yaraonly">><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Submissive">><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Romantic">><</if>><<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">><<if $evacharacter is "Romantic">><<elseif $evacharacter is "Submissive">><</if>><<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<elseif $relationship is "leoonly">><<elseif $relationship is "ellaonly">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<elseif $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<elseif $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<else>><</if>>

<div id='announcementboard'><img src='images/classes/announcement-board.jpg' width='100%' style='border-radius: 2%'><div id="mydivy"><<include "Random Tips">></div><div class='grading'><h1></h1><br>My grade:<h1><<print $grade>></h1></div><div class='rumoring'><<include "Rumoring">></div><div class='postering'><<include "Postering">></div></div>

<a data-nokeys="true"><<if $valentine.has('Announcement') and $valentine.count("Announced") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/flyer-announcement.png' width='100%' position='center'>" "Valentine Announcement">><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has("PosterUp")>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/flyer-announcement.png' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Valentine Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Valentine Flyer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("EP Confrontation Swim")>><<link "<img src='images/classes/swim-announcement.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Swim Meet Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Swim Meet Flyer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $easterposter is 1>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster1.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Easter Party Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Easter Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $easterposter is 2>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster2.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Easter Party Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Easter Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $easterposter is 3>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster3.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Easter Party Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Easter Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $easterposter is 4>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster4.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Easter Party Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Easter Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $easterposter is 5>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster5.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Easter Party Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Easter Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $easterposter is 6>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster6.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Easter Party Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Easter Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Swim PosterUp")>><<link "<img src='images/classes/swim-announcement.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Swim Meet Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Swim Meet Flyer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Male Gaze") is 0 and $time lt 5>><<link "<img src='images/classes/free-announcement.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $femnippleevents is true>><<link "<img src='images/classes/free-announcement.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Free the Nipple Poster", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HRC Fem2 Poster").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $gameday lte 60 and $gameday gte 45>><<link "<img src='images/classes/bhm-announcement.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Black History Month", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BHM Flyer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $gameday gte 65 and $springbreak.count("Introduced") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/spring-break/travel-flyer.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>" "Spring Break Intro">><</link>><<elseif $class.has("Prom Prospects")>><<link "<img src='images/classes/prospects-full.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Prom Prospects", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Prom Prospects Flyer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $gameday gte 65 and $springbreak.has("Introduced")>><<link "<img src='images/spring-break/travel-flyer.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Spring Break Announcement", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Spring Break Flyer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/random/main-letter.jpg' width='100%' position='center'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("The SA Letter", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Letter Only").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>></a>

<<if $time is 1>><<if $valentine.has('Announcement') and $valentine.count("Announced") is 0>><<RE 'valentine/announcement.jpg'>>My arrival at school today is met with a completely different decoration. I notice a bunch of <<link "flyers" "Valentine Announcement">><</link>> being passed around, and pick one up.<</RE>> <<else>><<set $schoolrandom to random(1, 4)>><<switch $schoolrandom>><<case 1>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>I arrive at school. Everyone seems to be happy and greets me kindly.<</RE>><<case 2>><<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<RE "character/ria.jpg">>Walking down the school corridors, I pass by <<light Ria>> who smiles at me before heading to class.<</RE>><<else>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>I arrive at school. Everyone seems to be happy and greets me kindly.<</RE>><</if>><<case 3>><<RE "character/eric.jpg">><<if $metEric is false>>A random guy walks the corridors. I do not recognize him, though he does look familiar...<<else>>I notice <<light Eric>> at a distance as he says hello to me before turning to a friend to continue talking to them.<</if>><</RE>><<case 4>><<RE "random/school-random4.jpg">>Rushing into school because of a late bus, I look around to see that everyone is heading to class. The bell must have rung already!<</RE>><<case 5>><<RE "random/school-random5.jpg">>On my way to class, I pass by a couple engaged in a romantic conversation. Love is in the air this morning!<</RE>><</switch>><</if>><<elseif $time is 2 or $time is 3>><<if $club.has("DebateProposal")>><<set $schoolrandom to 1>><<else>><<set $schoolrandom to random(1, 4)>><</if>><<switch $schoolrandom>><<case 1>>/*Ria Stuff*/<<RE "random/school-random3.jpg">>The mood is positive at school on this beautiful day.<</RE>><<case 2>>/*Eric Stuff*/<<RE "character/eric.jpg">><</RE>><<case 3>>/*HRC Stuff*/<<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>Spending time at school, I find myself free to engage with anyone I please.<</RE>><<case 4>>/*Ellis Stuff*/<<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>I hang around at school, the vibes positive and the mood light.<</RE>><</switch>><<elseif $time gte 4>><<set $schoolrandom to random(1, 3)>><<switch $schoolrandom>><<case 1>><<RE "random/school-random1.jpg">>The empty hallways of my school hold a sinister mood to them... I should probably head elsewhere...<</RE>><<case 2>><<RE "random/school-janitor.jpg">>As I walk the empty hallways of the school, I find myself face to face with a sinister looking janitor. <<s stranger>>I just cleaned this floor. You shouldn't be here.<</s>> It's maybe better I leave and go elsewhere.<</RE>><<case 3>><<RE "random/school-random1.jpg">>It feels wrong being here at this time. I should probably leave...<</RE>><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $time is 2>>Hanging out at school, here are the friends I find in the Quad:<<elseif $time is 3>>My friends are hanging out here, though I might want to do something else with my afternoon:<</if>> <<if $yaraavoid is false>><<include "Yara Options">><</if>><<if $jasminavoid is false>><<include "Jasmin Options">><</if>><<include "Eric Options">><<if $evaavoid is false>><<include "Eva Options">><</if>><<if $leoavoid is false>><<include "Leo Options">><</if>><<if $myaavoid is false>><<include "Mya Options">><</if>><<include "Henry Options">><<include "Jerome Options">><<include "Ellis Options">><<if $cuck gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck10") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/samuel.jpg' width='75px' title='Samuel wants to talk'>" "Cuck10 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck10" 1>><<addtime>><<add "Samuel" 3>><</link>><</if>><<if $femnippleevents is true and $day is 5 and visited("HRC Fem2 Bekham") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk to Bekham about the protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Bekham">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $class.has("Bekham") and $Bekham gte 5 and $springbreak.has("Introduced") and $day is 5 and $springbreak.count("Bekham Offer") is 0 and $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='75px' title='Ask for his help in Spring Break Funding'>" "Spring Break Bekham Offer">><<pickup $springbreak "Bekham Offer" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><</if>><<if $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Ria Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ria.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Ria Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Ria" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ria.jpg' width='75px' title='A stranger approaches...'>" "Debate Club Introduction">><<drop $club "DebateProposal" 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Male Gaze") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/matthew.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Male Gaze">><<addtime>><</link>><</if>><<if $bisex gte 65 and $friendsevents.count("Bisex65") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/christina.jpg' width='75px' title='She approaches'>" "Christina Bisex 65 Scene">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bisex65" 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $work.has("SW Ruby Nude Delayed") and $work.count("SW Ruby Nude Accepted") is 0 and $open gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ruby.jpg' width='75px' title='Accept her offer'>" "School">><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Accepted" 1>><</link>><<elseif $work.count("SW Ruby Nude Talk") is 0 and GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" and visited("Group Project 3") lte 3 and $work.has("BE Ruby")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ruby.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about grades'>" "SW Ruby Intro">><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Talk" 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Julio Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/julio.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Julio Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $HRCBLMInsta gte -3 and $Julio gte 3 and $club.count("HRCBLM3 Julio") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/julio.jpg' width='75px' title='Record HRC BLM Video'>" "JulioBLM">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRCBLM3 Julio" 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $reputation gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Reputation40") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/siraj.jpg' width='75px' title='An odd social media proposal'>" "Reputation 40">><<pickup $friendsevents "Reputation40" 1>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $subdom lte -80 and $friendsevents.count("Subdom 80") is 0 or $subdom gte 80 and $friendsevents.count("Subdom 80") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jerome.jpg' width='75px' title='An interesting proposition'>" "Subdom80 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Subdom 80" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $blackonly.has('Statement') and $blackonly.count('Jerome Statement') gt 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jerome.jpg' width='75px' title='He wants to talk'>" "Jerome Statement Talk">><<addtime>><<pickup $blackonly 'Jerome Statement' 1>><<add "Jerome" 3>><</link>><<elseif $HRCBLMInsta gte -3 and $Jerome gte 5 and $club.count("HRCBLM3 Jerome") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jerome.jpg' width='75px' title='Record HRC BLM Video'>" "JeromeBLM">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRCBLM3 Jerome" 1>><</link>><<elseif $evacharacter is "Bimbo" and $relationship is "JeromeHarem" and $friendsevents.count("PSB Jerome Belle Talk") is 0 or $evacharacter is "Bimbo" and $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" and $friendsevents.count("PSB Jerome Belle Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jerome.jpg' width='75px' title='He wants to talk'>" "PSB Jerome Belle Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jerome Belle Talk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $legtattoo isnot "none" and $friendsevents.count("JQT1") is 0 or $asstattoo isnot "none" and $friendsevents.count("JQT2") is 0 and $friendsevents.has("JQT1") or $Mya gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("JeromeMya1") is 0 or $Mya gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("JeromeMya2") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jerome.jpg' width='75px' title='He wants to talk'>" "Jerome Random Convo">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Ellis") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ellis.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about feminist protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Ellis">><<addtime>><</link>>.<<elseif $club.has("Fem2 Ellis Join") and visited("HRC Fem2 Ellis") is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ellis.jpg' width='75px' title='A new look'>" "HRC Fem2 Ellis">><<addtime>><<add "Ellis" 1>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC LGBT 2 Seen") and $club.count("NexStory") is 0 and $club.count("metprincipal") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ellis.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the bathroom situation'>" "LGBT Ellis Convo">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $bisex gte 85 and $friendsevents.count("Bisex85") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ellis.jpg' width='75px' title='Ellis and Mya are talking'>" "Bisex 85 Event">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bisex85" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC LGBT 2 Seen") and $club.count("Bathroom Discovery") is 0 and $club.count("metprincipal") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ellis.jpg' width='75px' title='Visit third floor bathrooms'>" "LGBT Bathroom Discovery">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Ellis Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/ellis.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Ellis Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $metEric is false>><<elseif $blackonly.has('Statement') and $blackonly.count('Eric Statement') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Something on his mind...'>" "EricBlackOnlyStatement">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'Eric Statement' 1>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.hasAny("flowery dress", "yellow dress", "red dress") and $valentine.hasAll("ericchoosed", "Approach") and visited("Eric Valentine Talk") is 2>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='He approaches nervously'>" "Eric Valentine Talk">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.hasAll("Progress", "EricTalk1") and visited("Eric Valentine Talk") is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Eric wants to talk about Valentine'>" "Eric Valentine Talk">><<addtime>><<add "Eric" 3>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.hasAny('Announced', 'Progress') and visited("Eric Valentine Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the valentine event'>" "Eric Valentine Talk">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Eric gte 10 and $ericevent is 0 and $ericmessagepre != 3 and visited("EricMall") gte 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - Hang out sometime?'>" "Eric Pre-Vent 1">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $cuck gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck30") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Ask him to hangout'>" "Cuck 30 Scene">><<add "Eric" 3>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck30" 1>><</link>><<elseif $cuck gte 5 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck 5 Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='A slipping tease'>" "Cuck 5 Scene">><<addtime>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck 5 Scene" 1>><</link>><<elseif $HRCBLMInsta gte -3 and $cuck gte 5 and $club.count("HRCBLM3 Eric") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Record HRC BLM Video'>" "EricBLM">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRCBLM3 Eric" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Eric Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Eric Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Eric Talk") is 0 and $relationship != "EricExclusive" and $thoughts.count("Open Relationship") is 0 and $thoughts.count("Cuck Relationship") is 0 and $relationship != "EricSamuelThrouple">><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Eric EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Eric Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Hangout with Eric'>" "School">><<add "Eric" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eric Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Eric PSB Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Eric PSB Convo">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eric PSB Convo" 1>><<set $return to "School">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") and $friendsevents.count("PSB OpenCuck 1") is 0 or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") and $friendsevents.count("PSB OpenCuck 1") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Naughty bathroom escape'>" "PSB OpenCuck Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB OpenCuck 1" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with him'><</if>>

<<if $metEva is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Meeting Eva'>" "Eva First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 20 and $evaevent is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 20 - It is raining!'>" "EvaEvent 2">><<addtime>><<add "evaevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 30 and $evaevent is 2 and $evamessagepre is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 30 - She wants to talk'>" "Eva Pre-Vent 3">><<set $return to passage()>><<set $evamessagepre to 6>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $club.count("DebateProposal Discussed") is 0 and $club.hasAny("DebateProposal Accepted", "DebateProposal Denied")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Mention the debate club'>" "DebateClub Talk">><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Discussed" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Media 10") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 10">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Media 30") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 30">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 30" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 15") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Busy on her phone'>" "Insta Eva 15">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 15" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 35") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='busy on her phone'>" "Insta Eva 35">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 35" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Eva New Boobs") and $friendsevents.count("Eva New Boobs Seen") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='An interesting look'>" "Eva New Boobs">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva New Boobs Seen" 1>><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Insta Eva 55 Seen") and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 55") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about her latest post'>" "Insta Eva 55">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 55" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("EvaSub 5") is 0 and $evasub gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 5'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("EvaSub 10") is 0 and $evasub gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 10'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("EvaSub 15") is 0 and $evasub gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 15'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("EvaSub 20") is 0 and $evasub gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 20'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Eva Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Eva Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Eva Talk") is 0 and $evacharacter is "Belle">><<link "<img src='images/notification/belle.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Belle EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Eva Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Eva Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Eva EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Eva Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Hangout with Eva'>" "School">><<add "Eva" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eva Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jerome Belle Talk") and $friendsevents.count("PSB Belle Jerome Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/belle.jpg' width='75px' title='A seduction evolves'>" "PSB Belle Jerome Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Belle Jerome Talk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Eva PSB Convo") is 0 and $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<link "<img src='images/character/belle.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Eva PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Eva PSB Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Eva PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><img src='images/character/belle.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with her'><<else>><img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with her'><</if>>

<<if $metJasmin is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Meeting Jasmin' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Jasmin First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 30 and $jasminevent is 2>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 30 - She wants to talk'>" "Jasmin Event 3">><<add "jasminevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 40 and $jasminevent is 3 and $jasminmessagepre != 3 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='She wants to talk'>" "Jasmin Pre-Vent 4">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 3>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 50 and $jasminevent is 4 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 50 - Let us see if she wants to hang out'>" "Jasmin Event 5 Transition">><</link>><<elseif $liked14 is true and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin BNWO Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk About the Posts'>" "Jasmin BNWO Talk">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin BNWO Talk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $AfricaInsta is 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk About the BNWO'>" "Jasmin BNWO Real Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "AfricaInsta" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Jasmin 25 Event") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='She is looking really good!'>" "Insta Jasmin 25">><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Jasmin 25 Event" 1>><<addtime>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><</link>><<elseif $jeromejasmin.has("DrugMoney LendPromise") and $money gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Give her the money promised'>" "Jasmin Event 5 Payment">><<less "money" 50>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<drop $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney LendPromise" 2>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney Lended" 1>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin SUP Pre-Talk") is 0 and $relationship isnot "JJThrouple" and $relationship isnot "JeromeHarem" and $relationship isnot "JasminRomance">><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Mention the SUP Interview'>" "Jasmin SUP Pre-Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin SUP Pre-Talk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $class.has("SUP Jasmin Jerome") and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin SUP Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Mention the SUP Interview'>" "Jasmin SUP Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin SUP Talk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("YtWorld35") is 0 and $bbcworld lte -35>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='A passionate talk'>" "Jasmin YtWorld Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "YtWorld35" 1>><</link>><<elseif $blackonly.count("BNWO Propaganda") is 0 and $bbcworld gte 35 and $mediasavvy gte 45>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Angry at her phone'>" "Jasmin BNWO Evolution Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><</link>><<elseif $bnwopropaganda is 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Happy at her phone'>" "Jasmin BNWO Success Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Poster Argument") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='An argument near the poster'>" "Easter Poster Argument">><<pickup $club "EP Poster Argument" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Jasmin Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the HRC Posts'>" "HRC SM Jasmin Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Hangout with Jasmin'>" "School">><<add "Jasmin" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Jasmin Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin PSB Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Jasmin PSB Convo">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin PSB Convo" 1>><<set $return to "School">><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with her'><</if>>

<<if $metLeo is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Meeting Leo'>" "Leo First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $leoworkout is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Suggest Working out together' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Leoworkout">><<addtime>><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 20 and $leoevent is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 20 - Rushing to the toilet, see to it!'>" "LeoEvent2">><<addtime>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 10 and $leoevent is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - Let us Hang Out!'>" "LeoEvent1">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem1open") and visited("LeoFem1") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='He wants to talk'>" "LeoFem1">><<add "Leo" 3>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem2open") and visited("LeoFem2") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='He is wearing something different...'>" "LeoFem2">><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('Leo Talk 1') and $valentine.count('Leo Talk 2') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Valentine Party'>" "Leo Valentine Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $valentine 'Leo Talk 2' 1>><<drop $valentine 'Leo Talk 1' 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 0 and $relationship isnot "leoonly" and $leocharacter is "masculine">><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the SUP'>" "Leo SUP Pre-Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 0 and $relationship isnot "ellaonly" and $relationship isnot "evaleo" and $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "<img src='images/notification/ella.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the SUP'>" "Leo SUP Pre-Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 0 and $leocharacter is "enby">><<link "<img src='images/notification/alex.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the SUP'>" "Leo SUP Pre-Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Leo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Leo">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif visited("HRC Fem2 Leo") is 1 and $club.hasAny("Fem2 LeoFem", "Fem2 LeoMasc")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='See how he joined the protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Leo">><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><</link>><<elseif $HRCBLMInsta gte -3 and $alphabeta lte -15 and $club.count("HRCBLM3 Leo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Record HRC BLM Video'>" "LeoBLM">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRCBLM3 Leo" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Leo Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Leo Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Ella Talk") is 0 and $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "<img src='images/notification/ella.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Leo EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Ella Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Hangout with Leo'>" "School">><<add "Leo" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Leo Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Leo PSB Convo") is 0 and $leocharacter is "masculine">><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Leo PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Leo PSB Convo") is 0 and $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "<img src='images/character/ella.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Leo PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><img src='images/character/ella.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with her'><<else>><img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with him'><</if>>

<<if $metYara is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Meeting Yara'>" "Yara First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('Announced') and $valentine.count('ValentineYaraTalk') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk About the Valentine Flyers'>" "ValentineYaraTalk">><<addtime>><<pickup $valentine 'ValentineYaraTalk' 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Media 15") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 15">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 15" 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Media 40") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 40">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 40" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("Yara 55") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Another Social Media Conversation'>" "Insta Yara 55">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara 55" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 15") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='She approaches me with her phone'>" "Insta Yara 15">><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Yara 15" 1>><<add "Yara" 5>><<addtime>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 35") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='She is busy on her phone'>" "Insta Yara 35">><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Yara 35" 1>><<add "Yara" 5>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("YaraSUPTalk") is 0 and $relationship isnot "YaraHarem" and $relationship isnot "MeHarem" and $relationship isnot "yaraonly">><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the SUP'>" "Yara SUP Pre-Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "YaraSUPTalk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Yara Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Yara Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><<add "Yara" 3>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Yara Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Yara EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Yara Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Hangout with Yara'>" "School">><<add "Yara" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Yara Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Yara PSB Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Yara PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with her'><</if>>

<<if $metMya is false>><<elseif $myaevent is 0 and $Mya gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Walk and Talk'>" "Mya Event 10">><<addtime>><<add "myaevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 65 and $worship lte -20 and $friendsevents.count("SubDom 65") is 0 or $subdom lte -65 and $worship gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("SubDom 65") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Help Requested'>" "SubDom65 Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Mya" 3>><<pickup $friendsevents "SubDom 65" 1>><</link>><<elseif $worship gte 5 and $friendsevents.count("Worship5") is 0 or $worship lte -5 and $friendsevents.count("Worship5") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='The cheerleader captains'>" "Worship 5 Scene">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Worship5" 1>><</link>><<elseif $worship gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Worship25") is 0 or $worship lte -25 and $friendsevents.count("Worship25") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Public Admiration'>" "Worship 25 Scene">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Worship25" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Mya Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Mya Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has("jeromemyaend") and $valentine.count("Mya End Seen") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Valentine Endings'>" "Valentine Mya Happy End">><<addtime>><<add "Mya" 3>><<pickup $valentine "Mya End Seen" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Mya gte 60 and $myaevent is 5 and $club.has("Cheerleader")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='70px' title='A budding friendship'>" "Mya Event 6 Announcement">><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Mya Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Mya EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Mya Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Hangout with Mya'>" "School">><<add "Mya" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Mya Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Mya PSB Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Mya PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Mya PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/character/mya.jpg' width='75px' title='Nothing to do with her'><</if>>

<<if $metHenry is false>><<elseif $work.has("Gang Gone")>><<elseif $henryevent is 0 and $Henry gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk to the new guy'>" "Henry Event 10">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "henryevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $work.has("DW Thomia Visit") and $work.count("DW Henry Post Thomia") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='Consider revealing about Thomia'>" "DW Henry Post Thomia">><<pickup $work "DW Henry Post Thomia" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $bellypiercing isnot "none" and $friendsevents.count("HenryMya Belly") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='He sees the belly piercing'>" "HenryMya Belly">><<pickup $friendsevents "HenryMya Belly" 1>><<less "Henry" 1>><<add "Mya" 2>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Henry Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Henry Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $work.has("PSB DW Thomia Meeting") and $friendsevents.count("GH Henry School Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='Consider revealing about Thomia'>" "GH Henry School Convo">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "GH Henry School Convo" 1>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("EP SM Prep") and $club.count("EP Henry Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about the Easter Party'>" "Henry EP Convo">><<pickup $club "EP Henry Talk" 1>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><</link>><<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $friendsevents.count("Henry PSB Convo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/henry.jpg' width='75px' title='Talk about Spring Break'>" "Henry PSB Convo">><<set $return to "School">><<pickup $friendsevents "Henry PSB Convo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<center> <<switch random(1, 8)>> <<case 1>> <img src="images/locations/class1.jpg" width="80%"> Attending biology class, our teacher starts elaborating on skin types and their different supposed treatments. Since when did this whole thing turn into a twisted dermatology thing? Looking over to the desk near me, I can see<<light Jasmin>>comparing her skin to the man seated next to her,<<light Jerome>>. <div id="choices"><<link 'Appreciate the differences'>><<replace "#choices">>I look at their skin differences and notice how beautiful they are next to each other, enthralled in their contrast. Looking up, I can see<<light Jasmin>>looking at me, smiling in understanding. <<less "grade" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Look away'>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to avert my eyes and give them their space. What was it the professor was saying about skin cancer again?<<add "grade" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 2>> In sports class today, we are asked to increase our stamina by running laps around the field. <div id="choices"><<link 'Try to hide away from class'>><<replace "#choices">>Not particularly interested in running around in circles needlessly, I find a spot next to the bleachers away from the coach's eyes to rest for a few. Seated there, I ogle a few of my fellow students, appreciating their bodies.<<less "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Participate and push my limits'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "athletics" 1>>As I keep running round and round the field, I find my limits and push beyond them, wanting to challenge myself and improve my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a few students hiding behind the bleachers, watching us. I'm sure I'm a sight to see.<</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 3>> In entering gymnastics class today, I am brought face to face with my personal worst enemy: stretching. My body is not meant to bend in these ways, I swear! <div id="choices"><<if $athletics >= 5>><<link 'I need a little push'>><<add "looks" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting effort into getting better at stretching, I bend and twist and improve my flexibility. Thank god I am a bit athletic! Though it does feel like I am being watched... <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link 'I will need to push my limits'>><<add "athletics" 1>><<add "looks" 1>><<replace"#choices">>At great personal strain and cost, I push myself to the limit to reach the perfect body I seek. It pains me at times, but I am confident that I have improved my flexibility. I can't help but feel watched somehow... <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<case 4>> Music class has not always been the most interesting one. However, as the teacher is sick and their replacement is there teaching the class, their approach to the subject is very interesting. Apparently, if you smile while singing, your voice automatically becomes better... Wouldn't hurt to try would it? <div id="choices"><<link 'Try smiling in song'>><<replace "#choices">>As I follow along the class and fake a smile, I immediately notice that my singing is improving. I genuinely smile as I notice that this simple gesture aids in my voice and the way I sound. <<add "looks" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'This is silly'>><<replace "#choices">>Seriously? They decided to bring in someone else to teach music? Is this what my parents are paying for my education on? I don't follow along the class, refusing the sing when prompted to. Whatever, I will get the chance to get the grade back when the actual teacher comes along.<<less "grade" 2>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 5>> Literature class has not always been my favorite. So when class started on this glorious day, I wasn't way too keen to listen to how a certain author revolutionized the whole genre or whatever. <<light Eva>>on the other hand, was enthralled by the lecture, and I couldn't stop myself from mocking her somehow. <div id="choices"><<link "write her a joke poem">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. The only person listening to class, my dear, is you." After I slip the note over to my friend, she picks it up and reads it. Hiding her laugh under a fake cough, she turns to look at me with a smile in her eyes. Looking around, she notices that my poem is truthful as she's the only one not playing around.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "write her a naughty poem">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. Clothes are shed, lingerie too, Legs are spread, beautiful view On the bed, Me and you." As I pass her the note, I can't help but feel that this might've been too explicit. I dare not look at her as I hear her audibly gasp at the words I wrote her, but force myself to steal a glance. The reddened face I see tells me all I need to know: I successfully flustered my friend. I doubt she'll be able to continue class after this. She doesn't seem to mind the joke though, as she steals a glance of her own at me and puts out her tongue. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "make a farting noise and blame it on her">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I put my hands to my mouth as I prepare myself for the epic prank I'm about to pull off. "Prrrrrtt" the sound fills the room as I immediately put my hands away, and turn to look at<<light Eva>>. Everyone, turning towards me and seeing my directed attention, looks at my friend as well. She is blushing profusely. <<s Eva>>I didn't.. It wasn't..<</s>> Unable to mount a proper defense, she resigns herself to silence as she gives me death glares. Maybe the joke was one step too far...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 6 7 8>> I attend class as usual. It is getting pretty boring but beggars can't be choosers I guess... <div id="choices"><<link 'Concentrate <img src="images/icons/smarts.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "grade" 1>> I concentrate on class and listen as the professor gives their meaningless course.<</replace>><</link>><<link 'Daydream <img src="images/icons/corruption.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<less "grade" 1>> As I start thinking about other things unrelated to what is being taught in class, I notice that time has passed without me being able to concentrate on anything that has been said. At least my imagination was fun.<<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<default>> I attend class. It is boring. <</switch>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>></center> Developer's note: You are seeing this scene because you made the choice to toggle some content off.

<center> <<switch random(1, 8)>> <<case 1>> <img src="images/locations/class1.jpg" width="80%"> Attending biology class, our teacher starts elaborating on skin types and their different supposed treatments. Since when did this whole thing turn into a twisted dermatology thing? Looking over to the desk near me, I can see <<light Jasmin>> comparing her skin to the man seated next to her, <<light Jerome>>. <div id="choices"><<link 'Appreciate the differences'>><<replace "#choices">>I look at their skin differences and notice how beautiful they are next to each other, enthralled in their contrast. Looking up, I can see <<light Jasmin>> looking at me, smiling in understanding. <<less "grade" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Look away'>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to avert my eyes and give them their space. What was it the professor was saying about skin cancer again?<<add "grade" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 2>> In sports class today, we are asked to increase our stamina by running laps around the field. <div id="choices"><<link 'Try to hide away from class'>><<replace "#choices">>Not particularly interested in running around in circles needlessly, I find a spot next to the bleachers away from the coach's eyes to rest for a few. Seated there, I ogle a few of my fellow students, appreciating their bodies.<<less "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Participate and push my limits'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "athletics" 1>>As I keep running round and round the field, I find my limits and push beyond them, wanting to challenge myself and improve my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a few students hiding behind the bleachers, watching us. I'm sure I'm a sight to see.<</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 3>> In entering gymnastics class today, I am brought face to face with my personal worst enemy: stretching. My body is not meant to bend in these ways, I swear! <div id="choices"><<if $athletics gte 5>><<link 'I need a little push'>><<add "looks" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting effort into getting better at stretching, I bend and twist and improve my flexibility. Thank god I am a bit athletic! Though it does feel like I am being watched... <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link 'I will need to push my limits'>><<add "athletics" 1>><<add "looks" 1>><<replace "#choices">>At great personal strain and cost, I push myself to the limit to reach the perfect body I seek. It pains me at times, but I am confident that I have improved my flexibility. I can't help but feel watched somehow... <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<case 4>> Music class has not always been the most interesting one. However, as the teacher is sick and their replacement is there teaching the class, their approach to the subject is very interesting. Apparently, if you smile while singing, your voice automatically becomes better... Wouldn't hurt to try would it? <div id="choices"><<link 'Try smiling in song'>><<replace "#choices">>As I follow along the class and fake a smile, I immediately notice that my singing is improving. I genuinely smile as I notice that this simple gesture aids in my voice and the way I sound. <<add "looks" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'This is silly'>><<replace "#choices">>Seriously? They decided to bring in someone else to teach music? Is this what my parents are paying for my education on? I don't follow along the class, refusing the sing when prompted to. Whatever, I will get the chance to get the grade back when the actual teacher comes along.<<less "grade" 2>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 5>> Literature class has not always been my favorite. So when class started on this glorious day, I wasn't way too keen to listen to how a certain author revolutionized the whole genre or whatever. <<light Eva>>on the other hand, was enthralled by the lecture, and I couldn't stop myself from mocking her somehow. <div id="choices"><<link "write her a joke poem">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. The only person listening to class, my dear, is you." After I slip the note over to my friend, she picks it up and reads it. Hiding her laugh under a fake cough, she turns to look at me with a smile in her eyes. Looking around, she notices that my poem is truthful as she's the only one not playing around.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "write her a naughty poem">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. Clothes are shed, lingerie too, Legs are spread, beautiful view On the bed, Me and you." As I pass her the note, I can't help but feel that this might've been too explicit. I dare not look at her as I hear her audibly gasp at the words I wrote her, but force myself to steal a glance. The reddened face I see tells me all I need to know: I successfully flustered my friend. I doubt she'll be able to continue class after this. She doesn't seem to mind the joke though, as she steals a glance of her own at me and puts out her tongue. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "make a farting noise and blame it on her">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I put my hands to my mouth as I prepare myself for the epic prank I'm about to pull off. "Prrrrrtt" the sound fills the room as I immediately put my hands away, and turn to look at<<light Eva>>. Everyone, turning towards me and seeing my directed attention, looks at my friend as well. She is blushing profusely. <<s Eva>>I didn't.. It wasn't..<</s>> Unable to mount a proper defense, she resigns herself to silence as she gives me death glares. Maybe the joke was one step too far...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 6 7 8>> I attend class as usual. It is getting pretty boring but beggars can't be choosers I guess... <div id="choices"><<link 'Concentrate <img src="images/icons/smarts.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "grade" 1>> I concentrate on class and listen as the professor gives their meaningless course.<</replace>><</link>><<link 'Daydream <img src="images/icons/corruption.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<less "grade" 1>> As I start thinking about other things unrelated to what is being taught in class, I notice that time has passed without me being able to concentrate on anything that has been said. At least my imagination was fun.<<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<default>> I attend class. It is boring. <</switch>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>></center> PS: You have seen all written classes and are now floating across randomly generated repeatable classes. The way forward is through corruption or discovering more aspects of the school and new classes.

''School Rumor Pool'' <<s Jerome>>Angela's on top!<</s>> <<s Author>><<print $name>>? Who's that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yara's the biggest closet dyke!<</s>> <<if $thoughts.count("Rumor Fame 1") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "School">><<pickup $thoughts "Rumor Fame 1" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Fame 1").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $thoughts.count("Rumor Fame 2") is 0 and $reputation gte 25>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Reputation 25">><<pickup $thoughts "Rumor Fame 2" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Reputation 25").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $thoughts.count("Rumor Fame 3") is 0 and $reputation gte 50>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Reputation 50">><<pickup $thoughts "Rumor Fame 3" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Reputation 50").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $thoughts.count("Valentine Hookup") is 0 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Valentine Angela Faceoff">><<pickup $thoughts "Valentine Hookup" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Valentine Hookup").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $thoughts.count("Eric Bigger Boobs") is 0 and $relationship is "EricExlusive" or $thoughts.count("Eric Bigger Boobs") is 0 and $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $thoughts.count("Eric Bigger Boobs") is 0 and $thoughts.has("Open Relationship")>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Eric Bigger Boobs">><<pickup $thoughts "Eric Bigger Boobs" 1>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $club.count("CheerTips") is 0 and $club.has("CheerWeek")>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "CheerTips Story">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Cheer Tip").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $myaevent gte 3 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Mya Fucked") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Mya Event 35">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Mya Fucked" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Mya Fucked").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $worship gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Mya Worship") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Mya Worship">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Mya Worship" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Mya Worship").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $worship lte -50 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Mya Anti-Worship") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Mya Anti-Worship">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Mya Anti-Worship" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Mya Anti-Worship").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $Henry gte 45 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Henry Creep") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Henry Event 45">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Henry Creep" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Henry Creep").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("outfit-open85") and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Open 85") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Cloth Open 85">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Open 85" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Open 85").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $bisex gte 50 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Bisex 50") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Bisex 50 Thoughts">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Bisex 50" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Bisex 50").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $bisex gte 75 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Bisex 75") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Bisex 75 Thoughts">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Bisex 75" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Bisex 75").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $open gte 115 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Open 115") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Open 115 Thoughts">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Open 115" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Open 115").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $yarabbc is 0 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Yara Lesbian") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Yara Lesbo">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Yara Lesbian" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Yara Lesbo").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $yarabbc gte 5 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Yara Bisex") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Yara Bisex">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Yara Bisex" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Yara Bisex").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $yarabbc gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Yara Straight") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Yara Straight">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Yara Straight" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Yara Straight").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $evasub gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Eva Sub") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Eva Sub">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Eva Sub" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Eva Sub").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $evasmarts lte -20 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Eva Dumb") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Eva Dumb">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Eva Dumb" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Eva Dumb").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $cuck gte 50 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Eric Cuck") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Eric Cuck">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Eric Cuck" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Eric Cuck").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $alphabeta gte 50 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Leo Masc") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Leo Masc">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Leo Masc" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Leo Masc").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $alphabeta lte -50 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Leo Fem") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Leo Fem">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Leo Fem" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Leo Fem").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $alphabeta lte -25 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Julio Interest") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Julio Interest">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Julio Interest" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Julio Interest").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $alphabeta gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Julio Interest") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Thoughts Julio Interest">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Julio Interest" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Julio Interest").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $subdom gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor SubDom 40") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Dom Confession 40">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor SubDom 40" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Dom 40").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $subdom lte -40 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor SubDom 40") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Sub Rumor 40">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor SubDom 40" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Sub 40").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $athletics gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Athletics 15") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Athletics 15 Thoughts">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Athletics 15" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Athletics 15").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $athletics gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Athletics 55") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Athletics 55" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Athletics 55").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><<elseif $athletics gte 75 and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Athletics 75") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Athletics 75 Thoughts">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Athletics 75" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Athletics 75").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>><<if $piercings.has("nipples") and $friendsevents.count("Rumor Nipples Piercing") is 0>><a data-nokeys="true"><<link "<img src='images/icons/stickynote-bg.png' width='30px' style='box-shadow: 0px 0px 18px 4px hotpink'>" "Nipples Piercing Thoughts">><<pickup $friendsevents "Rumor Nipples Piercing" 1>><<add "arousal" 70>><<add "reputation" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "rumor"); $("#ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Rumor Nipples Piercing").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></a><</if>>

Eat this for my respect! <div id='choices'><<link "Eat it">><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I place the note in my mouth, I hear snickers behind me. If anything, I lose respect.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Put it back">><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I'm smarter than this. As I put it back, I can see someone nodding at me. I did well.<</replace>><</link>></div>

Crazy Valentine! I saw <<print $name>> end the night with a naughty special someone, and you'll never guess who! At least she's getting some, amirite?

Our head cheerleader Angela came into my house only to fuck my brother and then leave. She's the biggest slut ever!

Mya's playing up the cheerleader part entirely. The boys love her. Ever wonder why she's been walking weird?

The new guy gives me the creeps. Anyone else feel like he's 80 years old sometimes?

<<light Eva>>'s regression needs to be studied Though clearly, she's not one to "study" much anymore!

The paper in my hand was a clear statement related to my friend. My input, my influence, was clear and complete. <<light Eva>> had lost all will to study or even read anymore. This note itself had gathered dust here, as I looked at it with an odd sense of interest. My actions have made a stupid bimbo from my friend, and I was sure that this would come to a head soon enough. She was bound to completely let go, and despite conflicting emotions, I was looking forward to it. Whether it was dread growing in me or jealousy, only time would tell me the exact emotions I felt at this moment. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<light Eva>> is so submissive, she'll kiss your feet to avoid confrontation. Try it, you won't be disappointed!

She'd already served me a few times. Though now the fact that she'd submit to anyone was starting to get quite worrying for me. I may have pushed her too far down this line, but I was certain that this was only for her benefit. After all, I'd helped my friend embrace her true colors, and with me being around I was sure to reap the benefits of that transition. <<light Eva>> approached, almost out of nowhere. <<s Eva>>Hey...<</s>> I was surprised by her appearance, jumping back, rumor note still in hand. <<s Eva>>Sorry, sorry!<</s>> She apologized, true to newfound character, <<s Eva>>I didn't mean to scare you.<</s>> She was weak, submissive. The note didn't lie. <<s Eva>>What's that rumor in your hand?<</s>> Dare I use the findings of the rumor to my advantage? <div id='choices'><<link "Prove the rumor true">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>This one says you're such a submissive that you'd kiss someone's feet to avoid confrontation.<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>Wait...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's about you,<</s>> I clarified, <<s Author>>Whose feet did you kiss?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No one's, I...<</s>> She was far too hesitant. <<s Author>>But that does sound like you, doesn't it? You're submissive like that.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I... I guess I am.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>You're blushing too much.<</s>> <<s Eva>>This is embarrassing.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Only one way to end this argument.<</s>> I teased her, showing her the rumor once more. I did not expect it, the sight of her doing exactly what the rumor promised something that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me. She looked beautiful in submission. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It's nothing.">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's nothing, don't worry about it.<</s>> I scrunched up the paper in my hand, vowing to throw it away later. If my friend was submissive, that was her business. No point in having people abuse that fact! <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Biggest dyke at school? <<light Yara>>. She's definitely in need of a man to show her what fucking truly is!

<<light Yara>> was indeed the biggest dyke I've seen. And while she'd never been with a woman, as far as I knew, she played the part to perfection. Being around her probably also implied things about me, so I wasn't quite all the way certain of our friendship. Though for now, I was yet to be the subject of a similar rumor, so I guess people still understood we were just friends. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

Anyone else feel like <<light Yara>> must have at least sucked a cock recently? She's been looking at dudes pretty differently...

<<light Yara>> being the subject of such a rumor was a funny sight. After all, I knew my friend quite well, and I would have known if a cock was ever close to her attention, let alone her lips. Though a part of me did entertain the idea that she might have a toy to practice on at home<<if $play gte 30>> like me<</if>>... And maybe a bigger part of me would have been interested in seeing what she'd get up to with a real cock. After all, I'd been trying to help her be more accepting for a reason, right? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

It's amazing what a year of discovery can do to a frigid lesbian. <<light Yara>> has definitely met her match with a thick one!

I had to admit it, the rumor was well on point. <<light Yara>> had been showing more acceptance, more open behavior, and it's been a different look on her. Whether good or bad was up to the person, but for me, it was clear that my friend was nothing like the "frigid dyke" that existed earlier this year. Though her impaled on a thick cock was a nice thing to imagine, and a real thing to hopefully look forward to. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

Everyone sees it, right? <<light Eric>> is head over heels for <<print $name>>, who offers him nothing in return. She's not into you, cuckboy!

<<if visited() is 1>><<s Samuel>>You know... They're kind of right.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> had approached me as I looked at the rumor in hand. <<s Samuel>>But I have a feeling you were already aware of his attraction to you, aren't you?<</s>> I looked back at the paper in hand, before my eyes moved to the attractive man asking me his question. <<s Author>>Cultivating someone's interest in me took time. It took effort.<</s>> I admitted to him. The black man chuckled at that, before he turned a bit more serious with a frown. <<s Samuel>>In that case... Would you be willing to talk a bit more about this... Relationship you two have going on?<</s>> He asked. A part of me was interested in what he'd have to say, intrigued. <div id='choices'><<link "Let's talk" "Thoughts Eric Cuck">><<add "Samuel" 1>><</link>> <<link "I think having that conversation will complicate things a lot. Better not.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't know Samuel...<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Things with Eric are not what they seem. It's not a "relationship".<</s>> I could see in him a sort of realiation, then a composed approach that was quite interesting to see. <<s Samuel>>I see I was misguided. That's all good, wish you luck with it then!<</s>> He said. I saw him walk away, and with him whatever proposal he may have had in mind for the kind of relationship I was building with the "cuck". <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<s Samuel>>Exactly. It is my firm belief that he wanted to be led on, and that's why you were able to.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> was talking openly about <<light Eric>>'s clear cuck nature. Or submissive. Or SIMP. <<s Author>>So you're saying there is no merit to me.<</s>> I said then. <<s Samuel>>If I wanted to resort to cheap tricks to make you want to be with me to prove me wrong, I'd say yes.<</s>> He said, an honesty that was odd to see when two people were flirting with one another. Because at the end of the day, with him and I, that was indeed what we were doing, wasn't it? <<s Author>>What are you saying then, about me?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I'm saying you were smart enough to manipulate a lesser man. But the same would not apply to someone better.<</s>> <<s Author>>Someone better, like you?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yes.<</s>> He said, smiling. <<s Author>>That's a cheap trick to have me want to be with you to prove you wrong.<</s>> I used his own words to describe his behavior. His smile grew even further. <<s Author>>That's not your play though.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>There's something uniquely interesting to you about this. About the two of us.<</s>> He kept that smiling facade, but there was more to him. A calculation, a study of the situation and a decision over where things would be taken next. <<s Samuel>>Something about it is attractive. About you putting a man in his place, and me being with you.<</s>> He said, <<s Samuel>>Being better than him, not because of genes like others would like to claim, or because of my familial situation and upbringing... But just because I am, because I'm aware of the games being played, and a willing person engaging in them.<</s>> His mention about genes - and race in a wider context - was not a throwaway line. It was a clear alludance towards <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>>'s direct approach to the topic. Towards their racial profiling and particular notions. He saw himself as more than that, and it was quite clear that it carried with it a clearer sense of self. Though now, he wanted to tie his status to mine, above that of <<light Eric>>'s. And maybe he did deserve it, the openness with which he was approaching the subject a clear sign of his courage and awareness. <div id='choices'><<link "This better man dynamic is kind of attractive">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>This "better man" dynamic is kind of attractive to me.<</s>> I admitted to him, <<s Author>>And having an ally in that morphing of character, in that continued relationship dynamic... Would be kind of hot.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>An ally?<</s>> <<s Author>>A partner.<</s>> I clarified. Yes, having a partner help me cuck <<light Eric>> and improve his submissive position towards us would be quite the beneficial element, quite the attractive relationship dynamic. Unqiue, special, growing... <<s Samuel>>I'm sure you'll know how to make it happen.<</s>> The attractive black man trusted me, and that empowerment made me appreciate him even more. Made me want to be with him in front of the "lesser" <<light Eric>> even more. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better man doesn't cut it for me. I'm on top for a reason.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>These "better man" things don't matter to me, Samuel.<</s>> I said to him, <<s Author>>Regardless of how conventionally attractive they are.<</s>> He smirked, realizing that even that was not enough to have me play along with his game. <<s Samuel>>I like the challenge even more than I like the conquest.<</s>> <<s Author>>So that doesn't stop you, does it?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Quite the contrary. A real man doesn't fold at the smallest obstacle.<</s>> He said, <<s Samuel>>So long as, of course, the challenge to get you is still open.<</s>> It wasn't that he was forcing himself onto me. No, it was that he was welcoming the challenge as it was. He was welcoming the conquest he saw because of it being unusual. <<s Author>>I'd like to see you struggle as your notions unravel around you.<</s>> I said to him. I could see a spark of interest continue to light the man's eyes, his attention now entirely on me in his conquest. He'd do it all to prove himself, and in doing so improve his own standing as a man. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Intellectualizing your attraction to me is a turn off">><<less "Samuel" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If I'm being honest, Samuel, intellectualizing your attraction to me is such a huge turn off.<</s>> I said to him, and for once I saw his smiling facade break, true confusion appearing on his face. <<s Samuel>>I thought you liked this kind of conversation. This kind of challenge.<</s>> <<s Author>>Eric thinks lots of things too.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But it's quite simple for me. I'm not easy to get. And I'm not a means to an end.<</s>> He remained stunned at that, realizing that the game he wanted to play was not mine. Mine was to keep my distance from people like him and <<light Eric>> that looked to claim some sort of odd ownership over me. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<light Leo>> should just come out as trans and start wearing dresses at this point. Everyone can see your panties, and they're hot, sissy!

<<s Leo>>What's that one about?<</s>> Unfortunately for me, or maybe fortunately it was me being asked, <<light Leo>> had approached just as I'd picked the rumor I'd found put up. He looked pretty attractive with his new tight pants, and a part of me couldn't stop myself frown watching his beautiful feminine frame. <<s Author>>Oh this one?<</s>> It was still in my hand. <<s Leo>>Yeah... Hold on is it about me?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Show him the rumor">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Here you are.<</s>> I handed over the paper to him, as he read it out. <<s Leo>>I... I do look good in a dress.<</s>> He said, almost too low to be perceived. <<s Author>>Yeah.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You've mentioned my panties to me before too.<</s>> <<s Author>>I have.<</s>> I was reminded of that growing moment for my friend, <<s Author>>Nothing new in that rumor.<</s>> He seemed thoughtful. <<s Leo>>At least some things.<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "Concentrate on the sissy part">><<add "sissyafinity" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Yeah, you would make a nice sissy.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>What's a sissy?<</s>> Him not knowing the term felt like a travesty at this point. <<s Author>>It's complicated, but basically... A feminine person that has let go of all their masculinity and embraces the humiliation of being a "lesser" woman.<</s>> He seemed thoughtful at that. <<s Leo>>Women are not lesser.<</s>> He wanted to claim. <<s Author>>No, but in that case, you being feminine makes you lesser, because it's humiliating for you.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You've struggled with it for a while before you've reached that point.<</s>> He blushed at it. <<s Leo>>People knowing about my panties does make me feel vulnerable.<</s>> <<s Author>>So you sort of get the feeling.<</s>> I was happy to see his comprehension of the situation. <<s Leo>>I... Sissy is a strong term.<</s>> //But it was becoming more adequate by the day.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Admit he might be trans">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Yeah, you've embraced femininity so entirely and beautifully... You really might be entirely trans.<</s>> I claimed to him, excited for the growth in character he was exhibiting. He seemed thoughtful at that, and remained to be so as he walked away, the note in hand. My friend was soon to come out, I was sure of it. And I'd be there for her when she does. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not. Lie and say it's about me.">><<less "Leo" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't think it's a nice idea for you to see it.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Author>>It's about me.<</s>> <<light Leo>> was an insightful person, more aware than he usually let on. <<s Leo>>Alright... As you wish.<</s>> He said, not quite trusting my claim. It felt bad lying to him, but it was for his own good, right? Rumors are no fun after all. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

I don't know about you, but something about <<light Leo>> is kind of attractive... He's really been hitting the gym recently; I wanna make him my man.

<<light Leo>> receiving new and added attention over his masculinity was a nice development for the social butterfly. Who was once a person on the sidelines of conversations was now officially a person of interest to this random person writing about him for the rumor pool. Though a part of me felt a tinge of jealousy over that statement, as I'd been the main driver behind his newfound and grown masculinity. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<light Mya>> has a pet around school, and she definitely knows it. <<print $name>>... have you gotten your leash yet?

My leash... If <<light Mya>> was to buy me one... I'd probably wear it, right? It wasn't about submissiveness. It was about worship. About appreciating the absolute beauty that is that woman, the raw charima she held. I was truly head over heels for her, truly in awe of her greatness, and I wasn't going to let that go. I wasn't going to weaken in the face of whatever humiliation that would bring. I was proud of that statement. <<light Mya>> had a pet, and that pet would follow her mistress to the edges of the school and its convoluted politics. I didn't care about people knowing it anymore. The "rumor" stayed up after I passed in front of the board, for a few more hours still. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<light Mya>> is so whipped, she's taking us back to slavery days. I'm sure <<print $name>> dommes her behind closed doors.

That was a humorous rumor, yet one that also spoke a certain level of truth. Whether it was one of the people who'd witnessed our private play sessions or joined us for them, or a random bystander that was merely musing over our hidden dynamics, the person who'd written that rumor was right on point. <<light Mya>> had all but worshipped at my feet in front of the whole school, and I knew that she'd fit the part well, with everything that had transpired between us so far. It was quite the feeling, knowing that I had such an intense hold over someone. To know that people saw it, and that it lowered her social status in order to raise mine. And it was particularly thrilling with the racial theories that <<light Mya>> held in her interactions with people, with the harmful narrative she'd created for herself across her living, which was now morphing to undermine her even further. The higher she'd placed herself before meeting me, the further she was now falling in her obediance to the woman she now saw and accepted as superior. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

Have you tried talking to <<print $name>> lately? She doesn't even look you in the eye!

Not a rumor, a confession: I want <<print $name>> to be my mommy.

Has anyone seen <<print $name>>'s ass? She's so skinny one would mistake for for a stick!

Muscles are hot, even - or especially - when sexy women have them! <center>^ | |</center> <<s Yara>>This dude is gay.<</s>>

Is it just me or do we have a lot of very attractive athletic women lately? Awooga!! <<s Jerome>>Has anyone checked out old nerd <<print $name>>'s ass? She been pumping!<</s>>

Blue is the best color. I said what I said.

There is no doubt about it. <<print $name>> is a full on lesbian.

Confession time. As a religious woman, <<print $name>> is really messing with my faith. Why does she have to be so attractive?

I've been hearing a lot more about <<print $name>> lately from people I never knew were her friends. Seems like she's been going around.

Something about that particular rumor did not sit well with me. The way it was phrased, the way there was a sense of condescending presence in it... I didn't like how it made me feel. The passive aggressiveness to it was pretty uncalled for. The paper laid in my hand, as if taunting me. <div id='choices'><<link "Haters gonna hate. Put the rumor back.">><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//I wasn't going to stoop to their level.// I thought to myself as I put the rumor back in its place, allowing it to exist as just that: a rumor. A part of me further felt like this kind of hate was just proof that I was doing something right. I was stirring some pots, that mean I was serving up something worthy of attention. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Scrunch the paper. Fuck 'em.">><<less "reputation" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Fucking assholes.<</s>> I let my anger get the better of me for a moment, scrunching up the paper in my hand as I looked at whatever other rumor might be similar to that one. I could feel eyes on me, yet when I turned there was no one to catch my attention. This felt wrong. This attention, these negative vibes... Something about them was deeply unsettling, beyond what I'm used to. //Is that what it means to be under the public eye? Maybe I wasn't suited for it after all...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Can we all agree that <<print $name>> is the most popular girl in our school? Everyone knows who she is, and knows her in a good light!

More eyes on me. More attention to my beauty, to my success. More momentum moving forward in the year, and closer to the final goal. I was going to be victorious in my quest. //Give me my crown already, why don't you?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

Does anyone know what way <<light Julio>> swings? He's such a mysterious person!

<<s Julio>>Twas about time someone talked about it.<</s>> <<light Julio>> had approached me as I looked at the statement made about him. <<s Author>>I'm sorry about that.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Oh don't be, darling. The rumor mill will do what it wants to do.<</s>> He was oddly relaxed about it. <<s Author>>You're not bothered?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Why should I care what people think?<</s>> He asked, a legitimate question, <<s Julio>>I like who I like, and I fuck who I want.<</s>> <<s Author>>I see.<</s>> <<s Julio>>But yeah I'm definitely more into men.<</s>> Something about it didn't track to me. <div id='choices'><<link "What was that about the first project with Leo then?">><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What was that about the first project with Leo then?<</s>> I asked him, <<s Author>>About trying to feminize him and make him wear those garbs?<</s>> He smiled at my question. <<s Julio>>I was waiting for you to ask that question.<</s>> He admitted. <<s Julio>>But I guess it was a way for me to realize that there was something about him that I was attracted to, and I was trying to push him towards femininity to excuse me being attracted to him under a heteronormative context.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm confused.<</s>> <<light Julio>> wanted to be understood, he took things slow. <<s Julio>>I thought I was broken. That there was some sort of way that I could be straight without having to be with a man. I thought that if I got along with a feminine enough man, I'd be spared the teasing that gay people would have. I'd have respect among my friends.<</s>> He said, <<s Julio>>It's different for us... It's just different.<</s>> I didn't know if he was referring to him being queer or him being black in that moment. The hesitation in his tone simply made me understand that there were far too many layers in this to uncover in a singular conversation. <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "If it's any consolation, Leo is more masculine than ever">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Well if it's any consolation, Leo is more masculine than ever.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yeah no thanks to me!<</s>> The man proclaimed. <<s Author>>Come on, it's not like he'll care about it. If anything, him going the opposite way and you still showing your attention means more now.<</s>> He seemed thoughtful. <<s Julio>>So in a sense, me failing in something that I was not meant to do ended up helping me in the long run.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's a win for you here.<</s>> He had a beautiful smile, I realized, as the rumor turned into a heartfelt conversation through this. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Unfortunately you started Leo's journey into femininity, where he's thriving.">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Unfortunately you started Leo's journey into femininity, where he's thriving.<</s>> I claimed to him. <<s Julio>>Oh I know. The more he's feminine, the happier he (or she?) seems to be, the more conflicted I get. I'm losing my attraction but winning the sight of a person finally being free.<</s>> It was a really beautiful sentiment that the man shared with me, as I realized the layers of emotions that he held for my friend, an odd sense of understanding rising through us thanks to a weird rumor. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "I know a thing or two about negotiating your sexual preferences.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>If I'm being honest, Julio... I know a thing or two about negotiating your sexual preferences to make you fit better in with your society or friends or whatnot.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But you've been one of those people that just knows what they want and follows that direction, an inspiration really.<</s>> <<s Julio>>You're just saying that.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh? Since when are you not the confident Julio I know? And since when am I a liar?<</s>> <<light Julio>> didn't answer, a part of him knowing I spoke truth. He remained thoughtful, the rumor having become a chance to connect with someone else, the gossip an opportunity to clarify his sentiments. I hoped he'd carry that feeling with him for a while still. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Offer a half-assed consolation. This has taken too long.">><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure you'll know exactly what to do.<</s>> I said to him, wanting to move on from this conversation. <<s Julio>>Thanks.<</s>> He understood the energy, and adapted to it. I looked to what I was to do next, that rumor now stored away in the things that simply happen at this school. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it slide">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to ask more questions than I was given. The man was gay and that was it. <<s Author>>Courage to you then.<</s>> <<s Julio>>People's sexual orientation shouldn't be a big deal. Neither should it have to be a reason for gossip.<</s>> He did make a point. My own fluidity had been questioned a few times already these past few weeks, and I could feel it get a bit invasive. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Something about an exposed belly is far too hot for me. Especially if they're decorated!

As I looked at the rumor, I couldn't help but connect it to the way I'd been dressing up lately. To the way I was exposing more of my skin, to how I'd been enjoying people's stares at me. I'd been flashing, I'd been playing, and I'd been experiencing these waves of emotions in ways I haven't before. Maybe embracing this was the right way to go after all... And this "rumor", which was more of a confession really, was maybe also a guide on how I could take things further from here... I'd been flirting with the thought for a while now after all... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

The day has finally come. <<print $name>> has her nipples pierced! Hot Damn!

People had noticed, and it thrilled me so much to see that they had. I had gone far, and it was showing. And it probably was showing because I've been less anal about wearing any bra. //Free the nipples!// But also pierce them, cage them and give them a little something that will let people enjoy them more. Free them, but make them more sensitive, helping them feel all the more present. I was well aware of my nipples now, just like a lot more people were. And it was HOT! And I could feel that heat rise through me even more. I could feel myself be lost to it... Because it was absolutely fucking hot... <<link "Rush home and masturbate" "Masturbation">><</link>> <<link "Keep hanging out here despite the horniness" "School">><</link>>

<<print $name>> sure could use a better "conversation", if you know what I mean! (.)(.)

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>The day has come. This is it. Your call for the cheer team is now a reality.<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s announcement came as a bit of a shock to me, as she approached me at the start of today's session. <<s Author>>What are you saying?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Yara>>I mean that after last week's event and the cheerleading squad needing a new member, and with how we've been showing off your athleticism, well...<</s>> <<s Angela>>We need you.<</s>> I was approached by my perceived rival, <<light Angela>>, as <<light Yara>> turned me around. A few steps behind her, <<light Mya>> was watching along with a smile. <<s Author>>You need me?<</s>> I acted stupid, I needed to hear it fully. <<s Angela>>You need to apply for the cheer squad. I already cleared it off with your coach and everything, and Mya's also on board... Just... Come.<</s>> I looked back, <<light Yara>> and the coach were smiling. <<s Author>>I guess I'm in.<</s>> I said as non-challantly as I could, not wanting to show just how much this meant to me. <div id='choices'><<link "Take a second to say goodbye to the team">><<add "Yara" 3>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Just give me a sec.<</s>> I said as I turned back to the track team. <<s Angela>>Make it quick,<</s>> <<light Angela>> scoffed, walking back towards her squad. <<s Yara>>I'm so excited for you! It worked!<</s>> Came my friend's comment, eager, and unaware of the intensity of the moment my rival and I shared. <<s professor>>It's a shame.<</s>> Coach said, <<s professor>>You were getting much better. Close enough to breaking the minimum requirements to compete.<</s>> I laughed, thanking her for the support, ready for the next step of the journey. I had the track team on my side for the Prom Queen title. As I turned to head towards the other group, <<light Yara>> moved a bit closer to me. <<s Yara>>I love you, <<print $name>>, but watch out for Angela. You're worth the attention, but I'm sure she only did this to have more control over you. Over what's happening around you.<</s>> I smiled at my friend. <<s Author>>I'll handle her, just like I handled your workouts.<</s>> There was joy in my friend's eyes, but there was also hesitation. She cared, and it showed. I was flattered. <<link "Join the cheer squad" "Cheer Transition">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Go on with Angela, my plan worked!">><<less "Yara" 2>><<add "Mya" 2>><<add "Angela" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well let's go then!<</s>> She moved in a bit closer, her voice going down into a whisper: <<s Angela>>It's not because you're anything special. Anyone can get this position. It's just that you've been growing famous, and I need to keep an eye on you.<</s>> She challenged me with her stare, making it clear that a lot worse was waiting for me. It seems like my activity has been gathering attention as of late if it's waranted an approach from the queen bee herself... <<link "Join the cheer squad" "Cheer Transition">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<pickup $club "CheerWeek" 1>><<set $cheertryouts to false>> <<s Angela>>Welcome, potential recruits!<</s>> The head cheerleader was quick to take control. <<light Angela>>, true to fashion, was looking down at us as she spoke, as if she was owed attention and respect by simple virtue of her dancing and sluttitude. //That's slut attitude, a new word I came up with. She would never be able to come up with something like that.// <<s Angela>>I've - I mean we've come up with a very good test to see who here has the abilities needed to join our squad.<</s>> She announced as <<light Mya>> stood alongside her, ever the confident person she was. <<s Angela>>All you'll need to do is fulfill our requirements and perform the dance we're about to show you during the tryouts next week, and the spot is yours. The girl who performs the best among you will be the only one admitted in our ranks.<</s>> A competition then... We'll be dancing for their viewing pleasure, and be judged for it. Why did this feel like a ploy just to make fun of us? <<s Angela>>You'll have to be quite athletic to pull off the dance we require of you, and will have to put in the work to remember all the moves that our dance includes.<</s>> This was quite straightforward. <<s Angela>>It would help you to ask my fellow cheerleaders about tips to follow to make sure you have what it takes to perform that particular dance, but that's entirely up to you. After all, us cheerleaders are one family, and our union is what brings us higher. Literally.<</s>> I guess I now had a clear view of what was expected of me for <<dark "next Thursday" "Athletics above 35, memorize the moves, reach out to cheerleaders for tips">>... The question was what I'd use the rest of today's session on... <<if $Mya gte 42>><<light Mya>> was smiling wide at me, excited to have me there. And a part of me wanted to directly head towards her for a conversation.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "Observe Angela and try to find her weaknesses. I need it to become prom queen.">><<add "smarts" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-alina1.jpg">>In observing the queen bee and her interactions with her friends, I started noticing an intriguing pattern: Not everyone liked her as much as they'd showed her! Smiling to her and then their faces turning into a frown, aside from her closest friends, the cheerleaders at most accepted her presence. It was an interesting realization to make, and one that I hoped I'd be able to use to my advantage when the time came to make my moves. <<s Angela>>See you all next week ladies!<</s>> The self-proclaimed queen said as she ended the training session. <<if $Mya gte 40 and $myaevent is 3>><<link "After the tryouts, Mya wants to talk" "Mya Event 40">><<add "myaevent" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Reach out to cheerleaders for tips">><<pickup $club "CheerTips" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked around at a good option to reach out to for tips and tricks, and was surprised to find one of the cheerleaders, <<light Anna>> nonetheless, approach me herself, wanting my time. <<s Anna>>Hey <<print $name>>... Can I give you an important tip for your application?<</s>> She asked me, nervously looking at <<light Angela>> every once in a while. I figured there wouldn't be anything wrong with listening to what she had to say. <<s Author>>For sure, there's no doubt that I can use all the help I can get!<</s>> I said. <<s Anna>>It's not about the routine itself or anything else, really...<</s>> She said, her voice a bare whisper. <<s Anna>>You just need to make sure that Angela is not... Challenged. What she lays claim over... Eventually is hers.<</s>> I was intrigued by such a statement, as I thought that <<light Angela>> was the one that invited me to join the squad, and I asked about it. <<s Anna>>Oh no, that was Mya that wanted you to join, co-captain of the squad.<</s>> She explained. <<light Mya>> was my friend, so it came as no surprise that she'd want me to join the team... <<if $myaevent lte 3>>Though I never thought we were close enough for it...<<else>>We'd been growing increasingly closer, especially with the latest hangout we'd had...<</if>> <<s Author>>It feels like there's a story behind your warning.<</s>> I said. <<s Anna>>Yes, but... I'll tell you after the training.<</s>> I was intrigued as to what that implied, and knew where I'd be headed after our training today... <<if $Mya gte 40 and $myaevent is 3>><<link "Mya wants to see me instead... This seems more valuable." "Mya Event 40">><<drop $club "CheerTips" 2>><<add "myaevent" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "After the training" "CheerTips Story">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "An ebony woman catches my interest.">><<pickup $club "metVina" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Vina>><</pic>><<pickup $club "MetVina" 1>> The woman looked happy to see me, though also quite critical of my appearance. She was clearly interested in my being there, the newest tentative cheerleader making her rounds. <<s Vina>>Well well, if it isn't the hottest new topic at school.<</s>> She said as she approached me. It would have been awkward, if she didn't turn to friendliness soon after. <<s Vina>>I'm Vina, I've seen you around, and I've noticed people noticing you.<</s>> She explained. People noticing me? Was that about <<light Angela>> or <<light Mya>>? <<s Author>>Oh thanks, I'm <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Vina>>I know, silly.<</s>> She said with a soft laugh, <<s Vina>>Mya's mentioned her newest friend. It was a matter of time before you tried to join.<</s>> //So it was <<light Mya>> after all.// I gave her my best smile, realizing how my topic was moving along amongst other people, particularly someone I had grown closer ot recently. <<s Author>>Speaking of which, is there anything I need to know about the tryouts next week?<</s>> She chuckled. <<s Vina>>And here she said that you were the confident type. Confident in what you were, at least.<</s>> <<light Mya>> talked about me quite a bit, it seemed. <<s Vina>>Show confidence, and I'll have your back. Nothing like a cheerleader being cheered.<</s>> She said. There was a challenge in her eyes, but also an interest to see what I'd do with that challenge. Like she wanted me to rise to the occasion. At the very least, that was an option for what was to come next then, aside from these weird videos <<light Angela>> had shared. <<if $Mya gte 40 and $myaevent is 3>><<link "After the tryouts, Mya wants to talk more" "Mya Event 40">><<add "myaevent" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>> ~ Scenes with <<light Vina>> are made possible thanks to Patreon contributions - Thanks Zls for the Prom Royalty support on Patreon! (get your own character and scenes today by subscribing <3) ~<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Use this time to socialize and improve my friendships">><<add "reputation" 2>><<add "Mya" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-mya1.jpg">> With every head cheerleader comes an equally charismatic second in command. In this squad, that was <<light Mya>>, my friend. <<if $myaevent gte 4>>My naughty lover, with who steamy shower moments were shared.<</if>> <<s Mya>>I didn't expect to see you here, <<print $name>>, but you're a welcome surprise!<</s>> She said with a smile. <<s Author>>What can I say, it's only fair I expand my scope!<</s>> I said to her in clear honesty. She smiled at that statement, and at the subtle way with which I was sort of flirting with her. <<s Mya>>I have to say, looking at you run and cheering for your success has been a highlight of the past few sessions here at the squad. Aside from the obvious highlight, that is.<</s>> She said, alluding to the injury that gave me the opportunity to apply. <<s Mya>>I was the one to suggest you join us.<</s>> She further elaborated. I had a feeling that this would be the case, us growing closer in recent days. <<s Author>>You're the one I should thank then!<</s>> Her smirk told me she'd like me to thank her in a specific way, yet she kept to herself. <<s Mya>>The best way you can do that is not to let me down.<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>This is about more than you, <<print $name>>, and I'd love to see my plan through.<</s>> That was the allyship I anticipated before coming here, but now that it was in hand, I was excited for it. //Really excited...// <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-mya2.jpg">> <<if $Mya gte 40 and $myaevent is 3>><<link "After the tryouts, Mya wants to talk more" "Mya Event 40">><<add "myaevent" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "clubs/cheer-tryouts.jpg" "Cheer Tryouts">> <<if $club.has("metVina") and $club.count("TryoutVina") is 0>><<pickup $club "TryoutVina" 1>><<include "Vina Buttplug Reveal">> <<elseif $club.count("MyaTryoutTalk") is 0>><<pickup $club "MyaTryoutTalk" 1>><div id='continue'><<pic "Mya">><</pic>><<drop $club "CheerWeek" 2>> The attractive black co-captain of the cheer team approached me before we even got dressed to workout, as she seemed intent on having a quick chat before anything else happened today. <<s Mya>>Hey <<print $name>>...<</s>> She said, smiling wide, <<s Mya>>Excited for the tryouts today?<</s>> <<s Author>>Nervous excitement, I'd say.<</s>> I spoke honestly. <<s Mya>>Good, that's good. Though remember it's not all about the moves themselves. You have more than the routine to account for.<</s>> She explained. <<s Author>>I know... There's been tales.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Good. You're putting in the work.<</s>> She said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>There's something on your mind, something you want done.<</s>> <<s Mya>>An olive branch.<</s>> She replied, <<s Mya>>A way for you to make it in and for me to... make sure that happens.<</s>> The politics were afoot. <<s Mya>>It's very simple, I need someone to stand up to Angela.<</s>> I was intrigued, my eyebrow raising in curious attention. <<s Mya>>You can do it, or offer me the room to do it, but I need the captain to understand that she can't stand alone.<</s>> She explained. <<s Mya>>After the routine, we'll ask a few questions, and that's a great opportunity for you to... Set things in motion. Do this for me, and I'm sure I'll find a way to thank you for your help... Privately.<</s>> <<s Author>>What makes you think I want that?<</s>> <<s Mya>>Rumors only grow.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Mya>>It'd be a great opportunity to put our captain in her place, giving us both a more... Forward position in our aspirations.<</s>> I remained thoughtful. <<s Mya>>I don't expect an answer now. Only when the time comes, I'll see what you chose.<</s>> She reassured me. <<s Mya>>Show them all how much I mean to you.<</s>> On a silver platter, I was being offered an opportunity to undermine the self-proclaimed queen bee, in front of everyone. And there was a clear excitement in the air as I thought over my options, thinking on my previous actions and how they'd deal with everything surrounding it. I needed to make sure that I did the routine right, because undermining the captain of the cheer squad can only come from a secured position. It was only then that I could think of this plot that <<light Mya>> suggested, one that would definitely impact my future aspirations as prom queen, and hers as head cheerleader... <<link "To the tryouts">><<replace "#continue">>As I walked into the changing room, I was met face to face with the other students that were applying for the squad. <<s Anna>>Hey, good luck!<</s>> One of them told me. I smiled at her, and wished her well as well, before looking at the bench where clothing awaited to be picked up. <<s Anna>>Oh yeah, they have these iterations of the costume, saying we can't wear the official cheer costume until we're accepted. Told us we have to choose which one to wear.<</s>> The test seems to have already begun. As I looked at the options in front of me, one of the costumes was obviously more attractive, albeit more flashy, than the other. And I knew it would bring me more attention. //That's what cheerleading is about, isn't it?// <div id='fakechoice'><<linkreplace "Wear the conservative costume">>Seriously? Am I going to be a prude now?<</linkreplace>> <<link "Wear the sexy costume">><<replace "#fakechoice">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-me3.jpg">> As expected, I was dressed in even skimpier clothing than last time, the attractive material hugging my curves seductively... And it felt kind of good to be wearing such attractive material. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-me4.jpg">> The sexy clothing was in place, and I was ready to get started on the tryouts, knowing that my attractive clothing would make things easier for me in the coming performance, and excited for all the flashes I'd be giving. <<linkreplace "Stand in front of the jury">>I moved out of the dresser room in my new costume, feeling the wind blowing against my parts and embracing the vulnerability that it brought with it, trying my best to stand strong in the face of all that was about to happen. <<s Angela>>Do you think you have the routine completely memorized?<</s>> I smiled and nodded, hopeful and excited to be showing them I had what it takes. <<if $club.has("Vina Interest")>>And at that moment, <<light Vina>> gave a hearty little cheer to my name, showing her support, and subconsciously effecting the jury of this trial. //That conversation must have really hit the spot!//<</if>> <<s Angela>>The floor is yours, cue the music!<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $club.count("CheerWeek Training") lt 3>><<link "Struggle with the dance moves">><<less "reputation" 5>><<pickup $club "Cheerleader Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I should've trained better. I really should have. I knew what was requested of me, and yet had decided not to follow that path and distract myself with other stuff elsewhere. And it's come back to bite me. As I struggled to keep up, trying to copy my fellow trainees' movements, I found myself missing the mark on multiple occasions. And because of it, losing my chance at joining the squad. <<s Angela>>Honestly, I knew you were worthless, I just didn't expect you to be that bad!<</s>> She said, laughing at my desperate attempts to seek validation. I had really messed up, and could feel that my presence there was more of a detriment than a positive to my promship goals. <<link "Leave defeated" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Attempt my best performance">><<pickup $club "CheerGood" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While I wasn't the best athlete out there or the most attractive woman applying for the position, I did my best to prove myself to the squad, making my best attempt at a full performance, and going back to the lessons I learned at home, watching <<light Angela>> make her requests of me. The memory of her demanding moves, her stare as I worked to mimic her... It came back to me and guided me through the whole thing. <<if $club.has("CheerSlut")>>And the confession she got from me after was just as fresh in my mind, carried over by my courageous attempts at the dance in my skimpy clothing.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Cheer Tryouts">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $athletics gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Use my athleticism to my advantage">><<pickup $club "CheerGood" 2>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/cheer/tryouts-athletics.mp4">> Shaking my assets and making sure my body was on beautiful display, I enjoyed my time in front of the squad, my skimpy clothing enhancing my curves as I set about making the dance moves I had memorized, and challenging myself with more challenging iterations. My athleticism was extremely useful as I stretched, twisted, and jumped just like I had learned, going back to the lessons, watching <<light Angela>> make her requests of me in my home. The memory of her demanding moves, her stare as I worked to mimic her... It came back to me and guided me through the whole thing. <<if $club.has("CheerSlut")>>And the confession she got from me after was just as fresh in my mind, carried over by my courageous attempts at the dance in my skimpy clothing.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Cheer Tryouts">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Offers double the points!">><<else>><<dark "Use my athleticism" "Not Athletic enough (50)">><</if>> <<if $totalsex gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Use my sexuality to my advantage">><<pickup $club "CheerGood" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/cheer/tryouts-sexskill.mp4">> Shaking my assets and making sure my body was on beautiful display, I enjoyed my time in front of the squad, my skimpy clothing enhancing my curves as I set about making the dance moves I had memorized. My sensuality and sex appeal helped in my performance as I stretched, twisted, and jumped just like I had learned, going back to the lessons, watching <<light Angela>> make her requests of me in my home. And the sensuality of her lessons being translated into the performance I was bringing. The memory of her demanding moves, her stare as I worked to mimic her... It came back to me and guided me through the whole thing. <<if $club.has("CheerSlut")>>And the confession she got from me after was just as fresh in my mind, carried over by my courageous attempts at the dance in my skimpy clothing.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Cheer Tryouts">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Use my sexuality" "Sex skill too low (20)">><</if>><</if>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pic Angela>><</pic>> The head cheerleader had already kicked out two prospective members from the tryouts, one not having watched all the videos and the other messing up some moves because of nervousness. Her attitude, her control over the situation, was extremely admirable, if I had to be honest with myself. Yet the moment wasn't devoid of tension just yet. <<s Angela>>Joining the cheer squad, at such a late stage, is an extremely demanding thing. It is an honor that is not to be missed out on.<</s>> She spoke clearly and with intent. My eyes landed on <<light Mya>> behind her, the reason behind my presence here, and I thought of the ploy she'd wanted me to bring about to shoot <<light Angela>> down. <<if $club.count("CheerGood") gte 2>>I thought I did well enough in my previous trial to fulfill her request without losing my chance at a spot with the squad.<<else>>I regretted not doing more earlier to secure my position in the squad, and knew standing up to <<light Angela>> would come in at a huge cost. Was it worth the momentary reputation boost to lose my spot in the squad?<</if>> As I calculated my options and what I was to do next, <<light Angela>>'s attention shifted entirely towards me, her eyes studying me in my skimpy clothing once more. <<if $club.has("CheerSlut")>>The memory of the messages I had sent her no doubt still fresh on her mind, she looked at me, expecting complete compliance, and smiling at the prospect of it.<<else>>Her demand, of me admitting she was better, was fresh on my mind. She hadn't received it back then as I finished my training, maybe she thought she could have it now in front of everyone...<</if>> <<s Angela>><<print $name>>... I only have one question for you, for I do not care what your motivations are to join the squad, it's obviously fame.<</s>> She said, making a step towards me. <<s Angela>>Who is it, at school, that you most look up to?<</s>> She asked me, her closeness slowly overwhelming my senses, her eyes promising me great rewards if I told her what she wanted to hear. Looking behind her at <<light Mya>>, I could see that this was the opportunity she was talking about. Thought my eyes didn't last long there as they switched back to the intimidating presence in front of me, demanding my answer. <<if $club.has("CheerTips")>>The story I had heard of her popped into my head, of how she imposed herself on a member of the squad and joined her brother right in front of her eyes... A true testament to how alluring and fantastic she was, but also how... Careless? Evil? Manipulative?<</if>> Eyes were on me, and I knew a choice had to be made. <div id='choices'><<if $club.has("CheerSlut") and $subdom lte 25>><<link "I look up to you, queen bee.">><<pickup $club "AngelaLust" 1 "CheerGood" 2 "Cheerleader" 1>><<less "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "dynamics" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Remembering my latest interaction with her, over the phone, slowly got the better of me as I found myself lost in her eyes, hearing myself form words that were true and that were demanded out of me. <<s Author>>I look up to you, queen bee.<</s>> I said, entranced by the fantastic human being in front of me. <<s Angela>>More.<</s>> She simply demanded, and I rushed to offer her the praise that she rightfully deserved. <<s Author>>You are amazing in every single way, a perfect person with perfect composure, the star cheerleader and most amazing presence in this school.<</s>> The more I praised her, the more I found myself worshiping her, eager to see her take charge of me and reward me. <<s Author>>You're the best that ever was, and it would be an honor for me to join your cheer squad.<</s>> I admitted to her. A rival usually is someone who is on equal footing, who respects you as an equal. She was not my rival. She was superior in every single way, and I was seeing myself losing to her simply because the appeal of loss was too great. How could I ever hope to become prom queen in her presence? I could feel myself wetten at my own debasement, at my reputation being hit, at the frustrated look <<light Mya>> was giving me. And it turned me on even more to know that it was all in service of the self-centered person that stood in front of me. One whose attention and care I craved. <<s Angela>>Is there any doubt who's joining the squad?<</s>> Sure, I only got in because I praised her, but after all, it was HER squad, and HER school, and HER locker room. The locker room I found myself in, changing my clothing, and secretly hoping she'd come in to make true on her previous online promise or a reward. <<s Angela>>There's my eager new toy.<</s>> <<link "Angela is at the door" "Cheer Angela Sub Reward">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 25 and $club.has("CheerTips")>><<link "Make her think she's the one">><<pickup $club "MyaLust" 1 "AngelaLust" 1 "CheerGood" 2 "Cheerleader" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I look up to honest, true people.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>And people who don't hide their true nature, but rather embrace it.<</s>> I was going to make her believe I was praising her, all the while undermining her true nature and showing her true colors to everyone. <<s Author>>You, for example. You never hid your objectives, your hopes and truth.<</s>> I said, putting my hand on her shoudler in a slightly patronizing way. <<s Author>>People think you're a bitch, an annoying person with a stick up her ass. But I see more than that.<</s>> I said, hiding the insult behind the mirror of my praise. <<s Author>>I see an authentic person, who takes what she wants without a care in the world, who know how to talk to people and manipulate them to reach her own goals.<</s>> <<s Author>>I see an attractive women who's not afraid to show it, wears clothing that reveals it without caring of the image that she portrays, of the feelings some people get for her. I admire that courage to be so vulnerable in the eyes of many others.<</s>> I said, smiling. <<s Angela>>Wow... I never thought of it like that... I am awesome!<</s>> //What a dumb slut.// <<s Author>>Yes, if you say so. And everyone here knows just how //awesome// you are.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Angela>>I doubt anyone objects to <<print $name>> joining the squad, right?<</s>> My dumb rival said, giving me the perfect opportunity to stay close to her and keep undermining her. <<light Mya>>, in the background, was smiling wide at me, appreciating my expert manipulations, and her eyes promising a future reward. The dumb head cheerleader, having given me the perfect opportunity to keep influencing her squad, saw me go to the locker room. I awaited her presence there, expecting her ego to bring her straight to me to give me my "reward". A reward that would show her her true colors. <<s Angela>>Here she is, my newest cheerleader.<</s>> She said as I sat in the locker room in my underwear. <<link "Angela is at the door" "Cheer Angela Dom Reward">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $worship gte 15>><<link "I look up to Mya.">><<pickup $club "MyaLust" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I look up to Mya, co-captain of the squad and fantastic human being all around.<</s>> I said, giving her the attention she'd requested, and knowing - or rather hoping - that she'd have my back. <<s Author>>Her steadfastness and support in the squad, being approachable as she is... All of them give her an amazing advantage, and she's a true asset. I'm just really glad I get to be with her here.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Oh that's high praise for a head cheerleader... You got my vote, <<print $name>>!<</s>> <<light Mya>> winked at me. A part of me was relieved to be finally saying this whole thing aloud, for these girls to hear, and help <<light Mya>> in her own politics. <<include "Cheer Decision">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I look up to Mya" "Stat not met (Worship below 15)">><</if>> <<link "I look up to the person in my mirror">><<drop $club "CheerGood" 1>><<add "reputation" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I look up to the person in my mirror.<</s>> I said, knowing that self-love would undermine <<light Angela>>'s objectives without truly offending entirely. <<s Author>>There's truly only one person who I'll spend the rest of my life with, and that person, me, is fantastic in almost every aspect. There's no way I could not embrace her for all the greatness that she is, and truly no one can match me.<</s>> I felt nice about myself, about standing up for myself like that and embracing every part of me. It felt really good. Validating. <<include "Cheer Decision">><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I look up to Yara">><<add "Yara" 3>><<add "reputation" 1>><<pickup $club "Cheerleader" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>Honestly, as a cheerleader and a human being, I look up to Yara. She's a fantastic human being who constantly proves herself, on and off the track field, and if an impressive athlete.<</s>> I admitted, remembering how she'd wanted me to cheer for her in the squad and how she'd helped me get here. <<light Yara>> was truly a great friend and someone to be admired. <<s Angela>>That's sweet.<</s>> My rival said, not finding a reason to argue against my statement, even if it wasn't entirely what she'd hoped for. <<s Author>>She deserves it.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Author>>And even obscure athletes, like the track team or the swim team, deserve our support.<</s>> With that final statement, I could see <<light Angela>>'s face light up, knowing that she was thinking of <<light Matthew>> and his swimming body. <<s Angela>>My decision is made.<</s>> The cheer captain said, giving me the position on the squad. //Now I'm here, I can slowly work my way to the top!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Feels like a safe option to support an athlete">></div> <</if>>

My speech went about beautifully, as <<light Mya>> exhibited a wide smile, appreciating my words. <<light Angela>> was not as kind to my position. <<if $club.count("CheerGood") gte 1>><<pickup $club "Cheerleader" 1>><<s Angela>>I appreciate your honesty, <<print $name>>, I just think that this squad is looking at someone a bit different.<</s>> Before she could even make her deciison resolute, <<light Mya>> interjected. <<s Mya>>I think <<print $name>> is the perfect option for us.<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>Say what you will about her motivations or where her attention is directed, but this lady knows exactly what she wants, and isn't shy to get it.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Her performance is better than anything we'd expect from someone that hasn't been training with us, and at this point, that's exactly what we need for the squad.<</s>> She further explained. A frustrated <<light Angela>> tried to find an argument against what her co-captain said, but was at a loss for words. <<s Angela>>Fine. Congrats on joining the team, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She accepted the compromise, knowing she had lost this particular battle for attention and fame. <<light Mya>>'s wide smile told me I had expertly helped her with her own personal motivations and goals. <<if $club.has("MyaLust")>>She got closer to me before leaving. <<s Mya>>I liked your praise... Maybe I'll see you around school, <<print $name>>. To properly reward you for your good words.<</s>> Her promise for a good time lingered in my mind, as I imagined what our time together would imply.<</if>> <<else>><<pickup $club "Cheerleader Denied" 1>>And she made it clear that she would not have me join them. <<s Angela>>Not only are your priorities all over the place, your performance was adequate at best. I doubt that there is a place for you in the squad.<</s>> She said, shutting me down as expected. <<s Mya>>But she-<</s>> <<s Angela>>I said what I said, I don't think she has what it takes.<</s>> I knew the dangers of going down that road, but I also knew that my words had their effect on her reputation - and mine. Despite the challenge that it would take to reach my goals further down the road, I had received an advantage right now, and one I was hoping I'd make use of in the near future. As I headed out, I received a compassionate look from <<light Mya>>, who appreciated the gesture I had made, furthering her own agenda. <<if $club.has("MyaLust")>>She got closer to me. <<s Mya>>I truly appreciate your words, <<print $name>>... And want to thank you for them... I'll see you around school.<</s>> She said before licking her lips. Her promise for a good time lingered in my mind, as I imagined what our time together would imply.<</if>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-submission4.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Look in the mirror, and appreciate it.<</s>> She was right. <<s Author>>Your ass is better than mine, you're entirely better than me.<</s>> I was still deep in my submissive state, eagerly praising my superior, <<s Author>>You're absolutely stunning, Angela, and it is an honor for me to be around you.<</s>> I needed her to believe me, her proximity making my heartbeats race and her body near mine distracting just as it was enticing. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-submission2.jpg">> My "rival" - if I could even consider myself wirthy enough to be that to her - grabbed me by the chin as she looked in the mirror into my eyes. <<s Angela>>Listen really well to me, <<print $name>>. This reward I am offering you now, this honor... It's not granted.<</s>> She said to me, and I listened intently, mouth agape, eager. <<s Angela>>I give you the honor now, but you'll constantly have to prove yourself to me to receive it again, do you understand?<</s>> She asked me. I could only nod in my vulnerable state. <<s Angela>>Show me you understand, show me how much you crave me.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-submission3.jpg">> I should be standign up to her. I should be showing her that I was a worthy opponent, that I was easier to conquer, to defeat, to seduce and turn over and... Even my imagination was working against me, even my mind was fighting against itself, willing itself to submit further, to debase itself even more. And I was embracing that feeling, that helplessness and complete submission, that devotion... Devotion to the superior being. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-submission1.jpg">> I found myself lowering to my knees, looking to serve the superior woman, the woman who I dared imagine myself taking the throne of. I was not worthy. And I was only worthy of servitude, of going down, lower and lower, to my knees, to service her beauty. There wasn't anything about her that was... clear. She was attractive, for sure. She was entitled, definitely. But she was confident, and in her confidence, she exhuded an image that just demanded of me devotion, and a devotion that I wanted to offer her entirely. <<s Angela>>You look good on your knees, <<print $name>>... Or should I say, CheerSlut.<</s>> Her nickname sent shivers down my spine, as I embraced her kind words, her beautiful... praise. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I said. <<s Angela>>Thank you what?<</s>> She asked me. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. And I knew, now, in that moment, regardless of all my aspirations, I wanted to say it too. <<s Author>>Thank you, Queen Bee.<</s>> I submissively said, as I knelt in front of her, my hand just grabbing her for support, so I can be sure that she was still there. <<s Angela>>You may worship my ass.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer-angelareward.mp4">> I worshipped like my life depended on it, brought so low as to lick and service the backhole of the woman, who only through confidence, has bested me in front of everyone. She did nothing real, she only was perfect, and in my submissiveness I had to worship that perfectness. I was her eager butt slave, her CheerSlut, and her my Queen Bee. //Could I ever allow myself to become prom queen in her presence?// <<link "Move along" "School">><<add "dynamics" 1>><</link>>

<<pichalf "clubs/cheer/alina-lesbo4.jpg">> <<s Author>>Oh my you look good in that underwear!<</s>> I praised the head cheerleader as she revealed what was under her uniform to me. <<s Author>>Even better than in your cheer uniform!<</s>> She laughed and smiled. <<s Angela>>Oh you think so?<</s>> She asked me, her fingers drifting towards the underwear I myself wore, playfully playing with the hem of it. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I teased her. <<s Angela>>I can't seem to be able to stop myself.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Is it my reward or yours?<</s>> I smiled down at her as she looked up to meet my eyes, the height difference offering me a power advantage that I enjoyed. <<s Angela>>Yours.<</s>> She admitted, her voice soft, uncharacteristic of her confident public persona. <<s Author>>Then show me.<</s>> I slowly took control. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/alina-lesbo3.jpg">> Just like in her secret naughty times with her lover <<light Matthew>> in the school toilets, the head cheerleader's true colors were slowly showing, as she lowered her lips to kiss and lick my nipples. I gave a small moan. <<s Angela>>You like that?<</s>> My cheer lover was trying to regain control, as she cuaght her breath after nursing my tit. <<s Author>>Not as much as you're liking it.<</s>> She gave a quick smile before drifting down to my tit again, eager to take the nipple in her mouth once more. <<s Author>>That's it, indulge in it.<</s>> I encouraged her manipulatively, as she took the sexual bait. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/alina-lesbo2.jpg">> Moments later, I had her worhsiping even more of my body, her hands drifting across my body as I laid in front of her. <<s Author>>You like what you see?<</s>> I asked her this time, knowing I had her slowly hooking around my finger, expertly weaving my web of seduction. <<s Angela>>Mmm yeah...<</s>> She could not keep her eyes away from my body trying to take it all in. <<s Author>>Tell me, what's your favorite part of me?<</s>> I asked her. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/alina-lesbo1.jpg">> The head cheerleader, a woman whose authority was now in danger thanks to my actions and that was slowly falling deeper and deeper into submissiveness, could not stop herself from reaching to my pantied ass, and grasp it. <<s Angela>>Your ass is fantastic.<</s>> She admitted. I smiled to myself, knwoing that she was falling much faster than any of us anticipated. <<s Author>>Oh really? You like it that much?<</s>> I asked while I swayed it seductively in front of her, hypnotically. <<s Angela>>Yeah, more than anything.<</s>> She said, her mouth already watering at the sight. <<s Author>>Anything?<</s>> <<s Angela>>Yes...<</s>> <<s Author>>Enough to worship it?<</s>> I asked her, making my needs known. <<s Angela>>Please.<</s>> The needs were shared. <<s Author>>Embrace the feeling then, captain. Worship my ass.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer-angelareward.mp4">> My rival eagerly debased herself, licking and worshiping my ass with deep abandon, losing all sense of dignity. <<s Author>>That's it, let go.<</s>> Encouraged by my words, my once biggest challenger for the throne eagerly served the lowest part of my body, the most vile place she'd ever worship. And with complete devotion, as long as I ordered it. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-domination1.jpg">> <<s Author>>Look at yourself.<</s>> I said after it all, looking at the mirror at our nude bodies. <<s Author>>This is the face of a well satisfied Cheer Slut. Good job.<</s>> I rewarded her with a good word. She smiled, happy to have given me my rightful reward. //Now starts the fall of the self-proclaimed Queen Bee.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<div id='continue'><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-mya3.jpg">> <<s Mya>>I've been waiting for this for a while now, ever since these tryouts.<</s>> The co-captain was a seductive pice of ass, a beautiful vision of beauty that just demanded attention. <<s Mya>>And I can't wait to reward you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> I couldn't wait to get my reward. <<s Mya>>Although I have to warn, I'm a naughty lover who likes to be in charge.<</s>> She explained, as her hand drifted to her crop-top to reveal her beautiful, full breasts, <<s Mya>>And that's the only way that this whole thing will go.<</s>> She was extremely attractive, and I appreciated her confidence and her heads up on the kind of encounter that I was to expect from this. <<s Mya>>No hard feelings if it's not your thing, but I know someone like you would love the chance for a taste of nectar.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer-mya4.jpg">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Worship at her altar">><<add "worship" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $club "MyaRewarded" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/cheer/mya-reward1.mp4">> Kisses, hands roaming, moans. My newfound lover and I were exchanging beautiful soft things as we slowly got into the mood of what was to happen next, as our bodies intertwined beautifully and our lips clashed softly. <<s Mya>>You're so pretty.<</s>> My co-captain praised me as she slowly hooked her hands behind me, to unhook my bra. <<s Author>>So are you.<</s>> I admitted, admiring the ebony beauty. There was undeniable beauty to the African American body, and I was admiring it now, enjoying the perfection of her skin and features, her strong body against mine. Indeed, it wasn't only black men that were worthy of worship... <<vid "clubs/cheer/mya-reward2.mp4">> My dominant lover had my bra off, as she stroked my breasts with need, enjoying my body and making me enjoy her touches. <<s Author>>Mmmm...<</s>> I moaned in appreciation. <<s Mya>>Oh yeah? You like that?<</s>> My lover teased, and I could only nod in agreement. <<s Author>>Oh yeah...<</s>> <<s Mya>>Take my clohtes off.<</s>> She didn't need to say it twice, and moments later, I had her kneeling on all fours in front of me as I knelt behind her, eating her out. <<vid "clubs/cheer/mya-reward3.mp4">> <<s Mya>>Oh yeah that's it slut. That's the right spot.<</s>> I moaned in answer, deeply entranced by the fantastic globes in front of me to dare stop worshiping. <<s Mya>>With your help, I'll finally be the head cheerleader. You are the best addition to the squad in a while.<</s>> It was hot, to see a successful woman musing as one serviced her, my mind distracted by the pouty lips in front of me, needing to taste them. <<vid "clubs/cheer/mya-reward4.mp4">> And getting to taste them, enjoying the juices that flowed freely from the attractive woman that had me service her. <<s Mya>>Best addition to the squad, and eager to taste her reward right from the source.<</s>> It was my reward. It was indeed my reward to get to serve this beautiful ebony woman subserviently, and to get to taste her beautiful nectar, to embrace this position of servitude that she so entirely deserved. <<s Mya>>I'm sitting on your face till I cum, Cheer Slut.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/cheer/mya-reward5.mp4">> And she did. And it was amazing. And I licked every single drop of my reward, taking it in. <<s Mya>>Keep this up, and I'll have you right by my side when I take over. I'll reward you till the end of time.<</s>> Wouldn't hurt to ally myself with this stunning beauty. She gets the squad, and I get the throne. And my castle halls would be filled with naughty experiences with the beauty that made it happen. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'll pass for today." "School">><</link>></div>

<<pic Anna>><</pic>> <<if $club.count("CheerTips") is 0>>As I looked at the paper, seeing this twisted rumor and thinking about who might write that down, I was approached by a stranger, one of the cheerleaders. She was quick to speak: <<s Anna>>Come, to this class, and I'll share my tip on how to join the squad.<</s>> She explained, moving quickly as to not be seen. The paper for the tip still in hand, I followed. Inside, she turned towards me, still thoughtful, before speaking.<</if>> <<s Anna>>Look, my tip is to simply avoid challenging Angela, because she'll go to great ends just to put you down.<</s>> She said, preparing herself to share the story. <<s Anna>>It all happened this one day where she offered to help me with the latest routine we were rehearsing for, at my place.<</s>> <<s Anna>>I knew I shouldn't have agreed to it, her infringing on my personal space and just... Making herself at home.<</s>> <<s Anna>>The issue wasn't in that. The issue was that my brother was at home back then.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-tip1.jpg">> <<s Anna>>I didn't know it at the time, but he was watching us in our workout, rehearsing... He was watching her...<</s>> <<s Anna>>And she was pulling all the stops to seduce him.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-tip2.jpg">> <<s Anna>>I made the mistake of leaving for a mere 5 minutes to the bathrooms.<</s>> She recalled. <<s Anna>>And that was enough time for her to take her claws out and dig them into my brother.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-tip3.jpg">> <<s Anna>>They had started fucking, like animals in heat, making a show out of it as I returned to the room, standing right outside of it, shocked at the sight. I can still recall the noises she was making, moaning loudly, almost as if she wanted to be caught by someone. And my own brother... His hands were all over her, seduced by her slutty behaviour<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-tip4.jpg">> <<s Anna>>She smiled at me back then. She smiled as she said: "The queen needs her daily dose of cock, and your brother is a loyal subject." I felt sick to my core, unable to take my eyes off the scene in front of me, shocked by this whole thing. His cock inside her, drilling, needy.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-tip5.jpg">> <<s Anna>>Cock in pussy, fucking like animals in heat.<</s>> <<s Author>>But... Aren't her and Matthew dating?<</s>> I asked, this entire thing news to my ear. <<s Anna>>They are. That's why no one would believe my story. No one would want to.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>How did it make you feel?<</s>> <<pic Anna>><</pic>> <<s Anna>>I was shocked. But there was nothing I could do. There still isn't.<</s>> She said, <<s Anna>>Though if there is anyone that could stand up to Angela and put her in her place, it would be you...<</s>> I thought about her statement. <<s Anna>>Don't stand up to her just yet, that's my tip... There's probably a reason why Mya wanted you to join the squad. Look for her to help you when the time comes, I think.<</s>> I knew what needed to be done, I understood what was at stake. <<s Author>>Thank you for the tip. I'll do my best.<</s>> <<s Anna>>And that will be enough.<</s>> <<if $club.count("CheerTips") is 0>><<pickup $club "CheerTips" 1>>Twirling the rumor paper between my fingers, <</if>>I thought of the information I had just received. If I want to make it into the squad, I'll have to heed that girl's warning... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> //These scenes with Anna have been commissioned by <<s Author>>M Ali<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//

<<if visited() is 1>><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-me2.jpg">> Wearing my cheer outfit and preparing myself for an intense workout, I started following the moves from the video that <<light Angela>> had shared with us, trying my best to keep up with the challenge that she'd displayed for us. Say what you want about the lady, at least she knew how to move her body and "cheer" for people The video was 2 hours long, a truly painful ordeal to follow with the way her nasal voice looked down on us as she pushed for every single move to be done to perfection. Part of me felt like I was only losing time in doing this, imagining myself having to watch a movie about cheerleading each time we had to rehearse for a new routine... //Why was I doing this again?// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-alina2.jpg">> Once more in my cheer outfit, I had to follow <<light Angela>>'s video directions, following her commands and training on her moves. <<s Angela>>...And that's where we just give a quick flash of our underwear to the audience, just a small tease.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-me1.jpg">> I followed the movements on the screen as my guide requested more and more moves from me, strigning me along in her sultry dance, requesting I mimic her... <<s Angela>>That's it, future sluts! The next lyrics are: Over the end of the field, great rewards you will yield!<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer-alina4.jpg">> <<s Angela>>The reward is more of a flash of our underwear, we're supposed to cheer our athletes in accomplishing their goals for our rewards!<</s>> She called out. <<s Angela>>Come on, it's your turn, do the same!<</s>> She encouraged me to follow her movements, give in to the beat she had going on in the background... <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer-me5.jpg">> I joined her in her movements, yet in my head, merged with the claim that she was making, I was being impaled on my athlete's cock, him claiming his reward and getting everything he'd want out of me... And my imagination continued to run wild, as she guided me even further down that path... <div id='choices'><<link "Try to snap out of it">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer-alina3.jpg">> <<s Angela>>That's it, follow me and follow my moves, lie down and get fucked.<</s>> <<if $subdom gte 20>>I shook my head, the words she seemed to utter snapping me out of my weird reverie, my imagination running wild at a time it should be doing so. <<s Angela>>I know it's hard to follow these instructions, but with time and guidance, you'll get there, my sweet bees.<</s>> //No.. No no. There's something seriously wrong with the way this woman is speaking.// There was something off with the whole ordeal, and I figured out exactly what it was. While <<light Angela>> was a strong character that could seduce anyone into any compromising situation, I think she's made a mistake in my case, trying to fool me into believing that she was better, superior, the one true authority. <<light Angela>> thought I remained the same, weak-willed individual that I started off the year as. I'd show her I was much more than that, and put her in her rightful place small step after small step. //I wonder what the next study session will bring about... I'm sure a test of some sorts. After all, that's what I would do.// <<else>>I shook my head, her words no doubt morphing in my mind as she encouraged me to delve deeper, to let go of even more of myself and sink into the pool of depravity she'd want me to join. Our head cheerleader had made her request, had given her command, yet I knew that I wouldn't want to let go entirely, to follow her words of wisdom to the letter, to lie down as she has and spread... I spread my legs for the formless, shapeless man I imagined was fucking me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-me6.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Athletes deserve the best, and you need to be that best.<</s>> //No... I shouldn't be doing this...// But letting go was a beautifully fulfilling feeling. Just accepting her words, allowing them to control my psyche... It didn't matter who it was that was fucking me in my imagination, it didn't matter their shape, color, form, past, sport. All that mattered, at the moment, was... Was... //Only her.// All that mattered was <<light Angela>>'s words of wisdom, and my attempts to take them to heart. All that mattered here and now was how much of a slut I was allowing myself to be. All that mattered was for me to be as slutty as I can be. I had no power in front of her, I was too submissive to stand up to a truly confident woman like her. <<s Angela>>Keep watching this video, embracing my words as wisdom, and following your one true path, <<print $name>>. You're yet to fulfill your ultimate perfection.<</s>> //Her words are so enticing... I need to keep training to be near her as a cheerleader!// //It's either that or stay as far as possible from her.//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Am I dominant enough?">> <<link "Embrace her words as ultimate wisdom">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer-alina3.jpg">><<s Angela>>That's it, follow me and follow my moves, lie down and get fucked.<</s>> She probably didn't say these words, but in my head, that's exactly what she was encouraging me to do. Our head cheerleader had made her request, had given her command, and I was to carry her words with the devotion of a true cheerleader, deep in my heart. I spread my legs for the formless, shapeless man I imagined was fucking me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-me6.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Athletes deserve the best, and you need to be that best.<</s>> Indeed, it didn't matter who it was that was fucking me in my imagination, it didn't matter their shape, color, form, past, sport. All that mattered, at the moment, was <<light Angela>>'s words of wisdom, and my attempts to take them to heart. All that mattered here and now was how much of a slut I was allowing myself to be. All that mattered was for me to be as slutty as I can be. <<s Angela>>Keep watching this video, embracing my words as wisdom, and following your one true path, <<print $name>>. You're yet to fulfill your ultimate perfection.<</s>> //Her words are so enticing... I need to keep training to be near her as a cheerleader!// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 3>><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-train2.jpg">> The head cheerleader was strutting her ass to the camera, teaching us yet another set of moves, and yet another routine. <<s Angela>>Forget all about the last two routines! This here is what matters, ladies!<</s>> //Wait, everything in the past was meaningless? What the fuck?// <<s Angela>>Don't worry, don't worry, the moves from the previous routines will matter here!<</s>> She said reassuringly, as if she could read my mind. <<s Angela>>This whole thing is just to sort out who really cares about the whole thing, and who really has put in the work.<</s>> She further explained, to my comfort. <<s Angela>>That being said, we still need to teach you the routine!<</s>> Throughout the next couple of hours, in her most intense workout yet, <<light Angela>> led me through a series of moves that were as seductive as they were naughty, truly putting my skills to the test, and pushing me to beyond my abilities. Then, towards the end, she'd ended the video: <<s Angela>>Thanks for watching, and I'll see you next Thursday you cheersluts!<</s>> She said, her abusive and humiliating language now somewhat growing on me. <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer-alina3.jpg">> Yet the video didn't end. She just sat there, looking at the camera. There was still time on the pre-recorded video. Her eyes boring into mine, as if through the screen and into my psyche. <<s Angela>><<print $name>>. This is a message just to you.<</s>> I heard her voice, yet her lips didn't move. A voice-over, adressing me directly. <<s Angela>>I know you were hoping for more in this video, after the last session you've had.<</s>> //What the fuck was going on?// <<s Angela>>And I know you're exhausted.<</s>> She said reassuringly. <<s Angela>>One move though, and you'll get exactly what you're looking for. You'll get your spot very easily.<</s>> She said. <<s Angela>>Just text me and tell me you like my guidance, text me and tell we you want me to keep leading you, to be in control.<</s>> She said, the narcisist, self-centered head cheeleader she'd always been. <<s Angela>>Text me, and I'll add to your points tally, help you. Text me and tell me I'm the best, and I'll show you just how great I can be.<</s>> My heart was beating faster in my chest, an unexpected encounter demanding my attention, my answer, my reaction. An enticing, seductive prospect, and one that required a decision from me. In my weakened, post-workout state... Maybe that was the point, lower my defenses and strike for the kill. Maybe I wanted to let her know she's got me fair and square. And maybe I still had it in me to stand up to her. //I'd not fall for her charm so easily, right?// <<s Angela>>Tell me I'm better than you, cheerslut.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Talk to her, fool her into believing that she's got me.">><<pickup $club "CheerSlut" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey Angela, I just received your message in the last training video and I have to say, I think you're a better cheerleader than me.<</s>> I halfheartedly wrote to my rival, trying to appease her inflated ego. And waiting for her answer. I looked at the screen of my laptop, and saw that the video had ended. My eyes went back to the screen of my phone as I heard the ping of a notification. <<s Angela>>What message?<</s>> Came her own message. I was confused... Did I just imagine all of this? Why would I? //What was happening?// <<s Angela>>I'm kidding.<</s>> Another message came, putting me at ease once more. <<s Angela>>Only a better cheerleader? Are you sure you're not missing out on something, <<print $name>>?<</s>> She asked me, an annoying brat who only cared for attention and ego. <<s Author>>You're better at gathering attention too. And channeling that energy in your dancing.<</s>> I added, hoping I wouldn't have to say big lies to get what I wanted. <<s Angela>>Is that all? :(<</s>> Her annoying message was grating. <<s Angela>>Am I not pretty, successful, perfect in every way?<</s>> She continued texting, giving ehrself the praise I hadn't yet. <<s Angela>>Am I not the sexiest lady at school, the most beautiful exotic flower that all men want to pluck and all women want to be with? Is my voice not the prettiest, immediately putting anyone that listens to it at ease?<</s>> Her videos were engaging... <<s Angela>>Admit it, <<print $name>>. Am I not much better than you'd like to admit that I am? Am I not the best at school?<</s>> She was adamant on her own praise, and wanted me to join in with her. To give her the praise that she so desperately needed. <div id="choices2"><<if $subdom gte 25>><<link "Fool her">><<pickup $club "FakeCheerSlut" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You're as perfect as you could ever be, Angela.<</s>> I said, my deception hidden in the truth I shared. <<s Author>>And being aware of that has made you the most confident person out there.<</s>> Yet another deceptive phrasing, and one that she completely gobbled up. <<s Angela>>I'm glad you see things my way, <<print $name>>. I think there's still a bright future for you as one of my cheerleaders.<</s>> //Her cheerleaders... Yeah right. Soon enough, they'll be voting for me as queen, ultimately putting her in her place.// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fool her" "Fool? Her? She's probably right, no? (dom < 25)">><</if>> <<link "Fool... Is she speaking truth?">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wanted to deny her, to find a way to lie and deceive her. <<s Author>>Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...<</s>> I typed the message, and hesitated to send it. Did I truly believe what I was writing? Was I truly prettier than she was, with her perfect skin and a confidence that I have yet to master? Am I- My figner slipped as I clicked on send, putting the message out there. I looked at my phone. <<s Author>>Beauty is in the eye of the bee holder.<</s>> Hold on... <<s Angela>>The bee holder! I like that!<</s>> She said, accepting my praise. <<s Angela>>I like that a lot! Queen Angela, the bee holder.<</s>> She gushed over text messages. <<s Angela>>You cheersluts are my bees, and me your queen. I like it.<</s>> It was a truly beautiful imagery, us all floating around her, helping her inflated, beautiful image. <<s Author>>You are the best of us, after all!<</s>> I found myself falling in line, giving her the praise I had promised her. <<s Angela>>Yes...<</s>> She encouraged me to do more. I wanted to fight against it. I wanted to deny her the satisfaction of succumbing to her seduction... But I couldn't. <<s Author>>The queen of the cheerleaders, and us your cheerleaders. Cheerleaders of the cheerleader.<</s>> I texted, <<s Author>>You're the best of us.<</s>> <<s Angela>>And I always will be. I look forward to seeing you show that on Thursday. Maybe I'll offer you a treat then.<</s>> Her text lingered in front of me, as I thought of the possibilities of what Thursday would bring... //What am I getting myself into?// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't talk to her, even if it means losing points.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured this odd, meaningless request, was something I could do without. I had memorized the moves, and I had learned everything that needed to be done, I'd not stoop so low to her and give her this twisted satisfaction she seeked. //If she wants me to succumb to her or stroke her ego, she'll never get it from me. I'll show her who the real leader is here.// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Tell her all she needs to hear and more.">><<pickup $club "CheerSlut" 1>><<add "dynamics" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I just had to go all out, show her I truly meant it. Show her I truly needed to become a cheerleader, not because of my other goals, not because of the status it gave me at school, but deeply because I wanted to be closer to her, closer to her awesomeness. <<s Author>>Angela I received your message and I have to admit, you're better than me in every which way. You are smarter, prettier, more successful, talented, beautiful, sexy, attractive, better than me in every single way that matters, and I just want to be closer to you, part of the gang, I'll be your cheerleader, a cheerleader's cheerleader, just to be close to you. You are better than me, you have always been so.<</s>> The message I sent her was an absolute confession, and an even more absolute damnation. My horny, confused thoughts, laid bare on a bubble online. A bubble that was quick to be popped. <<s Angela>>What message?<</s>> Hey single message pulled me out of the weird, deep confusion, I had found myself in. Did I only imagine all of her teasing, her message? I looked at her on the screen of my laptop, trying to understand that had happened. And yet the video had ended long ago. I looked back at my phone. <<s Angela>>I'm kidding. Good girl.<</s>> She simply said, two words that I dreaded and hoped for at the same time. I felt weak in the knees. At least there was a message, right? <<s Angela>>Be good on Thursday, and I'll show you just how good things can get.<</s>> I wouldn't miss the training for the world. I'd be there, no matter what. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <<if $club.has("DC Quarters") and $club.count("DC Semis") is 0>>It was a dreadful moment. Not being part of the debate club and having these deep conversation with clear guidelines. But going back to a debate with <<light Eva>>, my one true friend here and a smart person in her own right. The thing that started this whole journey, my debate with her in one of <<light Bekham>>'s classes, would be the thing that would define my future in this club. However, with the changes that we both experienced over time leading up to today's session, I didn't quite know if I would be able to defeat my friend in a mental game. I hope I'm smart enough to defeat her, knowing that she's been doing this much longer than I have. Only a debate would reveal it... <<dark "❗Trigger Warning❗" "Debate on Abortion - Write Red Herring in the next textbox and skip to the end if you want to pass.">> <<link "Semi Finals!" "DC Semis">><<pickup $club "DC Semis" 1>><<set $dcsemis to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("DC Finals Seen")>><<pickup $club "DC New Member" 1>><<goto "DC Christina Argument">> <<elseif $club.has("DC Interlude") and $club.count("DC Finals Seen") is 0>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Seen" 1>><<goto "DC Finals">> <<elseif $club.has("DC Semis") and $club.count("DC Interlude") is 0>><<pickup $club "DC Interlude" 1>><<goto "DC PSB Interlude">> <<elseif $club.hasAll("DC Red Herring", "DC Slippery Slope", "DC Bandwagon", "DC Strawman", "DC Ad Hominem", "DC False Dichotomy")>><<s Ria>>Fallacies done!!<</s>> The head of the club, <<light Ria>>, triumphantly announced the success we had reached, happy to have made this progress and excited to start the next stages of the club. <<s Ria>>And time for our tournament.<</s>> //Wait what?// <<s Ria>>We're about to have ourselves an internal debate competition to find out who will be representing our school in the regional competitions.<</s>> She further explained. <<s Ria>>And each session will be one level of debate. The first will be only a singular argument and couterargument, the second, the semis, will be 2, and the third, after spring break, the finals, will be 3!<</s>> She announced it all, no doubt having planned out the whole thing. <<s Ria>>All starting with <<print $name>> and Robert!<</s>> Oh boy! <<linkreplace "Prepare to set up">><<pic Robert>><</pic>> As the rest of the club went about setting the stage to prepare for their debates and I myself was prepping for mine, my rival for the day, <<light Robert>>, approached me with his usual arrogant smile. <<s Robert>>Newbie! Not too stressed out for the debate I hope?<</s>> He asked, his smug smile an annoying sight. <<s Author>>I'm actually worried about your feelings. But then again, you've never had any.<</s>> <<s Robert>>Oh my, that hurt!<</s>> He laughingly said, holding his hand to his heart in mock acting manner. <<s Author>>What do you want? Spying on my prep?<</s>> <<s Robert>>What prep do I need? I just need to catch you on a fallacy and we're good.<</s>> He laughed. <<s Author>>As if.<</s>> <<s Robert>>I'm here with a proposal.<</s>> He said. <<s Robert>>You let me win the battle, I'll help you win the war.<</s>> <<s Author>>What are you saying?<</s>> I asked the annoying man. <<s Robert>>You allow me to win the debate, and I help you find out something about Angela to use against her.<</s>> He explained more plainly. <<s Author>>What good does that do?<</s>> I didn't quite understand his strategy. <<s Robert>>Let's just say that I see how you look at her. Especially after the latest swim meet.<</s>> He explained, <<s Robert>>Let me win, and you'll win what you truly seek.<</s>> With that, my momentary rival just moved away, leaving me with a tricky dilemma as I tried to sort through my own thoughts. Would I allow myself to lose to him and boost his ego for a chance at some sort of "valuable insight", or did I want to risk passing up on that opportunity? //My ultimate goal is more valuable to me, isn't it?// <<link "Quarter Finals!" "DC Quarters">><<pickup $club "DC Quarters" 1>><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $club.count("Debate First Time") is 0>><<pickup $club "Debate First Time" 1>>Walking through the door to the private study room in that library, I see around half a dozen students from our high school gathered, enjoying each other's company as they discussed various topics, the meeting yet to begin. <<light Eva>> notices me walking in and rushes to greet me. <<s Eva>>Oh I'm so glad you could make it!<</s>> She was smiling wide. <<s Eva>>You'll fit right in here, you'll see.<</s>> I looked around, recognizing quite a few of the students from school, most top of their classes and really... intelligent people. <<s stranger>>Ah yes indeed, that's the whole point of such an event taking place.<</s>> <<s Robert>>It is only through the logarithmic equation that one can truly...<</s>> <<s stranger>>Thoroughly I tell you. All elements of production should categorically pass through said process, for...<</s>> <<pic Ria>><</pic>> The conversations told a lot about the level of... <<dark "knowledge" "also see: pretentiousness">> these people had. I felt like a fish out of the water. <<s Ria>>Guys if we can settle down...<</s>> I noticed the girl who had invited me to that club take place in the center of the room, eager to get things started. I looked at <<light Eva>> stunned. <<s Author>>Hold on she's...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah she's the president.<</s>> She cut me off, before silently looking at what seemed to be the leader of this club. <<s Ria>>First of all, I'd like to welcome our newest member, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Her face formed a huge smile as she pointed at me, designating me to other members. <<s Ria>>I am sure with her addition, our club will get the push it needs to truly get to the top.<</s>> She continued her compliment, and I felt myself get colored with an additional shade of red. <<s Ria>>As you know, things are about to get intense for us in the coming months. The regionals, then nationals, await, and there's a lot that we need to work on. For that, I've devised a plan for the next few weeks as we get ready for the upcoming debate.<</s>> A member standing at the other side of the room from me raised his hand. I recognize him as someone I've seen before in passing, a Junior at school, named... <<light Robert>>. <<s Robert>>With <<print $name>> added, what would it mean to our team in front of the other schools? Will that affect anything?<</s>> <<light Ria>>, interrupted, took a moment before answering, her voice cutting and dry: <<s Ria>>We'll cross that bridge once we reach it. We need our best team at the frontlines, and that's what we're working towards.<</s>> She then continued: <<s Ria>>With Ms. Tarnipp missing, we still lack a patron of the club, which puts things on my shoulders, so I'd appreciate it if you all could help alleviate that concern thankyouverymuch.<</s>> She obviously had a strong character, and knew how to eloquently express herself. There was no denying that the persons standing in front of me had potential, yet I could see a glint of mischievousness in her eyes every time she spoke. <<s Ria>>Now, on to work, we have a lot to do.<</s>> She announced, clapping her hands. <<light Eva>> and I were paired, as she led me through the basics of debate and what the club stood for. I listened and nodded along as she spoke and explained, and was eager to see where this club could get to. Everyone there was super smart, that was not a topic of discussion. But everything else was, from abortion to religion to politics, as we went about discussing different topics trying to come up with arguments on the fly. It felt somewhat chaotic, and what was oddest was <<light Ria>>'s constant interjections. <<s Ria>>Red Herring! False Dichotomy! Ad Hominem!<</s>> She called out fallacy after fallacy as we debated, until the time was completely up. As we finished and left the room, I could see that she remained thoughtful, the weight of leadership obvious as she calmly walked away. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>> <<elseif $club.count("Debate Second Time") is 0>><<pickup $club "Debate Second Time" 1>>Eager to see what the second session with the Debate Club would bring me, I walked into a room where <<light Ria>> had already prepared the board with a bunch of words strung upon it, some of which I recognized from last time. At the top, she pointed out the name of the lesson: <center>LOGICAL FALLACIES</center> She smiled as she greeted me, and I was soon followed by my fellow debaters, eager to get the session started. <<s Ria>>As you all can see, we'll be concentrating on logical fallacies. These pesky little things often ruin debates as they take them out of context and argue out of the lines of the debate, putting aside the main reason or topic or overwhelming it with other things.<</s>> She started, before promptly continuing: <<s Ria>>Logical fallacies are tricky to recognize and fight against, so it will take us quite a while to get to a point where we can truly say we have mastered them instead of mastering us. That is why I have decided to give them so much attention, with hopefully each week us going in depth into one of them.<</s>> <<s Ria>>Here's where it gets interesting.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Ria>>Instead of avoiding those fallacies in our debates, we will be using them. To truly understand where they might be wrong. In doing so, week after week we'll be able to really understand and see how often we use them in our debates, and avoid them.<</s>> There was some sort of logic behind what she was saying, but it was elluding me. But then again, I wasn't the president of the club sooo... <<s Ria>>And one last thing, <<print $name>>, being the new member of the group, will be choosing what fallacy we'll be working on every week.<</s>> She pointed to the board, showing me the options. Groans of disapproval sounded, but it didn't matter. It was time to choose our first lesson. <center><<link "Red Herring" "DC Red Herring">><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Red Herring" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Slippery Slope" "DC Slippery Slope">><<pickup $club "DC Slippery Slope" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Bandwagon" "DC Bandwagon">><<pickup $club "DC Bandwagon" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Strawman" "DC Strawman">><<pickup $club "DC Strawman" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Ad Hominem" "DC Ad Hominem">><<pickup $club "DC Ad Hominem" 1>><</link>> | <<link "False Dichotomy" "DC False Dichotomy">><<pickup $club "DC False Dichotomy" 1>><</link>> <<link "Move Along" "Library">><</link>></center> <<else>>As we walked into the room, we were faced yet again with another fallacy to learn about and debate on, the odd choice to actually use the fallacy in our debate not quite making sense to me... <center><<if $club.has("DC Red Herring")>><<dark "Red Herring" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Red Herring" "DC Red Herring">><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Red Herring" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<dark "Slippery Slope" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Slippery Slope" "DC Slippery Slope">><<pickup $club "DC Slippery Slope" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Bandwagon")>><<dark "Bandwagon" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Bandwagon" "DC Bandwagon">><<pickup $club "DC Bandwagon" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Strawman")>><<dark "Strawman" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Strawman" "DC Strawman">><<pickup $club "DC Strawman" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Ad Hominem")>><<dark "Ad Hominem" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Ad Hominem" "DC Ad Hominem">><<pickup $club "DC Ad Hominem" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC False Dichotomy")>><<dark "False Dichotomy" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "False Dichotomy" "DC False Dichotomy">><<pickup $club "DC False Dichotomy" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $evaevent gte 4>><<dark "Eva Milestone 40" "Already Seen">><<elseif $gameday lte 45>><<dark "Eva Milestone 40" "Pass Valentine first">><<elseif $Eva lt 40>><<dark "Eva Milestone 40" "Improve the friendship">><<elseif $evaevent is 3 and $Eva gte 40>><<link "Eva Milestone 40" "Eva Prevent 4">><<add "evaevent" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.count("DC New Member") is 0>><<link "A new member joins" "DC Christina Argument">><<pickup $club "DC New Member" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "New member" "Already Seen">><</if>> <<link "Move Along" "Library">><</link>></center> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Ria>><</pic>> The interesting-looking girl adjusts her eyeglasses as she approaches, immediately talking as soon as she reaches me. <<s Ria>>Hey, this won't take long and I hope you won't be annoyed at my approach, but you caught my eye.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/intro-1.jpg">> That was an odd, direct approach... <<s Ria>>Don't get me wrong, I don't find you attractive like that. Not that I don't find women attractive, but this is not it. I mean you are attractive...<</s>> This one sure was awkward. I saw as she took a deep breath to stop her ranting, before continuing with a calmer tone: <<s Ria>>The thing is, I'm looking to have you join the debate club.<</s>> I looked at her, weirded out by the offer. <<light Ria>> looked back at me confidently, no longer the shy personality she portrayed moments earlier. <<s Ria>>You impressed me during <<light Bekham>>'s last class and I believe you have what it takes to truly shine in our club. Eva is even a part of it by the way.<</s>> The proposal was very interesting. A new club to join, which would definitely look nice on my CV and college applications... Maybe there's some logic behind accepting this... <<s Ria>>I see you're considering it, great. You don't need to think much. All signs point to you accepting. So just say yes.<</s>> There was an undeniable authority in her voice, the confidence of someone who rarely hears the word "no". <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/intro-2.jpg">> //Unsettling how she portrayed an awkward person first and the complete opposite now..// <div id="choices"><<Notice "Choosing the second option will lock off all Debate Club Elements of the game.">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Accept her proposal">><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Accepted" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/intro-yes.jpg">><<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I heard my answer as I was saying, noticing that I was convinced before I was conscious of it. Her smile widened, and I felt happy to have pleased her. <<s Ria>>Awesome! I'll see you on Mondays between 4PM and 6PM at the library. We have the private room for ourselves at that time.<</s>> She smiled. <<link "Interrupted" "Debate Club Introduction">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not interested">><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/intro-no.jpg">>Despite all the positives to joining that club, I didn't feel like it was the right choice for me. I had to deny her offer. <<s Author>>Sorry, it's gonna be a no for me.<</s>> <<s Ria>>Oh that's a shame.<</s>> <<s Author>>I just don't have any time is all.<</s>> I explained. <<s Ria>>Shame.<</s>> She simply said, head still held high. <<link "Interrupted" "Debate Club Introduction">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Matthew>><</pic>> <<s Matthew>>Hey sis.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> greeted <<light Ria>> as I was preparing myself to leave my own way. <<s Ria>>Hey bro. Will you be coming home with me today?<</s>> She asked him. <<s Matthew>>Nah, I've got swim meet today, remember?<</s>> <<s Ria>>You and these sexy boys.<</s>> She joked back at him. <<s Matthew>>Don't you have a boyfriend?<</s>> It was only then that he noticed me. <<s Matthew>>A new recruit?<</s>> He asked her, pointing at me. <<if $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>><<s Ria>>No, she just denied me the pleasure.<</s>> She said. <<s Matthew>>Huh. One would imagine someone as nerdy as <<print $name>> would jump at the opportunity.<</s>> He joked, putting me down. <<s Matthew>>See you, sis.<</s>> He simply said to her before leaving. //What an annoying prick.//<<else>><<s Ria>>The newest member of the debate club. You should have seen her in Bekham's class!<</s>> She said confidently. <<s Matthew>>Figures, nerds bond together I guess.<</s>> He joked. <<s Matthew>>See you sis, I gotta go.<</s>> He turned towards me. <<s Matthew>>And good luck, <<print $name>>. Not like you need it.<</s>> He said with a wink. //What an arrogant prick.//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Red Herring</h2></center><div id="continue"> <<s Ria>>Red herring is the fallacy where the person tries to redirect the conversation away from its original topic.<</s>> <<light Ria>> was quick to explain the different ways how a red herring could occur, whether it was intentional or not. Her precise manner of explaining things was then met with, as she had previously mentioned, an exercise to better discover the fallacy. After two couples made it up to debate different topics, it was time for me and <<light Eva>> to pull from the hat. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: LGBT Rights</h3></center> Topic chosen, it was immediately decided that I'd be arguing against LGBT Rights while <<light Eva>> would be arguing in favor of them. She wasn't particularly happy with that outcome, but she took the topic to heart nonetheless. I always felt she had a repressed lesbo side... We took a few moments each to come up with adequate arguments, a few that made sense and one that would be a Red Herring. If the other person points out the red herring they'll succeed in today's test. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/red-herring.jpg">><<s Eva>>Human Rights have always been at the forefront of humanity's struggle to keep doing better than their ancestors. And before you tell me that I'm exaggerating or changing the topic, it is important that I point out that LGBT Rights are also, at their essence, human rights. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights clearly states that all men are created equal. It is a fact. It is truth. As such, it is only logical that members of the LGBT community have the same rights as anyone else, including the right to exist, but also to marriage and love.<</s>> Her opening argument stated, we engaged in a back and forth, constantly at the watch for any little red fish that would make its way through the conversation. After a while, I decided to reveal my fallacy. <<s Author>>Your insistence on rights and freedom for this queer community actually is a restriction of freedom, because it takes over other people's freedoms. And we all know that when someone's wants overlap with another's rights, that's when things crash and fall. We can all agree that people have the right of autonomy. The right to their own bodies.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I fail to see where you're headed with this...<</s>> <<s Author>>Simply answer me.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yes.<</s>> <<s Author>>And we can agree that someone unconscious or underage or mentally disabled cannot give consent, is that true?<</s>> <<s Eva>>That is correct.<</s>> She didn't want to give me the same word I used, not to show weakness. <<s Author>>Then we can all agree that pedophiles, by their mere existence and the things they do, are actually a danger to other people's right to autonomy and body, or will we deny that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I could never.<</s>> <<s Author>>And here lies the core of the issue. Sexual preferences of the Alphabet MAFIA restricting other people's rights and causing chaos and mayhem to the foundation of family.<</s>> I was enjoying the electric mood going out of line made me feel. A few whoops and hollers sounded from our fellow debaters, before <<light Eva>> spoke up: <<s Eva>>That's a red herring.<</s>> <<light Ria>> smiled. <<s Ria>>Explain.<</s>> <<s Eva>>The LGBTQIA+ community, or alphabet mafia as you'd like to call it, is an umbrella term that includes a lot of different sexual preferences and gender orientations. It is a term that includes these which connect consenting adult members, regardless of gender expression. It is never meant to represent pedophilia, bestiality, or people with sexual deviance. As such, mentioning these brings the topic to a different area, away from its original discourse, making it a red herring.<</s>> <<light Ria>> smiled at the triumphant realization. Lesson learned. <<s Ria>>And as such?<</s>> <<s Eva>>LGBT rights are human rights, and they have the right to them.<</s>> My friend beamed widely as she gave her conclusion, happy about her victory. <<s Ria>>Good job to you both. Next!<</s>> As we took our seats, I noticed <<light Eva>> was still deep in thought, realizing that the thing she debated for actually... Made sense. I smiled to myself. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Strawman</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>The strawman fallacy is a very interesting one, where someone debating would distort the other person's argument and/or exaggerate it, then attack that alternate version in order to prove their own point. It is easy to fall for it when the person arguing is arrogant and loud-mouthed.<</s>> A simple explanation and a few minor examples later, <<light Ria>> called to me. <<s Ria>><<print $name>>. How about you and Robert having the first debate?<</s>> She smiled at me, calling me to the hat to pick out a topic. <<light Robert>>, the junior who worried about his position when I was introduced to the club, was going to face me in our arguments. Let's see what the topic will be. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Cancel Culture</h3></center> A delicate topic with intricate details, <<light Robert>> immediately chose to be against Cancel Culture, while I'd argue in favor of it. He seemed to already have arguments prepared for it, and was quick to go into his tirade: <<s Robert>>One word, one action, one sentence. Often taken out of context, this is all it takes to have someone canceled in our society, and immediately bashed by their peers and the public alike. And then, an apology video, crawling on all fours, and a struggle to get things back to the way they were, often met with acceptance and forgotten past grievances. What is the point of cancel culture, and why should it exist in a society that is filled with many different layers and colors?<</s>> He opened up the topic, pulling me along to try and keep up with what was happening, and how to keep up with the issue and topic. I quickly stabilized, trying to give counter-arguments that specifically dealt with his claims, biding my time before the fallacy. <<s Author>>You're the one who pointed out that it is the person's own words that are used against them. It is not something that they didn't say, but rather what they indeed did, that puts them under the harsh, unflattering spotlight.<</s>> <<s Robert>>So then what you're saying is that people need to be held accountable to every single word they say, no matter the circumstances, is that right? It doesn't matter if the actor is playing a part that portrays a racist bastard, they're the one being racist! We need to cancel them! It doesn't matter if a social justice warrior is fighting for a greener planet, if they eat meat and are not vegan we should cancel them! Your attack against everyone for everything is exactly why cancel culture should cease to exist. Eventually you'll find something bad in everyone, and everyone gets canceled! One dick pic on their own phone, boom canceled. One playful word behind closed doors, boom canceled!<</s>> He had momentum, talking as he gathered everyone's attention on him. <<s Robert>>No! This argument should not stand! Enough with cancel culture. Attacking everyone is not the way, we need to be accepting, embracing people's differences. That's the only way we can have an equal and just society, by treating everyone as equals!<</s>> Applause, hollering... His straw man false argument got a powerful reaction from our fellow debatees, effectively taking away the winds from my sails. I felt tricked into the corner where I found myself as he high-fived a friend. <<light Ria>> clapped along, smiling in reaction. <<s Ria>>Great fallacy, Robert. But also a great point. We can work with that.<</s>> //Great point? Should we really be accepting of everyone in our world?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Slippery Slope</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>An avalanche starts with a single drop of snow. So does a slippery slope. Imagine throwing a snowball, a small argument, and growing and growing the situation it depicts until there is no stopping the huge avalanche that follows. The slippery slope fallacy is basically that, imaginative what-ifs that turn into disaster, all to prove a point.<</s>> There weren't that many people in today's session, and as such, I decided to take on <<light Eva>> is our argumentative discourse. We had to pull from the hat to discover what topic we'd be discussing. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Beauty Industry</h3></center> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/slippery-slope.jpg">>Seeing our topic, <<light Eva>> and I shared a look, and I immediately understood that she'd be arguing against the Beauty Industry, something she obviously had a lot to say about. I smiled as she begun: <<s Eva>>From animal testing to unattainable beauty standards to a distorted vision of what it means to be beautiful, the beauty industry has a lot of flaws that makes it more of a detriment to lives than a positive addition. Today, I will be arguing against this-<</s>> <<light Eva>> was really in her element in this particular debate, already having all the arguments prepared and ready to fight the good fight against a mortal enemy she had chosen for herself a while ago. Seeing her so emotive about such a subject brought some happy thoughts to my head, as I gave counter-arguments that paled in comparison to hers. I included the fallacy at one point claiming how stopping the beauty industry would bring an end to all other industries and to the economy as we know it. She however, was well-versed in her debate. <<s Ria>>Don't forget that you need to use the fallacy, Eva.<</s>> An observant president chimed in, watching my friend in her argumentation. <<s Eva>>Eum.. Yes..<</s>> She began, then her eyes lit up. <<s Eva>>What's more, is that make-up is a gateway. That's the biggest issue here. Women will start with that, and then they'll see that they need to pluck their eyebrows, and then change their hair color, and then shift their mannerisms, and then and then and then... Until they become an empty shell of their former selves, where they become vapid bimboes that look and act all the same, no opinion and no thoughts in their head. Makeup causes that.<</s>> Despite the fallacy, I could see that she truly believed her argument. There was an obvious disparity between thinking <<light Eva>> and arguing <<light Eva>>, and it was quite interesting to see that disparity. <<light Ria>> halted the debate there, congratulating her on her fallacy. <<light Eva>> gladly took the compliment, but I saw that there were still some sort of unmatched ideas in her head. As we walked out of our session, I felt like I had a choice to make. <div id='choices'><<link "Help her resolve that disparity">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">> I approached my friend as we made our way out of class, wanting to push my own agenda. <<s Author>>Hey Eva! Great job inside, you really were convincing in your fallacy!<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>Oh thank you! You were really good too hahaha!<</s>> <<s Author>>Imagine a bit of make-up made someone a bimbo, that'd be crazy!<</s>> <<s Eva>>What do you mean?<</s>> She asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>Well obviously it's an overreaction. A bit of additional beauty doesn't mean vapidness and stupidity! Your argument is the perfect example of a slippery slope. You can wear make-up without being stupid! Heck you can even be stupid without being a bimbo! But I'm sure you already know that.<</s>> I explained, driving the point home. She remained thoughtful. <<s Author>>Again, great job on the logical fallacy, I'm really loving these debates, I'm learning so much!<</s>> I announced before heading my own way, leaving her to her distorted thoughts. //Well on her way.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore it">><<replace "#choices">>Not caring to interject into <<light Eva>>'s personal life and thoughts, I choose to ignore the issue and keep walking, her fallacy-ridden head still encumbered. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Bandwagon</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>If everyone else is doing it, then there is nothing wrong with it! The bandwagon fallacy takes something commonly done as fact or acceptable even in some situation, even if it was wrong.<</s>> Noticing that we didn't quite understand her point, she elaborated: <<s Ria>>Everyone drinks coffee every morning, therefore there isn't anything bad about the addictive substance.<</s>> Realization setting, we got to work separating ourselves into couples to debate topics that we'd pull from a hat. I got paired with <<light Eva>>, my closest friend here. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Homeschooling</h3></center> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/bandwagon.jpg">>Having pulled out the topic, <<light Eva>> and I decided that in order to challenge ourselves, I would argue in favor of Traditional Education at schools while her argument would be in favor of homeschooling. Wanting to impress and do things differently, I decided to include the fallacy in my opening statement. <<s Author>>From when Charlemagne decided to hold classes in a building instead of from under the tree, the schooling system has spread across the globe to be the way of living, allowing parents to go to work while their children got formal, publicly available education, where they can learn about the world that surrounds them. Across the globe, in every country and even in tribal villages, you can find that system in place, a system that works and that allows for a vast, deeper knowledge. Schools have long been the superior system, followed across the world, to help bring education to younger generations. Even in our argument at the moment, we're debating as part of a school system. That tells you a lot about how well-respected and very beneficial such a system is.<</s>> My argument immediately collected laughs from the other members of the club as I made it, receiving thunderous applause afterwards for its simplicity. I basically made the argument for her by using the fallacy. <<s Eva>>Wait that's the fallacy?<</s>> She was confused. As someone who always believed in the school system in helping her move forward, <<light Eva>> still struggled to comprehend how this argument would be a fallacy. <<s Ria>>Yes. If everyone does it, it does not mean it's the best way forward for people. Formal education is often the only way people think of education, which makes it the go-to system. It doesn't mean it's the right system sometimes.<</s>> The president explained. <<light Eva>> and I later took our seats next to each other, and she remained thoughtful. I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"><<link "Talk to her about it">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Psst hey Eva, is everything okay?<</s>> I had decided to interject into her thoughts, help guide them. <<s Eva>>Oh yeah, all good. It's just this fallacy thing.. How can it be wrong?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's simple, really. We've always believed that the system is the right system to make everything work for us. If we study at school enough, like everyone else does, we'll reach our life goals. It's obviously not the case as is made apparent by the mail we received from the SA Office, soo...<</s>> <<s Eva>>You do have a point...<</s>> <<s Author>>Even the system that everyone follows is broken.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Exactly.<</s>> Now even more thoughtful with my intervention, I could see <<light Eva>> thinking about the topic with a new light. I smiled to myself with that development, before I got to thinking about myself. //The system is broken and all those years of education might've been for nothing... Where to go from here?// <<link "Go out to the library" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore it">><<replace "#choices">>Not caring to interject into <<light Eva>>'s personal life and thoughts, I choose to ignore the issue and keep walking, her fallacy-ridden head still encumbered. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Ad Hominem</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>Rather than argue against the topic or arguments that the other person presents, we sometimes want to attack their character in order to discredit them. In doing so, we often fall into the area of Ad Hominem, a fallacy that takes us away from the topic into the person debating the topic.<</s>> She smiles. <<s Ria>>It is often used by politicians who don't have something constructive to say, and instead attack the other politician's "values" or their personal lives.<</s>> The example she gave was quite on point, and I realized that such a fallacy is often used in dramatic settings, discerning it from real arguments is quite easy, if you have the right glasses. <<light Ria>> started by having couples go up to debate random topics pulled from a hat. Eventually, she joined someone else for a debate as she pulled from a hat. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Artificial Intelligence</h3></center> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/ad-hominem.jpg">><<light Ria>> had picked the topic of artificial intelligence and how it might evolve to the detriment of humanity. She chose to argue in favor of AI while the other person argued against it. <<s Ria>>Sticks and stones, caves and blood for coloring. This is what the world had before the invention of the wheel. Food, agriculture, transportation, and humanity evolved with the evolution of this piece of technology, which improved life and gave our ancestors longer life spans. And yet, my friend here would rather debate against the progress of technology, against evolution itself!<</s>> <<light Ria>> obviously had a natural charisma that she knew how to use in her arguments, making sure that we always were listening and knowing how to command a room with her presence. Whether one liked it or not, there was no denying that she had a natural gravitas that she knew how to use in order to get what she wanted. Finding a flaw in her to attack would be near-impossible. And the guy debating her struggled to even form comprehensive arguments, let alone attack her character. Her dominant behavior overwhelmed him easily, leading the conversation and constantly at the assault. I myself found it difficult to follow the arguments, at moments struggling to keep up with the information being shared. Eventually, she got to work on the character: <<s Ria>>Your fumbling and constant distractions explain a lot about the uses of technology, and AI in particular. Instead of losing yourself in your own arguments, you could've asked AI to create them for you. You could've used this technology to your advantage, yet you argue against it. It's for people like you that AI was created, people with obvious lack that need guidance and control.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Is she talking about me?">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My own insecurities also attacked, I felt worthless as she continued her argument. <<s Ria>>Instead of fighting against the technologies that are supposed to help you because of personal insecurities, you should embrace your weaknesses and work on improving them, moving beyond your own self-imposed obstacles in order to move towards a more peaceful existence with the technology that exists to aid you. Your future is by asking for help and admitting that you are lacking.<</s>> Wow. Her relentless attack really stirred something in me as I took in the odd information she shared, forgetting the exercise and embracing her words. //Maybe I am weak and in need. Maybe I do need guidance from betters, even if it is AI...// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Appreciate the intricacies of her Ad Hominem">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled as I noticed that her argument was a fake one, just to send forward the fallacy at play. The person arguing with her was not aware of that though, as her words still cut deep: <<s Ria>>Instead of fighting against the technologies that are supposed to help you because of personal insecurities, you should embrace your weaknesses and work on improving them, moving beyond your own self-imposed obstacles in order to move towards a more peaceful existence with the technology that exists to aid you. Your future is by asking for help and admitting that you are lacking.<</s>> Her relentless attack had a strong effect on the guy, who decided to simply give up and sit down. As <<light Ria>> explained how she was using the fallacy, I could still see him shaken by the arguments he had received. Poor guy. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not smart <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: False Dichotomy</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>Black or white, that was the world that-<</s>> Interrupted with her explanation, <<light Ria>> looks at the door to our private room, where a white man in a hoodie stood requiring her attention. She excused herself and stood out to talk to him. <<s Author>>Who's that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Her boyfriend. He doesn't usually come here preferring to spend his time gaming.<</s>> <<s Author>>He looks old-ish?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Ah yes he's a college student. Second year.<</s>> I raised an eyebrow at the revelation. It was always interesting to stumble upon information about people you know. <<s Eva>>He's like a puppy though, always eager to help her. I'm surprised you haven't seen him before, he always picks her up after club.<</s>> She smiles. <<light Ria>>, having ended her conversation with her boyfriend, went back in to address us. <<s Ria>>Sorry about that, Robin always likes to check up when the internet's down at his house.<</s>> Some laughed at the joke, before she got back to her explanation: <<s Ria>>As I was saying... Black or white, male or female, us or them... A false dichotomy is when the argument suddenly winds down to two options, no middle ground and no other option. You're either with us or against us, there is no in between. This is a war! Choose sides!<</s>> Her voice rose, before it went back down: <<s Ria>>That's when people fall for the fallacy that is False Dichotomy, since we live in a gray world and there is always a myriad of options to choose from.<</s>> She looked around, and chose me to go up in front of the rest. <<s Ria>>We're not picking from the hat this time. I'm trusting you to come up with an argument and string me along with it, still following the guidelines of the class of course.<</s>> I thought about what I could do to get her to believe the argument, and my idea behind it. <center><<if $bbcworld gte 5>><<link "Black or White?">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Interracial Relationships</h3></center> I had my idea, and if I went about doing it right, I might stir up something in her... <<s Author>>We've always been a society that loves to separate people in order to better control them. Whether it pits social classes against one another in order to benefit the elites or whether it creates and maintains a two-party political system to keep the control over your choices, the governing body we have created and accepted for ourselves has always been one that is unjustly skewed to create a separation between the members of our society.<</s>> I began my argument, not quite wanting to immediately jump into the topic firsthand as I wanted to lull her into a false sense of confidence. <<s Author>>However, things are not always what they seem when it comes to this control. There are activists and social justice warriors that constantly fight back against that oppressive system that claims an us against them mentality, constantly looking for more inclusive societies where people can work together rather than against each other.<</s>> <<s Author>>And there are other people,<</s>> I continued, <<s Author>>who prefer to keep the same system in work, upholding its values and continuing this oppression by perpetrating it.<</s>> I went for the kill. <<s Author>>These people would rather keep the rich rich and the poor poor, to not create a social unrest. These people would rather one evil president over the other, no matter their true agenda, because "The other guy is worse!". These people would rather keep marrying people from their own race just because that's the way things are and that's the kind of message that they prefer perpetuating.<</s>> I had everyone's attention, and I had to admit I was even convincing myself. <<light Ria>> and <<light Eva>> both listened intently at what I had to say next. <<s Author>>The question I now ask you, one whose answer is supposed to bring you peace and understanding, and self-reflection. Which of these people are you? The ones that advertise injustice and separation, or the ones that would rather create a more equal, more understanding world? What kind of society are you looking to build? One where anyone can be whoever they want to be, where black and white mix in a beautiful array of grays or one where white stays white, black remains oppressed, and society keeps lying to itself about its intentions? Look into yourself.<</s>> I looked at <<light Ria>> to give her the next line, my actual intended receiver of the speech finally being addressed: <<s Author>>Look into your relationships, your ideologies, and really think of what you can do to create a more accepting world.<</s>> I kept silent, my speech immediately followed by my fellow debaters applauding my argumentation, having forgotten about the fallacy or the assignment. <<light Ria>> looked thoughtful and confused. <<s Ria>>The fallacy...<</s>> She was thinking of the assignment, yet I could see that my argumentation had struck a particular nerve. <<s Author>>Is that the position of people is black or white, either a savior of society or its doom. Either you're against us or against them.<</s>> I explained, and she remained just as thoughtful as before. Most were nodding by now, understanding how intricate the example I gave was. <<s Ria>>I see, yes...<</s>> She was overwhelmed. <<s Ria>>Wow that's a complicated, layered argument... I applaud you.<</s>> Glad to have impressed her and the rest of my club friends, I sat back in my spot, ready to participate in the rest of the session. Thoughtful <<light Ria>> however remained scattered in her thoughts for the remainder of it. I was glad. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "BBCWorld below 5">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 5>><<link "Straight or gay">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Sexual Orientation</h3></center> I had my idea, and if I went about doing it right, I might stir up something in people... <<s Author>>Life has always been defined by duality. Whether it is race or gender, we all know that there is little gray area. You are born male or female, black or white, and that's what life brings you, with struggled common between you and the members of your sex or race.<</s>> Gender was obviously more than these two, but I quickly moved on to distract from that initial false dichotomy to the one I really looked to implement. <<s Author>>Duality has always been defined in society and in the animal kingdom, where most animals usually choose one partner to mate with for life. Their relation based around the offspring they bring to the world. However, it is not always just a male and female that engage in such relationships. Sometimes, one might find two male penguins being lovers like what happened at a certain zoo a while ago. Humans in particular have quite the active gay and lesbian community. And it's entirely natural. Not a choice, but born with it.<</s>> Time to spring the trap. <<s Author>>An oppressive society, however, often shuts down these queer orientations, and represses them, often causing problems to ones that do not conform to a heteronormative understanding of sex and gender. This oppression not only puts them at a disadvantage when it comes to fighting their own self-prejudices, but also in finding love and partnership. This oppression causes people like you and me to ignore these different urges to favor these which favor a more hetero expression. And so I ask you... Eva.<</s>> I turned to my friend, wanting to finally drive the point home. <<s Eva>>Me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Have you ever had the stray thought, the small whim, of I don't know, kissing another girl? Just to see what it felt like?<</s>> I asked, looking her in the eyes and then allowing my eyes to drift down to her lips, enticing her to do the same. She did, her own stealing a glimpse of my lips before quickly moving back up to see me. <<s Eva>>I mean...<</s>> She hesitated, yet I continued. <<s Author>>Never thought what it would feel like to be with a woman?<</s>> I teased, allowing my hand to drift to my hair and play with it for a bit. <<s Eva>>Sure, everyone has..<</s>> She answered. I turned to <<light Ria>>, hoping she'd answer too. <<s Ria>>Women are hot, yes.<</s>> <<s Author>>That oppression. That societal attack to your true nature, pushes you away from your true orientation, and forces you to be straight regardless of who you truly are. And what you truly are, deep down, is a lesbian who actually is attracted to other women yet never admits it to herself, preferring to comply to the straight agenda and take up boyfriends or whatnot to portray that image.<</s>> I gave it my final push, a dig at <<light Ria>>'s relationship. <<s Author>>Let go of the prejudices, and accept that deep down you're gay for women, and not straight.<</s>> I mean, they might be bi, but we're using false dichotomy right? It's not like <<light Eva>> has ever been with a guy though... I finished my argument, immediately receiving applause from my fellow debatees, one even mockingly calling out "GAAAAYYYY" while laughing. <<light Ria>> smiled, clapping along. <<s Ria>>Great argument, <<print $name>>. Gay or straight, no in between. And if one finds women even remotely attractive, they're lesbians. Smart.<</s>> She laughs as she explained the argument to those who didn't understand it. I took back my seat, my eyes drifting to look at <<light Eva>>, who furtively pulls hers away from me. She seemed thoughtful for the rest of the class, my argument really having its impact on her. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Queer below 5">><</if>> <<link "Top or bottom">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Who wears the pants?</h3></center> I had my idea, and if I went about doing it right, I might stir up something in people... <<s Author>>Times change, new information comes to light, and science evolves our understanding of humanity and its different intricacies.<</s>> I began my argument with a vague premise, looking to slowly integrate my main point. <<s Author>>But often, with new information, old terms and classifications are retired in favor of new ones. In the past, we used to be separated between The Gays and The Straights. Those terms however mean very little nowadays as we have moved on from this petty struggle. Long ago, it was about man or woman, and how each has defined gender roles that they should abide to. Nowadays, gender roles are morphing and changing, allowing for gray areas as women keep contributing to the workplace and men are becoming stay-at-home dads.<</s>> Time to spring my trap. <<s Author>>Yet there is one classification, one explanation to social dynamics and how people interact, that would still hold the trials of time, as it not only defines romantic relationships but also interpersonal ones, where people can always rely on it to better understand themselves and how they interact with people.<</s>> I turned to look at <<light Eva>>, ready to go in for the kill. <<s Author>>Are you submissive or dominant?<</s>> I began, giving a small silence that my friend wanted to answer in before I continued promptly, pushing for the false dichotomy. <<s Author>>You're one or the other, you prefer to lead or follow. There isn't much debate that in every social dynamic, there is a dominant and a submissive, and neither of these terms should be taken as an insult.<</s>> I turned to look at <<light Ria>>. <<s Author>>The president of the club here is obviously dominant, top of the club ad in control of what we're doing. You can see the confidence in her clearly. I have no doubt that she's the one who wears the pants in her own relationships... And if she doesn't, then there is obviously something at play in that relationship that contradicts her true nature.<</s>> Plant seeded. People laughed at my statement, which elicited a laugh from <<light Ria>> even. <<s Author>>One or the other, sub or dom. There is no gray area, and once you understand yourself, you'll know what kind of dynamic you'll use with all others.<</s>> I finished my speech, receiving some applause as I looked at <<light Eva>> intently. I hope the message was received. <<s Ria>>Beautiful example, <<print $name>>! This false dichotomy forces a person to choose sides, not quite understanding the spectrum...<</s>> The rest of the session went smoothly, yet I could see that most persons there were self-evaluating and thinking of where they fit on the spectrum. I smiled to myself at this new development. <<if $subdom gt 0>>//After all, I knew from myself that I leant more on the dominant side, and I got a nice thrill imagining controlling this crowd into doing my bidding... Or voting for me as prom queen when the time comes...//<<else>>//After all, I know from myself that I leant more on the submissive side, and I imagined how thrilling it would be to serve this crowd here, especially in order to gain their votes for my hopes to becoming prom queen.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </center></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>~ Quarter Finals ~</h2></center> <center><h3>Topic: Should Homeworks be Banned?</h3></center> <<s Author>>As such, homeworks are an essential aspect of school life and should not be banned, but rather better implemented even in the most minute of classes.<</s>> I wrapped up my argument beautifully as I addressed the club, having made my argument in front of the lot of them. I could see a few of them nodding their heads, agreeing and accepting my logic behind the arguments, having made sure that I wouldn't fall into any of the fallacies we had learned in earlier classes. Now, however, it was his time to give his argument before I had to give my counter-argument. A decision soon looming over my head on whether or not I should accept defeat at his hands for the chance of a knowledge that I must be lacking... <<s Robert>><<print $name>> here would have you believe that homeworks are an essential aspect of school life. And her arguments, while arguably dubious at best<</s>> (they weren't, I made sure of it)<<s Robert>>, come from a very particular characteristic that needs to be addressed.<</s>> I had no idea where he was going with this. <<s Robert>>Individuals that are labelled as "book smart" have always looked to lord their superiority over others through the use of their skewed advantage in writing and memorizing meaningless information. These individuals, often at the top of their classes, also soon thereafter end up with no people skills. High book IQ, low interpersonal skills. These people, like <<print $name>> here, look to extend their advantage for as long as they can, resorting indeed to this cheap trick of homeworks, making their very specific kind of intelligence last longer.<</s>> It was clear as day, this man was using a huge fallacy, Ad Hominem, by attacking my character and the character of people like me, "book smart" individuals, instead of arguing agains the homework itself. Yet he was quick to cover it. <<s Robert>>Homeworks have shown no clear benefit except to dishearten and push down individuals that do not have this specific type of intelligence, giving an unfair advantage to the "book smart" individuals even beyond the school scheme, and allowing them even more room for growth and improvement, simply because they follow the set example of their societies. This kind of imbalance is exactly why homeworks need to be banned, allowing individuals more breathing room to grow and discover themselves beyond the school setting.<</s>> Fucking dumb. His argument was weak at best, and he knew it. Yet I was faced with a clear dilemma. Let it pass and allow him the room to just win, or actually stand true to my character and face him for it. If I was to let it slide, there would be no doubt that I was letting him win. It was either that or I would be showing myself as a fucking failure who doesn't understand even the most basic of debate concepts, and one that we had been learning for a while now... <div id='choices'><<link "Let it slide">><<pickup $springbreak "Robert Reveal" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//Fuck it. I'm playing the long game.// <<s Author>>Eum.. I.. Homeworks are important because they help students learn...<</s>> I intentionally stuttered in my counter-argument, receiving a few scoffs from my clubmates by doing so. <<s Robert>>See, no interpersonal skills.<</s>> Seriously, this guy needs to calm it, I was giving him what he wanted. Though something happened that surprised me... <<s Ria>>Robert is disqualified.<</s>> The president, <<light Ria>>, spoke up. <<s Robert>>Hold on, what?<</s>> My rival asked. <<s Ria>>Ad Hominem. Big fallacy, and one we went over.<</s>> She explained, calling out the thing I chose not to. <<s Ria>>Even if she didn't call it out, it still happened, and it's still against the rules of debate.<</s>> <<s Robert>>Bullshit.<</s>> He said. <<s Ria>><<print $name>> wins.<</s>> The head of the club announced. <<light Robert>> left with angry steps as she approached me. <<link "Talk to her" "DC Quarters">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't give him the satisfaction">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I would not give that asshole the satisfaction of my compliance. <<s Author>>I wish I could stand idly by while you use fallacies to push for your arguments, Mr. Ad Hominem,<</s>> I started out, receiving a few shuckles, <<s Author>>But homework give opportunity for people who are not "book smart" as you call them to take their studying at their own pace, to relieve of the pressure of the classroom, to...<</s>> My arguments carried over, making the whole club stand by me when the time came for them to choose who won. It was a fell swoop, and one that my rival could not handle, giving me a heavy stare before walking out of the room. <<light Ria>>, the club president, approached me by the end of the session. <<link "Talk to her" "DC Quarters">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $springbreak.has("Robert Reveal")>><<pic Ria>><</pic>> <<s Ria>>I don't know what you're playing at, <<print $name>>, but you better step your game up.<</s>> As she spoke, it was clear that <<light Ria>> revelled in her position of power. <<s Ria>>I allowed you to win this time, you better prove me right.<</s>> I simply nodded, appreciating the unrequited gesture, thinking of what it would mean when it came to my agreement with <<light Robert>>. <<s Ria>>You're debating against Eva next time. Be ready.<</s>> She announced. With her moving away, I was quick to follow the arrogant man outside. <<s Author>>You didn't have to go so hard.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Robert>>Yeah, yeah. It felt good so I don't fucking care.<</s>> He announced. <<s Author>>Yeah but you lost.<</s>> <<s Robert>>Exactly. So I don't owe you anything.<</s>> What a fucking asshole. <<s Author>>You're an asshole.<</s>> <<s Robert>>As if that's news to me.<</s>> As he walked away, I couldn't help but feel disappointed by how things turned out. Not only had I lost the chance of fidning out more about my true rival for the prom queenship, but I also had embarrased myself in front of the whole debate club. A truly annoying event. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>> <<else>><<pic Ria>><</pic>> <<s Ria>>Impressive work, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She spoke with a clear smile on her face. <<s Ria>>I knew you had it in you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thanks, Ria. I am happy I was able to use what you taught us.<</s>> The smile she gave me then and there told me that I said the exact right words to stroke her ego. <<s Ria>>I hope you can carry that victory even further. You're debating against Eva next time. Be ready.<</s>> She announced, before moving away. //This will be quite the interesting showdown!// <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>~ Semi Finals ~</h2></center> <center><h3>Topic: Should abortion be legal?</h3></center> <<if visited() is 1>><<if $smarts gte 40>><<add "dcsemis" 1>><<s Author>>There is no denying that the topic at hand is a heavy one, filled with strong emotions and deep beliefs. However, we are gathered today to look at facts, not at emotions. As such, let's discuss facts:<</s>> I was speaking with clear intent as I defended the choice of abortion while my competition, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">>the bimbo <<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, was arguing against it. If I spoke everything correctly and found the right arguments, I would get her exactly where I wanted. <<s Author>>Furthermore, the United States have always been a country where religion and state were not connected. It was even one of the first reasons behind our independence from the British Empire all those years ago. Why then do we want to use religious concepts to explain legal matters? This approach is at its core flawed and would not stand as an argument in any way.<</s>> I had decided to beat her to it, to talk about religion in a negative light and disprove any of its arguments before she spoke of it, so that every argument she came up with related to it would be baseless.<<else>><<s Author>>Abortion is a difficult topic and a lot of people are related to it. I mean their lives are impacted by it in one way or the other. That is why it is an important topic to debate and talk about.<</s>> I was speaking with a decent amount of trepidation as I started my opening arguments, defending the choice of abortion while my competition, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">>the bimbo <<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, argued against it. If I spoke things right and argued correctly, then I had a chance to win... Although I could feel myself confusing my words and leading run-on sentences as I stated my arguments. <<s Author>>In addition to that, I have to say that religion is a personal thing, and should not be law. That is why when people who follow a religion like Christianity argue against abortion, their view is not valid because they are forcing their opinion onto others.<</s>><</if>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, going for her counter-argument, attacked that last idea first: <<s Eva>>Religion is one of the foundations of our society. It is something that helps organize people and give them meaning. Discrediting its teachings means discrediting billion of people's experiences around the world.<</s>> She said, somewhat emotional. <<s Eva>>I find it weird that <<print $name>> would argue against that, and put into question its teachings, knowing the positive impact it has had on many people's lives, and its preach of equality and acceptance. Of life.<</s>> I knew something was off, and I tried to find out what it was. And then it hit me. She was arguing about something entirely different, defending religion instead of arguing against abortions. There was definitely a fallacy in her logic, and one we had learned... What was it though? <<dark "❗Notice❗" "Case sensitive - Capitalize the first word (ex: Bandwagon).">> <center><<textbox "$debateanswer" "Fallacy Name" autofocus>><<link "Continue" "DC Semis">><</link>></center> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<if $debateanswer is "Red Herring">><<add "dcsemis" 1>><<s Author>>I object to this counter-argument. It's a fallacy and completely unrelated to the topic.<</s>> I made my claim intently. <<s Author>>Eva's argument carries a Red Herring, attacking organized religion instead of abortion. As my previous argument stated, religion and law should not be related, and neither are religion and abortion.<</s>> My friend was not thrilled with me calling her out, frustrated that I had found her on a fault. The rest of the debate club though was quite excited for it. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> had to quickly move along.<<else>><<s Author>>Objection, your honor! This is a fallacy called <<print $debateanswer>>.<</s>> I called out triumphantly, happy to have found a fault in my friend's argument. <<s Ria>>No, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The president of the club cut my internal celebration short. <<s Ria>>It's a Red Herring, but the fact that you don't recognize the name does not register in your favor.<</s>> My happiness quickly turned to sourness, and <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, noticing that she was caught lacking, decided to switch tacts.<</if>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<add "dcsemis" 1>><<s Eva>>So... Abortion is not only a sin.<</s>> She stumbled once more, <<s Eva>>I mean like... Abortion is something wrong because like why would you have sex before marriage and want to kill the baby?<</s>> No singular sentence has has as many flaws as my friend's did. <<s Eva>>As a woman, I need to take care of my body, just like I need to take care of any living organism inside of it.<</s>> There was definitely a tapeworm in my friend's head, eating away at her brain. Previous <<light Eva>> would never have fumbled the bag so hard. But in front of me stood <<light Belle>> the bimbo. I just hoped now that I'd done enough before to prove myself the victor, having mounted very solid counter-arguments against her very flawed arguments.<<else>><<s Eva>>Let's move beyond the fact that abortion is a sin, which to most would be a deal breaker. I won't argue religiously.<</s>> She said, quickly switching up her strategy. <<s Eva>>Abortion is a decision. A decision to take a life. While some extreme cases of abortion save the lives of the people doing it, the majority of abortions take place as more of a choice,<</s>> Her arguments, using numbers and facts, were exactly what the debate club was focused on, and exactly what true debates are about. Her exact arguments, clear words, well-defined explanations, were an asset that she made great use of. I just hoped I did a good enough job earlier to prove myself the victor, having strugled now to create strong enough counter-arguments against her very correct arguments.<</if>> <<link "Who won?" "DC Semis">><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 3>><<if $dcsemis gte 2>><<pickup $club "DC Semis Won" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 5>><<add "smarts" 3>><<add "reputation" 2>><<s Ria>><<print $name>> is the winner.<</s>> <<light Ria>> said unceremoniously, <<s Ria>>She'll face me after the spring break for our finals.<</s>> Just like that, I had made it through yet another step of the debate club, earning the respect of even more of my fellow club members. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>>, less thrilled, walked out sadly. I followed her. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Author>>Hey Belle... I'm sorry for this.<</s>> I hesitantly said. My friend smiled at me. <<s Belle>>The right person won, darling.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Belle>>Besides, I don't think that the debate club is for me anymore.<</s>> <<s Author>>I still like spending the time with you!<</s>> I tried to keep her in. <<s Belle>>Oh I'll keep coming, though maybe for other reasons.<</s>> Whatever reason it would be, I could only hope <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>>it would involve me as her secrret partner<<else>>I'd be somehow part of it<</if>>. Was this a turning point for my friend, brought along simply because I needed to win? What did it mean for the future? //If she wanted to win then maybe she shouldn't have become so dumb in the first place, honestly.//<<else>><<s Author>>Hey Eva... Sorry for this...<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's okay,<</s>> She shrugged, <<s Eva>>I... You were really good, and though I gave it my all you still were better than I was.<</s>> <<s Author>>I.. Your praise means a lot, seriously.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Eva>>Maybe debates are not for me after all.<</s>> She joked, <<s Eva>>Or diplomacy for that matter.<</s>> She walked away, leaving me behind. I didn't expect her to be so at peace with this... Like she felt I deserved it more... I felt bad for my friend, but happy for myself in getting through this step.<</if>><<else>><<pickup $club "DC Semis Lost" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 5>><<less "smarts" 3>><<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<add "bimboenvy" 2>><<s Ria>>Eva is the winner and better debate member.<</s>> <<light Ria>> said unceremoniously, <<s Ria>>She'll face me-<</s>> <<s Belle>>I go by Belle now.<</s>> My bimbo friend - and better debater - argued. <<light Ria>> looked at her incredulously. <<s Belle>>And I'll defeat you next time, for sure.<</s>> She added. There was an interesting energy in the air, as <<light Belle>> was celebrating her success and subtly controlling the action in place. And when she approached me, I couldn't help but praise her. <<s Author>>Congrats, Belle. You deserved the win.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Belle>><<print $name>>... You lost to me of all people... Are you sure you wouldn't enjoy being a bimbo like me more?<</s>> Her question came in a beautiful whisper, sending thrilling shivers down my spine. //Maybe I do deserve to be a bimbo... Maybe I do crave it...// <<else>><<s Ria>>Eva is the winner and better debate member.<</s>> <<light Ria>> said unceremoniously, <<s Ria>>She'll face me next week for our finals.<</s>> Just like that, I had been defeated in our debate club, as my friend received the accolade she well deserved. There was a big joy in her, like a long fought battle for identity starting to find its resolution. <<s Eva>>You gave me a decent fight.<</s>> She complimented me, truly happy to be proven winner, to have proven to herself that she still had what it takes. Doubts were alleviated from her, but landed on me, as I revised where I might have went wrong... <<if $smarts lte 30>>Was I too stupid for this club?<<else>>Was my heart really into this whole thing in the first place?<</if>> Regardless, it was nice to see my friend embrace her brains once more, a truly fantastic person with pure intentions.<</if>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<set $dcfinals to 0>><<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <<s Ria>>Unfortunately it won't happen this week.<</s>> <<s Robert>>Is that because you're not prepared for it, Ria?<</s>> <<light Robert>>, sassy as always, decided to call out <<light Ria>> on her decision to postpone the internal debate finals for one week, a controversial decision to say the least. <<s Ria>>Well listen first of all no one's really interested in this, we're just doing it for the fucks of it.<</s>> She said, <<s Ria>>Second of all we all know just how important things have just become, what with the prom prospects announcement and everything.<</s>> She had a point, as both our names were on the contention for the prom queen crown, and we each needed to prove ourselves more. <<s Ria>>It's quite simple really, we need the research for a fair competition that's all.<</s>> She said. <<s Ria>>That's why we're about to suggest the topics for it now, and give me and my opponent time to formulate our arguments and counterarguments.<</s>> Her logic was sound. <<s Ria>>What's more, is that I will need to give more challenge to our competition. We'll be having three rounds of debate on three different topics. The first, I will choose, the second, my opponent will choose, and the third, you all will choose but will keep a secret from the both of us. This will be a surprise on the day of the debate to see how we react on our feet.<</s>> <<s Robert>>You talk to much. How about you share your debate topic decision, since you've had a lot of timw for it?<</s>> He said to her, once more taking control. <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>Maybe it was because of the secret that he had shared with me at spring break, but <<light Robert>>'s arrogance could not be denied now, his knowledge bringing him a sense of power that I knew he was enjoying. <<light Ria>> was unaware of his knowledge though.<</if>> <<s Ria>>My topic is going to be a straightforward one.<</s>> She claimed. <<s Ria>>Sexualization of women in media.<</s>> That was an odd topic to choose in the academic setting, the prim and proper <<light Ria>> deciding on it felt wrong. <<s Ria>>I will be debating against it and you will be arguing for it.<</s>> She added. <<if $club.has("DC Semis Lost")>><<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">>Her eyes pierced <<light Belle>>'s, this one's more vapid stare a bit less interested in everything that was happening around her. She might have been a prom prospect, but my friend had long left the true debate life behind, and it was now showing more and more. She shrugged, accepting the challenge with open arms. <<s Eva>>What prude would argue against sexualization?<</s>> She asked with true conviction. I knew that there was little way she'd be able to stand up to <<light Ria>>'s authority, or argue against her, but was hoping it would come out fine for her. <<s Eva>>My topic will be about Cats versus Dogs.<</s>> She said with confidence. <<s Ria>>What?<</s>> The president was not expecting that. <<s Eva>>You'll argue for dogs and I will argue for cats.<</s>> A highly unusual choice, indeed, was being made by my vapid friend, as she announced her topic in front of the whole club, a certain sense of uncertainty rising in all of us as to how this entire thing could ever be balanced. And I cursed myself internally... How did I not defeat her in the Semis? Was I dumber than that? The two opponents turned towards the rest of the club, expecting something from us. <<s Ria>>The last topic is yours, you can debate about it among yourselves.<</s>> She said. With that, the rest of us turned towards each other, though <<light Robert>> was sure to lead the conversation, as the two contestants left the room momentarily. <<s Robert>>I think something related to Artificial Intelligence should be fine.<</s>> He argued. <<s stranger>>Maybe something about make-ups would be cool too. Eva - I mean Belle - seemed to struggle with it in the past.<</s>> <<s professor>>That's biased.<</s>> <<s stranger>>If she wants to win, she'd need to be able to let go of her personal opinion and argue in favor of something that she clearly stands against.<</s>> The person explained themselves, and I felt inclined to accept their logic... Though there was something off about it as <<light Belle>> had recently embraced painting herself like a whore as time progressed. They all turned to me. <<s Robert>>What do you think? AI or Make-Up? Which should be the topic we give them?<</s>> <<light Robert>> awaited my answer with a certain level of disdain, having lost to me in the Quarters and now expecting me to choose the secret topic for the Finals. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose AI">><<pickup $club "Finals AI" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Let's go with Robert's idea. AI.<</s>> I said to them then, receiving an acknowledging smile from him, as he seemed to appreciate my statement. <<s Robert>>It's decided then.<</s>> He said before he called to the opponents. <<s Robert>>We've made the choice on the topic.<</s>> He proclaimed. <<light Ria>> nodded her head in acceptance. <<s Ria>>Good. See you next week then.<</s>> Unusually for her, she left early from the room, leaving us all behind to pack up and leave. I felt odd about the way this all panned out, everything postponed in that way... <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Something is wrong. Follow Ria to spy on her" "DC PSB Interlude">><<addtime>><<pickup $club "Angela Secret" 1>><</link>><<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<dark "*" "I probably already know what's happening here">><</if>> <<link "Ignore it and do something else for the day." "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Makeup">><<add "bimboenvy" 1>><<pickup $club "Finals Makeup" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Let's go with makeup.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Belle argues for, Ria against. Test them out.<</s>> I wanted to give an advantage to my friend, despite her new vapid character, and I knew that this was the way to do it. <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>>After all, my bimbo lover was sure to reward me for such an approach down the line...<</if>> <<light Robert>> might have been giving me a nasty look, but eventually he accepted the group's decision before calling the two opponents. <<s Robert>>A decision has been made.<</s>> He proclaimed in front of them. <<light Ria>> nodded her head in acceptance. <<s Ria>>Good. See you next week then.<</s>> Unusually for her, she left early from the room, leaving us all behind to pack up and leave. I felt odd about the way this all panned out, everything postponed in that way... <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Something is wrong. Follow Ria to spy on her" "DC PSB Interlude">><<addtime>><<pickup $club "Angela Secret" 1>><</link>><<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<dark "*" "I probably already know what's happening here">><</if>> <<link "Ignore it and do something else for the day." "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>Her eyes pierced <<light Eva>>'s, this one's eyes matching her gaze with as much confidence as she could muster. <<light Eva>>'s brain was the thing she prided herself with most, and it was interesting to see her faced with the challenge brought by another person's brain. She was to argue against something that didn't seem to work for her entirely, and it was going to be a challenge for her to navigate for sure. I knew that it will be interesting to see her stand up to <<light Ria>>'s authority and argue against her, and figured I might like to help her prepare for the debate sometime. I made a mental note to keep an eye on the library to see if she'd need my help at any time. <<s Eva>>My topic will be about Cats versus Dogs.<</s>> She said with confidence. <<s Ria>>What?<</s>> The president was not expecting that. <<s Eva>>You'll argue for dogs and I will argue for cats.<</s>> A highly unusual choice, indeed, was being made by my smart friend, as she announced her topic in front of the whole club, a certain sense of uncertainty rising in all of us. There was a strategy behind her choice, I knew it, though I couldn't figure out what it was exactly. After all, there was a reason <<light Eva>> had gotten the better of me in the semis. The two opponents turned towards the rest of the club, expecting something from us. <<s Ria>>The last topic is yours, you can debate about it among yourselves.<</s>> She said. With that, the rest of us turned towards each other, though <<light Robert>> was sure to lead the conversation, as the two contestants left the room momentarily. <<s Robert>>I think something related to Artificial Intelligence should be fine.<</s>> He argued. <<s stranger>>Maybe something about make-ups would be cool too. Eva seemed to struggle with it in the past.<</s>> <<s professor>>That's biased.<</s>> <<s stranger>>If she wants to win, she'd need to be able to let go of her personal opinion and argue in favor of something that she clearly stands against.<</s>> The person explained themselves, and I felt inclined to accept their logic... If I didn't want my friend to win... They all turned to me. <<s Robert>>What do you think? AI or Make-Up? Which should be the topic we give them?<</s>> <<light Robert>> awaited my answer with a certain level of disdain, having lost to me in the Quarters and now expecting me to choose the secret topic for the Finals. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose AI">><<pickup $club "Finals AI" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Let's go with Robert's idea. AI.<</s>> I said to them then, receiving an acknowledging smile from him, as he seemed to appreciate my statement. <<s Robert>>It's decided then.<</s>> He said before he called to the opponents. <<s Robert>>We've made the choice on the topic.<</s>> He proclaimed. <<light Ria>> nodded her head in acceptance. <<s Ria>>Good. See you next week then.<</s>> Unusually for her, she left early from the room, leaving us all behind to pack up and leave. I felt odd about the way this all panned out, everything postponed in that way... <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Something is wrong. Follow Ria to spy on her" "DC PSB Interlude">><<addtime>><<pickup $club "Angela Secret" 1>><</link>><<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<dark "*" "I probably already know what's happening here">><</if>> <<link "Ignore it and do something else for the day." "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Makeup">><<pickup $club "Finals Makeup" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Let's go with makeup.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Eva argues for, Ria against. Test them out.<</s>> I wanted to challenge <<light Eva>>, see how much she could remove herself from her own character, and I knew that this was the way to do it. <<light Robert>> might have been giving me a nasty look, but eventually he accepted the group's decision before calling the two opponents. <<s Robert>>A decision has been made.<</s>> He proclaimed in front of them. <<light Ria>> nodded her head in acceptance. <<s Ria>>Good. See you next week then.<</s>> Unusually for her, she left early from the room, leaving us all behind to pack up and leave. I felt odd about the way this all panned out, everything postponed in that way... <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Something is wrong. Follow Ria to spy on her" "DC PSB Interlude">><<addtime>><<pickup $club "Angela Secret" 1>><</link>><<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<dark "*" "I probably already know what's happening here">><</if>> <<link "Ignore it and do something else for the day." "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><<else>>Her eyes looked to pierce mine, challenging me in their confidence, as I stood my ground. I had proven myself every step of the way, and I wasn't going to let her get the better of me. <<s Author>>I'm up for that, shouldn't be too hard.<</s>> I said as I smirked at her. //Two can play this game.// <<s Author>>As for my topic...<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "I choose AI">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I choose AI.<</s>> I announced. <<s Author>>I'll argue for it, and you'll be debating against it.<</s>> She nodded her head, actually impressed with my decision. In this topic, she'd proven multiple times her agility and ability to come up with sound arguments, and I was now challenging her in it. This ought to be good. <<s Ria>>I'm looking forward to it.<</s>> She said before turning towards the rest of the people there. <<s Ria>>We'll give you the room to decide on our last topic.<</s>> With that, we both stepped out of the room, an odd silence rising between us. Tension. <<s Ria>>You know,<</s>> She broke the tension, <<s Ria>>I'm truly looking forward to this.<</s>> I looked at her, trying to see any hint of sarcasm in her tone, and finding none. <<s Ria>>With this debate, I start the slow dismantling of this myth you've surrounded yourself with.<</s>> She stated. <<s Ria>>Angela was right, you're growing too arrogant for your own good.<</s>> I gave her a soft smile, appreciative of her shown weakness. <<s Author>>Glad to hear you've been talking about me.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'm sure it eats you up just how successful I can be if I put my mind to something.<</s>> Her stare grew even more intense if it could, as she tried to discern her next point of attack. <<s Author>>Don't bother thinking too hard, Ria. There's no point to it.<</s>> I said to her. If she could spit in my face, she would have, the way her lips were pursed. Though she wasn't able to get her voice in, as we were interrupted by an approaching <<light Robert>> who'd exited the debate room. <<s Robert>>We've made our choice.<</s>> He said, ushering us both back in. <<s Ria>>Fantastic.<</s>> The president of the club said as she walked into the room. <<s Ria>>I'll see you all next week.<</s>> With that, unusually for her, my rival just exited the room ahead of everyone else. An odd happening indeed. <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<light Robert>>'s eyes stayed on me though, a silent urge for me to stay as he seemed to want to say something to me. My mind went back to our last interaction, in Spring Break, where I had to pay a price for information, and I made the connection. He wanted me to stay behind for a bargain of the same... Though I could possibly ask <<light Eva>> for an answer, I considered my options, my mind still with <<light Ria>>'s strange departure... <<link "Stay behind with Robert" "DC PSB Robert Talk">><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Follow Ria to spy on her" "DC PSB Interlude">><<addtime>><<pickup $club "Angela Secret" 1>><</link>><<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<dark "*" "I probably already know what's happening here">><</if>> <<link "Just leave and study for the debate" "Library">><<add "dcfinals" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose make-up">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I choose Make-up.<</s>> I announced. <<s Author>>I'll argue against it, and you'll be debating for it.<</s>> She nodded her head, not quite liking my decision. There wasn't a true challenge in this, and I knew it. It was the whole point of that choice. <<s Ria>>I'm looking forward to it.<</s>> She lied before turning towards the rest of the people there. <<s Ria>>We'll give you the room to decide on our last topic.<</s>> With that, we both stepped out of the room, an odd silence rising between us. Tension. <<s Ria>>You know,<</s>> She broke the tension, <<s Ria>>I'm truly looking forward to this, despite your stupid topic.<</s>> I looked at her, trying to see any hint of sarcasm in her tone, and finding none. <<s Ria>>With this debate, I start the slow dismantling of this myth you've surrounded yourself with.<</s>> She stated. <<s Ria>>Angela was right, you're growing too arrogant for your own good.<</s>> I gave her a soft smile, appreciative of her shown weakness. <<s Author>>Glad to hear you've been talking about me.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'm sure it eats you up just how successful I can be if I put my mind to something.<</s>> Her stare grew even more intense if it could, as she tried to discern her next point of attack. <<s Author>>Don't bother thinking too hard, Ria. There's no point to it.<</s>> I said to her. If she could spit in my face, she would have, the way her lips were pursed. Though she wasn't able to get her voice in, as we were interrupted by an approaching <<light Robert>> who'd exited the debate room. <<s Robert>>We've made our choice.<</s>> He said, ushering us both back in. <<s Ria>>Fantastic.<</s>> The president of the club said as she walked into the room. <<s Ria>>I'll see you all next week.<</s>> With that, unusually for her, my rival just exited the room ahead of everyone else. An odd happening indeed. <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<light Robert>>'s eyes stayed on me though, a silent urge for me to stay as he seemed to want to say something to me. My mind went back to our last interaction, in Spring Break, where I had to pay a price for information, and I made the connection. He wanted me to stay behind for a bargain of the same... Though I could possibly ask <<light Eva>> for an answer, I considered my options, my mind still with <<light Ria>>'s strange departure... <<link "Stay behind with Robert" "DC PSB Robert Talk">><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Follow Ria to spy on her" "DC PSB Interlude">><<addtime>><<pickup $club "Angela Secret" 1>><</link>><<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>><<dark "*" "I probably already know what's happening here">><</if>> <<link "Just leave and study for the debate" "Library">><<add "dcfinals" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela1.jpg">> <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>I was not entirely surprised <<else>>It was a surprise <</if>>to see <<light Ria>> meeting <<light Angela>> in a secluded room of the library, just like the one we'd usually rent for our debate club sessions. I could see them through the slightly open door, them not realizing my presence. <<s Ria>>You're right. I should never have offered her the position in the club.<</s>> I was late to hear the debate club president's earlier comments, but could guess they were talking about me. <<if $club.has("Cheerleader")>><<s Ria>>But you did the same with her, didn't you?<</s>> <<s Angela>>This is different, I had her join to bring her down, not to prop her up.<</s>> She said, <<s Angela>>She brings nothing special to the Cheer Squad.<</s>><<else>> <<s Angela>>I didn't do the same with her.<</s>> The head cheerleader spoke, <<s Angela>>She's not part of my squad.<</s>><</if>> They were definitely talking about me<<if $club.has("DC Semis Won")>>, and I felt validated by the comments I made towards <<light Ria>> earlier<</if>>. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela2.jpg">> <<s Angela>>Besides, what are we really doing here?<</s>> The self-proclaimed queen bee looked around at the cards that <<light Ria>> seemed to have spread out on the table. <<s Ria>>We need a clue as to what to do about her, don't we?<</s>> These were tarot cards, I realized, as I looked at the spread in front of them as well. <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>And to think a part of me was expecting them to be playing together...<</if>> <<s Ria>>There will help us.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I'm not sure...<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela3.jpg">> <<light Ria>> closed the distance between them, speaking lowly in a whisper almost. Thankfully, my ear was trined to catch it all. <<s Ria>>I cancelled plans with my boyfriend for you, for this.<</s>> <<light Angela>> was looking at her with intensity, and I could see her breath catch a bit. The hard-headed cheer captain was a bit more maleable when listening to the debate club president's logic. <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>And I had a clear clue why that was the case.<<else>>There was a clear tension in the air between the two of them, as I looked on, trying to understand what <<light Angela>>'s reaction would be to that, to her boyfriend's sister's approach.<</if>> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela4.jpg">> <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>As I expected, not taking too long, I saw their lips clash against each other in front of me, the tension they felt mirrored in me. <<else>>I was stunned to see their lips crashing against one another's, a vision that I was not expecting, and an intensity that told me that they've been through this before. Their lips found one another with such comfort that I knew, they'd cheated on their boyfriends long before.<</if>> Yes, they were both cheating on their boyfriends with one another, and I didn't know which of them was the naughtier one, the president or the captain. On the one hand, one was cheating on her boyfriend with her brother's girlfriend; and on the other hand, the other was cheating on her boyfriend with his sister. In both cases, they were cheating on a man with a sexy woman. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela5.jpg">> I felt myself get more and more turned on as I witnessed that naughty interaction unfold in such clear images in front of me, a vision of beauty and sapphic naughtiness. And I liked watching it, I had to admit. Two of my rivals were engaged in a naughty affair, and I was a witness to it, information that would continue to be valuable way beyond a simple debate. <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela6.jpg">> Off came <<light Ria>>'s shirt, revealing her breasts to her cheating partner, as they looked deeply and longingly in each other's eyes. <<s Ria>>Still wish they were bigger?<</s>> She teased her lover with a naughty smile, her hands already working on the red shirt my rival wore. <<s Angela>>You know I like them big.<</s>> The naughty head cheerleader rose her hands to allow her lover to pull off her shirt. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela7.jpg">> <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>Just like before, the lovers were getting naked to play with one another in this public space.<<else>>The lovers were getting naked right there, articles of clothing quickly being removed as they played with each other.<</if>> I didn't quite know which aspect turned them on most, whether it was the fact that they were cheating on their partners with each other, or the fact that they were doing it with a woman, or the fact that they were doing it in public. I knew all of it was enticing to me in a sense, this naughty realization dawning on me as I saw them attack one another even more raunchily. <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela8.jpg">> Spreading her legs, sitting atop the tarrot cards that they had long forgotten about, <<light Angela>> saw her lover drift between her legs to lick her off. the moan she gave out would have alerted someone, except that someone was already there, watching them interact. I was beyond turned on by the sight that revealed itself to me. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela9.jpg">> Almost following her across the table, <<light Ria>> got to work licking her lover with needy motions, trying to get the best of the vocal person she was pleasuring. <<s Angela>>That's it... Right there.<</s>> The naughty cheerleader spoke. <<light Ria>> licked and prodded the woman's lips with her tongue, equally offering pleasure as she received it through the moans she'd hear. Soon enough though, positions were switched and pleasure was returned. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela10.jpg">> Sitting atop her lover, <<light Ria>> seeked pleasure of her own, her juices flowing from her. I watched with rapt attention as I saw her finger her lover, usually dominant, yet now adequately managed by the manipulative woman. The dynamics between them was interesting to me, as there was no clear lines as to who was in control. <<s Angela>>I need to rub.<</s>> As if a key word, they both moved into yet another position that seemed familiar to them as I watched them settle into a building pleasure. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela11.jpg">> Scisoring one another, the two lovers intensified their motions as they played with one another, their bodies moving in unison, each trying for deep pleasure as they brought each other closer and closer to orgasm. My two prom prospect rivals were there rubbing themselves against one another, <<if $springbreak.has("Angela Secret")>>and while I already knew their secret,<</if>> they were offering me a sight that would sure be fantastic to use against them. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela12.jpg">> <<s Ria>>Oh fuck yes, yes, that's it baby. That's the spot right there!<</s>> <<light Ria>> on one end, a woman that was good with her words, was using them to show how much pleasure her lover was offering her. <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela13.jpg">> And <<light Angela>> on the other hand, a hot Asian head cheerleader who knew how to use her body and move it erotically to get what she wanted - what she needed - who was now seeking an orgasm of her own. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/spy-angela14.jpg">> The two lovers brought one another closer to their inevitable orgasm on this late Monday night, as I watched their naughty interaction with eager appreciation. My rivals were constantly offering me amunition against them, though a part of me struggled to know what I was willing to do with it. After all, they did offer a hot sight. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</if>>

<<pickup $club "DC Finals Robert Proposal" 1>><<pic Robert>><</pic>> <<s Robert>>Congrats on the partner.<</s>> He said to me first as we remained the last two people in the room, headed towards the door to close it. <<s Author>>You really are the nosy type, aren't you?<</s>> I asked him with skepticism. The door now shut, he turned towards me. <<s Robert>>If there's one thing you can take from this club, it's that information is power.<</s>> He stated. <<s Author>>What you do with it is more important.<</s>> I said. He laughed at this. <<s Robert>>I'm doing you.<</s>> He simply claimed as he laughed at his own joke. <<s Author>>You ain't doing shit.<</s>> I said. <<s Robert>>Information is power, <<print $name>>. And I have it now.<</s>> I scoffed at him. <<s Author>>What happened in spring break was there. I have all the information I need.<</s>> I confidently uttered, not wanting him to think he had anything over me. He didn't. <<s Robert>>Oh of course, I know I wasn't the only one you slutted yourself out to.<</s>> He said, <<s Robert>>And I know that you crave to do it once more.<</s>> <<s Robert>>That's the information I hold, nothing else.<</s>> He simply stated. <<s Author>>So you'd tell me what topic you chose?<</s>> He scoffed. <<s Robert>>Don't play your hand too hard, pet.<</s>> He retaliated. <<s Robert>>Or you'll show where your interests lie.<</s>> He was smarter than he was letting on. Might not be the best person to debate against, but was definitely someone who knew how to play the game. <<s Author>>The thing in spring break was nothing.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Robert>>It was nothing, there is more.<</s>> He acquiesced. <<s Robert>>The question is, what are you willing to do for that information, pet?<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't call me that.<</s>> I shot back. <<s Robert>>What? Pet?<</s>> He asked, <<s Robert>>I thought you wanted me to help you.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not playing this game any longer.<</s>> I said clearly as I walked towards the door where he stood. He stepped aside, allowing me exit, an unusual move that destabilized me. <<s Author>>What are you doing?<</s>> I asked then. <<s Robert>>What does it look like I am doing?<</s>> He said, <<s Robert>>Letting you out, girl.<</s>> <<s Author>>Girl?<</s>> <<s Robert>>Which is it? Do you prefer I call you pet?<</s>> He asked, laughing a bit. <<s Author>>Oh go fuck yourself.<</s>> I said. <<s Robert>>That is not //good girl// behavior.<</s>> He claimed then as I opened the door. <<s Author>>What did you say?<</s>> I halted again, realizing that a part of me was playing into his hands, but my curiosity was peeked. <<s Robert>>I'll wait to see how willing you are for the information I hold. For my wisdom.<</s>> He stated. I stared into his eyes, trying to find some sort of knowledge or information in them that I could use for myself. I found a well-defended poke face staring back at me. Not allowing him to manipulate the conversation any longer, I decided to head out of there, thoughts swirming in my head. The thing at spring break was nothing compared to all he'd found out, and he also knew the group's topic for the next debate. All information I needed. But something else held way more importance in my mind, in this conversation we've had. His last trigger. My trigger. He used the two words. //Good girl.// How did he know? What does he know? <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>>

<<messaging Robert>><<themcon>>Hello <<print $name>><</themcon>><<them>>I think I've given you enough time to think about this entire thing.<</them>><<me>>Robert. What a displeasure.<</me>><<themcon>>You know it isn't.<</themcon>><<them>>So what will it be?<</them>><<me>>I haven't decided.<</me>><<them>>Time is ticking you know.<</them>><<me>>I don't care.<</me>><<themcon>>I'll make you care.<</themcon>><<them>>You have till the end of the night.<</them>><<me>>To do what?<</me>><<them>>You know what I'm expecting from a Good Girl like you.<</them>><<me>>I don't understand your angle.<</me>><<them>>You do, and we both know you do.<</them>><<me>>What do you know?<</me>><<them>>Enough.<</them>><<me>>I can tell the cops on you.<</me>><<them>>No evidence.<</them>><<me>>Do you really think that's the way to make an ally?<</me>><<themcon>>Who said anything about having an ally?<</themcon>><<themcon>>I only want a Good Girl.<</themcon>><<them>>And you're going to be her.<</them>><</messaging>>

<<s Angela>>I knew you nerd would be here studying.<</s>> I had not expected to see <<light Angela>> at the library, ever. And yet there she was, right in front of me in the odd corner of the library I had found myself in, smiling down at me arrogantly. <<s Author>>Angela. What are you doing here?<</s>> I asked the obvious question. <<s Angela>>Babe. I'm the distraction.<</s>> She gave me the most alarming of answers. <<s Author>>Aren't you supposed to hide that fact from me?<</s>> I asked her instead, not quite believing what I was hearing. Her sickeningly beautiful laugh, a bit more soft this time that we were in a public place, rose to meet my ears. <<s Angela>>The whole point of a distraction is to distabilize, babe.<</s>> She said then, her smile a bit too wide for my taste. <<s Angela>>And it seems to be working, you're talking to me and have forgotten about your stupid debate.<</s>> <<s Author>>Ria put you up to it.<</s>> I spoke some sense into the conversation. <<s Angela>>I didn't need much convincing, you know.<</s>> My rival explained, <<s Angela>>Not when she promised to back me up when all is said and done.<</s>> Them teaming up against me was not what I was expecting for Prom, and yet here was my rival stating it clear as day. <<s Author>>Why would she... Why would anyone do that?<</s>> I asked her, incredulous. <<s Angela>>Real recognizes real.<</s>> Her explanation made no sense, <<s Angela>>Ria knows I deserve it.<</s>> Danger. Alarm. Trap. <<s Author>>You're making a mockery of all of this.<</s>> I argued against her actions, though it didn't help me all too much. <<s Angela>>Yet you're doing the same with your "friends".<</s>> She countered then, <<s Angela>>Imagine the betrayal it would be if you joined Ria in endorsing me. To all of them.<</s>> //I would never.// <<s Angela>>You would never, I know.<</s>> She said, moving closer, and grabbing her seat in front of me, her dark brown eyes firmly watching mine. <<s Angela>>But imagine it for me, just for a second.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Are her eyes brown?">><<pickup $club "DC Finals Angela Win" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Studying her eyes, I barely registered her words, as she continued to speak in the periphery of my attention, her words lulling me in further. <<s Angela>>Imagine the beautiful shame, the deep betrayal. Someoen that they've put so much support and attention in, was suddenly doing something so uncharacteristic.<</s>> The brown of her eyes was like muddy dirt; and as I continued to watch it, it started to spread for me, welcoming me in. <<s Angela>>Imagine how their realization will hit them when they see that this is who you truly are.<</s>> It was like it was being bug open for me. Like I was being lulled in further and further. The words at the periphery, the brown on the sides, and the black in the middle a void that sucked me in. <<s Angela>>Imagine the thrill of losing control for me, of willingly losing to Ria first too.<</s>> A grave dug itself in the brown of her eyes, as her words played the melody of a funeral. The death of any hope that was or would ever be. Danger. Alarm. Trap. Longing. <div id='choices2'><<link "Lie down in my grave.">><<pickup $club "DC Finals Angela Dominance" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Her beautiful voice was met with another. <<s Author>>I... I could do it.<</s>> It was my voice, joining hers in my defeat as I saw myself in the black of her eyes, a soft, docile, compliantly defeated adversary, slowly sinking down into her void. <<s Angela>>Yes, you could. You could do it for me.<</s>> Her encouragement was not needed, but the sound of her voice brought beautiful relaxation all over me. <<s Angela>>You could let go, and tell Ria that she's victorious. You could let go, and tell everyone that I'm the one true Queen.<</s>> I was deep in her eyes, and she had me deep in her grave. <<s Angela>>Promise it.<</s>> Danger. Alarm. Trap. Home. <<s Author>>You are my queen. I promise.<</s>> The coffin closed, and my fate was sealed. //When I look back, this was the moment I had lost the crown.// <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Snap out if it.">><<replace "#choices2">>I realized the precarious position I had found myself in, my eyes deeply looking into hers as I saw my fate being morphed in front of me. <<s Author>>I... Will never yield.<</s>> I said then, snapping out of the reverie that she had somehow lulled me in. There was no magic, no powerful abilities. After all, we lived in the real world. There was just strength of character, and she'd not get the best of me just like that. <<s Angela>>Shame. I truly thought I got you.<</s>> She teased. <<s Angela>>Nonetheless, I know I've distracted you enough from your studies.<</s>> She said, <<s Angela>>Do you truly think that you'll be able to continue after this?<</s>> Her point was made, as I realized that I had all but lost that opportunity today because of her actions. The head cheerleader was truly a dangerous adversary to have, and <<light Ria>> worked for her. Did I have what it took to defeat her before then? <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Snap out of it">><<pickup $club "DC Finals Angela Lose" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I realized the precarious position I had found myself in, my eyes deeply looking into hers as I saw my fate being morphed in front of me. <<s Author>>I... Will never yield.<</s>> I said then, snapping out of the reverie that she had somehow lulled me in. There was no magic, no powerful abilities. After all, we lived in the real world. There was just strength of character, and she'd not get the best of me just like that. <<s Angela>>You're stronger than I thought you would be, I have to admit.<</s>> My rival said as she looked me over then, <<s Angela>>Maybe Ria never did stand a chance against you.<</s>> I was certain that my rival did not intentionally mean to offer me that kind of support, but her words suffused the rest of my studies as I set about confirming my knowledge ahead of the final debate, discovering new fallacies that <<light Ria>> had failed to teach us about. I had a weapon to use thanks to my control. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $club.has("DC Semis Won") and $evacharacter is "Bimbo">>I had to track her down to even get to talk to my friend. Long ago, it was really easy to find her, as her time in the library was constantly uninterrupted. Now, <<light Belle>> was hard to come by, always roaming about and up to no good. <<s Author>>Seriously, you have the attention span of a child with ADHD!<</s>> I called her out as I saw the odd outfit she wore, a sultry approximation of what a schoolgirl was supposed to look like. <<s Belle>>Don't be jealous.<</s>> She literally had no idea what I was saying to her, seeming even more stupid by the day. <<s Author>>Look Belle...<</s>> I decided to respect her chosen name, in a show of good faith, <<s Author>>I don't know what happened to get you here, but it's odd.<</s>> I admitted to her. <<s Belle>>You know I find your behavior quite strange.<</s>> She said then, stunning me. <<s Author>>My behavior?<</s>> I didn't quite understand her. <<s Belle>>Ever since I've leaned into this, ever since I've been doing these things that bring me genuine pleasure, you've started judging me, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She shared her point of view as I listened on, <<s Belle>>You've always thought you were superior to me, like you knew better, and yet you never stopped to consider that maybe I was also right in my own motivations.<</s>> I didn't think of things this way, but my friend was unrelenting. <<s Belle>>You led me down that path, but as soon as you found that you couldn't follow you fell back and watched as I continued to find my own pleasure away from you.<</s>> She said, <<s Belle>>And I don't know whether it is shame or jealousy, but it's really shitty behavior, you know.<</s>> I hadn't realized it, but she was right. Somewhere along the way, I had stopped being a supporter of my friend's freedom and started being the exact thing that we were working to fight against: A member of an unwelcoming, judgemental society. <div id='choices'><<link "Apologize for my behavior">><<pickup $friendsevents "Belle Apology" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry for my behavior, Belle.<</s>> I spoke with honesty and a small amount of shame coursing through me. <<s Author>>I got so caught up with what I could do for you that I didn't realize that I was working against you at that point.<</s>> I further elaborated. <<s Belle>>I... Honey it's okay.<</s>> My close friend said to me, kindness reappearing in her speech, <<s Belle>>I think the student has become the master in that case. There isn't much that you can teach me at this point.<</s>> I smiled at her claim, happy to see that confidence in my friend. Once shy, she was now in control of her destiny, and it was beautiful to see. <<s Author>>You think so?<</s>> <<s Belle>>Honey there's so much I could teach you right now you have no idea.<</s>> She further pushed her point, and I found myself seriously considering that statement. After all, there was something that I'd wanted to get an answer for for a while now. <<s Author>>Well there is one piece of information that you have yet to share with me.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Author>>Do you know what the third topic for the debate finals is?<</s>> Her smile grew wide as she realized the important shift in dynamics between us. <<s Belle>>Told you you'd need my help.<</s>> She teased, <<s Belle>>What are you willing to pay for it?<</s>> <<s Author>>What?<</s>> Was this a shakedown? <<s Belle>>Not money, of course, I got men to do that for me now.<</s>> She laughed, <<s Belle>>But how far are you willing to go?<</s>> The prospective Prom Queen was playing a political game, and one that I didn't quite expect her to know how to do. <<s Belle>>I see it in your eyes again. The judgement.<</s>> She warned, <<s Belle>>I'm not stupid. I made this choice willingly, to let go.<</s>> Her eyes sparked with a realization. <<s Belle>>That's it.<</s>> She said. <<s Belle>>You choose, willingly, to give me your panties right now, and I give you the topic for the debate club.<</s>> <<s Author>>My panties?<</s>> <<s Belle>>They'd fetch a high price online.<</s>> She explained non-commitedly. <<s Author>>So it is about money.<</s>> <<s Belle>>It's different like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Belle>>What will it be?<</s>> The question at the core remained, how far was I willing to go, and how much was I willing to show <<light Belle>> that I was starting to welcome her new character without shame? <div id='choices2'><<link "Give her my panties">><<add "bimboenvy" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Third Topic" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Belle Control" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I don't know what made the situation so hot. The fact that I was doing this in public, or the fact that I was doing this with <<light Belle>> again. As I looked into my friend's eyes, I quickly lowered my panties down my legs and removed them from my body, feeling myself bare against my clothing, and a thrill coursing through me. <<s Belle>>It's exciting, isn't it?<</s>> My bimbo friend asked me, and it seemed like there was recognition in there brown eyes of hers. <<s Author>>Thrilling.<</s>> I admitted to her as I handed over my panties. <<s Belle>>What do you like most? Paying for this information with your panties, or doing it here of all places?<</s>> She continued to pick my mind. And I was in too deep to stop now, a part of me loving that beautifully naughty game we'd engaged in. <<s Author>>The fact that you're leading me through it.<</s>> I finally admitted. The smirk on her face hid dangerous intent. <<s Belle>>Oh I have beautiful plans for you darling.<</s>> She said then, a naughty idea no wonder coursing through her mind. I was more than excited to follow her guidance down this new terrain, the master truly becoming a student in this newfound territory of sex and shame. Thankfully, my payment was met with its reward, as I discovered that they'd chosen "Cats Vs Dogs" as a topic for our final debate, with me debating in favor of cats. I had the upper hand over <<light Ria>> in that regards, but I knew deep down that I'd still have liked to pay the price even if it meant not receiving anything from it other than the thrill of doing it. <<light Belle>> was starting to open my eyes to a few things... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't.">><<replace "#choices2">>I was not willing to go down that path with her. <<s Author>>Belle... I have a partner.<</s>> I admitted to her. <<s Belle>>This is not about that.<</s>> She said, <<s Belle>>But I understand how you cannot see it that way.<</s>> The way she spoke, with such confidence in her knowledge, brought a strange thrill down my spine. I was seeing her regain control over her life in real time, my past observations null and void. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> <<s Belle>>So am I, darling.<</s>> She said to me then, as shame rose through me. I guess when it came to courage, <<light Belle>> had truly become the master compared to me. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stand my ground">><<replace "#choices">>I was not ready to concede to my friend, no matter what it took. And in that, I saw her face turn stern as she realized that I was going to hold on to my opinion of her. <<s Belle>>Very well then. It'll be even more delectable when I take that crown you so desperately seek away from you, and you realize that I was right about this whole thing from the start.<</s>> She claimed arrogantly, expressely showing her disdain of me and my behavior. Now was not a time to back down from my decision. I'd keep giving her hell for thinking she'd get the better of me. Even if it costed me my competition at the debate finals, the third topic never even addressed between us. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("DC Semis Won")>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Third Topic" 1>>Stars were aligning. As I saw <<light Eva>> sitting in her usual spot here and reading a book, I decided to approach her with the one question on my mind in the moment. <<s Author>>Are you willing to break the rules a tiny bit and share the last Topic for the Debate Club's Finals?<</s>> Moments later, <<light Eva>> was helping me research the third topic, "Cats Vs Dogs", with me debating in favor of cats. My ally was a fantastic one, and I felt lucky to be close to her. With that information, I now felt confident I had the upper hand over my rival in the upcoming competition. I'd just need to make sure that I studied and prepared enough for this debate. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("DC Semis Lost") and $evacharacter is "Bimbo">> I had to track her down to even get to talk to my friend. Long ago, it was really easy to find her, as her time in the library was constantly uninterrupted. Now, <<light Belle>> was hard to come by, always roaming about and up to no good. <<s Author>>Seriously, you have the attention span of a child with ADHD!<</s>> I called her out as I saw the odd outfit she wore, a sultry approximation of what a schoolgirl was supposed to look like. <<s Belle>>Don't be jealous.<</s>> She literally had no idea what I was saying to her, seeming even more stupid by the day. <<s Author>>Look Belle...<</s>> I decided to respect her chosen name, in a show of good faith, <<s Author>>I don't know what happened to get you here, but it's odd.<</s>> I admitted to her, not quite believing that she'd be here when she had a huge debate finals coming. <<s Belle>>You know I find your behavior quite strange.<</s>> She said then, stunning me. <<s Author>>My behavior?<</s>> I didn't quite understand her. <<s Belle>>Ever since I've leaned into this, ever since I've been doing these things that bring me genuine pleasure, you've started judging me, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She shared her point of view as I listened on, <<s Belle>>You've always thought you were superior to me, like you knew better, and yet you never stopped to consider that maybe I was also right in my own motivations.<</s>> I didn't think of things this way, but my friend was unrelenting. <<s Belle>>You led me down that path, but as soon as you found that you couldn't follow you fell back and watched as I continued to find my own pleasure away from you.<</s>> She said, <<s Belle>>And I don't know whether it is shame or jealousy, but it's really shitty behavior, you know.<</s>> I hadn't realized it, but she was right. Somewhere along the way, I had stopped being a supporter of my friend's freedom and started being the exact thing that we were working to fight against: A member of an unwelcoming, judgemental society. <div id='choices'><<link "Apologize for my behavior">><<pickup $friendsevents "Belle Apology" 1 "Belle Control" 1>><<add "bimboenvy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry for my behavior, Belle.<</s>> I spoke with honesty and a small amount of shame coursing through me. <<s Author>>I got so caught up with what I could do for you that I didn't realize that I was working against you at that point.<</s>> I further elaborated. After all, if she was truly stupid, how come she won the debate club competition Semis against me? Heck, if she was that stupid, what did it mean for me? <<s Belle>>I... Honey it's okay.<</s>> My close friend said to me, kindness reappearing in her speech, <<s Belle>>I think the student has become the master in that case. There isn't much that you can teach me at this point.<</s>> I smiled at her claim, happy to see that confidence in my friend. Once shy, she was now in control of her destiny, and it was beautiful to see. <<s Author>>You think so?<</s>> <<s Belle>>Honey there's so much I could teach you right now you have no idea.<</s>> She further pushed her point, and I found myself seriously considering that statement. I knew I had an important piece of information that my dear friend would really appreciate having ahead of her debate competition finals. <<s Author>>You know, I know the last topic for the debate club.<</s>> I said to her then. <<light Belle>>'s smile was wide. <<s Belle>>Don't worry darling, I've already figured it out.<</s>> Her wink was the last thing she gave me before she headed away from me, leaving me with the odd realization that I truly looked down and underestimated my friend. Here she was, making these big moves, while I thought she was just a dumb bimbo being abused by others. And now, she seemed to have the upper hand on her debate rival, already a couple of moves ahead of me on the race to the top of the throne battle. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stand my ground">><<replace "#choices">>I was not ready to concede to my friend, no matter what it took. And in that, I saw her face turn stern as she realized that I was going to hold on to my opinion of her. <<s Belle>>Very well then. It'll be even more delectable when I take that crown you so desperately seek away from you, and you realize that I was right about this whole thing from the start.<</s>> She claimed arrogantly, expressely showing her disdain of me and my behavior. Now was not a time to back down from my decision. I'd keep giving her hell for thinking she'd get the better of me. <<s Belle>>I don't know why you'd approach me today.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Belle>>I already know the third topic. Sucked it out of someone.<</s>> I was facing a dangerous foe, who wouldn't shy away from these tactics... //And I think I am losing.// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Third Topic" 1>>Stars were aligning. As I saw <<light Eva>> sitting there, studying for the upcoming debate club competition, I felt compelled to go and help her with it, as I sat next to her for the rest of this stretch of day, aiding my nerdy ally in her upcoming battle with the smartypants president of the debate club. After all, if she gains the upper hand over our common rival, my path to //Becoming Prom Queen// would prove to be much easier! I felt confident in <<light Eva>>'s abilities to face <<light Ria>>. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1 and $club.has("DC Semis Won")>>It was the moment of truth. The moment where it would be revealed who'd done all the right things to defeat their rival in our verbal confrontation in front of the whole club. The president of the club, someone who'd dedicated her whole life to debating and arguing against people, or the newcommer who'd only made it to the club this year and was now challenging her for that top spot. Beyond that, there was the fact that we were both prom prospects playing in my mind, as I thought of what to say to my latest rival before we walked into the finals of our debate club... <<if $club.has("Angela Secret")>>And though I had a secret weapon in my arsenal, one I could very well use against her, I tried to figure out if the best approach to this whole thing would be aggressiveness, or if I'd continue to be in control of myself even in these times of adversity.<</if>> <<if $club.has("DC Studying")>>After all, <<light Ria>> had not shyed away from sending my biggest rival to attempt to toy with me earlier this week and distract me in my preparations.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $club.has("Angela Secret")>><<link "Threaten to expose her Angela Secret if she doesn't let me win.">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Enemy" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Win" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Ria, it's very simple.<</s>> I said to the club president, <<s Author>>You let me win and it's all water under the bridge.<</s>> There was a palpable sense of unnerving anger emanating from my rival as she laid back and allowed me to brandish my victory across her, as I excitedly gave argument after another and saw her clearly pull back from calling out my fallacies. I'd have found the secret weapon against her, but I knew I now had a deadly enemy lurking in the shadows... //This will come to bite me in the ass on the long run...// <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "There's a secret I don't know about">><</if>> <<link "Wish her luck">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Ally" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Good luck in the debate, Ria.<</s>> I said to my rival, receiving a stunned look by her. <<s Ria>>Are you not going to mock me or...<</s>> She was surprised by my reaction to her rivalry. <<s Ria>>Good luck to you too, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said back to me after a moment, realizing that the dynamics were not what she thought them to be. Even if we were going to engage in a clear battle, we at least had dignity to preserve us. <<if $club.has("DC Finals Third Topic")>>And after all, I had a secret weapon that I was ready to use to my advantage, the theme of the third event, as I brandished my ears going into the debate.<<else>>I needed to keep my head on a swivel in the coming debate, as I didn't know what awaited me, in particular when it came to the third topic.<</if>> <<link "Move along to the debate" "DC Finals">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Talk with confidence. I am winning.">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Enemy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sure you've prepared too hard for this coming debate, Ria.<</s>> I challenged her before we went in for our ultimate encounter, <<s Author>>Too bad you don't have what it takes to defeat me.<</s>> My challenge issued, the arrogant smile that <<light Ria>> brandished was a sickening one. <<s Ria>>I knew you'd stoop low trying to face me. Too bad that you've decided to follow down that path.<</s>> She was less than excited to join my trash-talking, which had somewhat of a destabilizing effect on me. I might lose or win, but I knew that I wouldn't have her respect by the end of this... <<if $club.has("DC Finals Third Topic")>>And after all, I had a secret weapon that I was ready to use to my advantage, the theme of the third event, as I brandished my ears going into the debate.<<else>>I needed to keep my head on a swivel in the coming debate, as I didn't know what awaited me, in particular when it came to the third topic.<</if>> <<link "Move along to the debate" "DC Finals">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 1>>Standing outside of the room and about to go in, <<light Ria>> was looking at her notes one final time before she'd face off against her finalist at the club. The president against <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>my submissive<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>my fellow sub<<elseif $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>my partner<<elseif $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>>my secret partner<<else>>my friend<</if>>, that was going to be an interesting challenge. As I looked at her there, and her yes caught mine, I knew I'd need to address her before going in, though the approach was lost on me. Should I show grace and treat her with respect, or whould I use that opportunity to play some final mind games before I could ever influence the outcome? <<if $club.has("Angela Secret")>>Should I use my secret weapon now, my knowledge of what's between her and <<light Angela>>?<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $club.has("Angela Secret")>><<link "Threaten to expose her Angela Secret if she doesn't let her win.">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Enemy" 1>><<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<pickup $club "DC Finals Belle Win" 1>><<else>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Eva Win" 1>><</if>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Ria, it's very simple.<</s>> I said to the club president, <<s Author>>You let her win and it's all water under the bridge.<</s>> There was a palpable sense of unnerving anger emanating from my newest rival as she laid back and allowed the person I liked most here to brandish her victory across her, as I excitedly saw her give argument after another and saw her clearly pull back from calling out the fallacies they carried. I'd have found the secret weapon against her, but I knew I now had a deadly enemy lurking in the shadows... //This will come to bite me in the ass on the long run, though seeing <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>my submissive<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>my fellow sub<<elseif $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>my partner<<else>>my friend<</if>> happy was probably worth it.// <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "There's a secret I don't know about">><</if>> <<link "Wish her luck">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Ally" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey Ria good luck.<</s>> I said to the president of the club, the person that had invited me to join them all those months ago. <<s Ria>>I... Thank you <<print $name>>.<</s>> It was clear that she wasn't expecting this reaction from me as she took in my words with a decent amount of grace. In her eyes, there was recognition to the fact that I'd still shown respect even in this time of adversity. I smiled to myself as I headed into the room we'd always had, realizing that I was keeping true to my character even now that I was seeing my rival facing off with <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>my submissive<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>my fellow sub<<elseif $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>my partner<<elseif $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>>my secret partner<<else>>my friend<</if>>. <<link "Move along to the debate" "DC Finals">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<link "Talk with confidence. Belle is winning.">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Enemy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'd wish you luck, Ria.<</s>> I said to her with confidence. <<s Author>>But Belle is winning.<</s>> <<s Ria>>That bimbo stands no chance against me, and I will show you both what it means to be a leader.<</s>> The passionate president of the club said to me then, <<s Ria>>She no sooner will lose this than you both will lose your prom queen aspirations.<</s>> That last one got to me, as I realized that this enemy was more than keen to go for the crown I so coveted... <<link "Move along to the debate" "DC Finals">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Talk with confidence. Eva is winning.">><<pickup $thoughts "Ria Enemy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'd wish you luck, Ria.<</s>> I said to her with confidence. <<s Author>>But Eva is winning, you know it to be true.<</s>> <<s Ria>>Eva is already way past her prime, she stands no chance against me, and I will show you both what it means to be a leader.<</s>> The passionate president of the club said to me then, <<s Ria>>She no sooner will lose this than you will lose your prom queen aspirations.<</s>> That last one got to me, as I realized that this enemy was more than keen to go for the crown I so coveted... <<link "Move along to the debate" "DC Finals">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<else>><<if $club.has("DC Semis Won")>><<if $smarts gte 50 or $dcfinals gte 1>><<add "dcfinals" 1>>I had prepared well enough for my topic that the first part of the debate was a simple breeze, going through it expertly and securely, proud of my choice in this one and excited to see where things went next.<<else>>Even if I had chosen the first topic, I was thoroughly beat in it, unable to stand a chance against <<light Ria>>'s constant barage of arguments and called out fallacies. I dreaded how things progressed from there...<</if>> <<if $club.has("DC Finals Angela Win")>>As I tried to come up with arguments against my rival at the club, I realized that her decision to send a distraction on her behalf had paid off, as <<light Angela>> had clearly accompished what she'd set out to do. I was at a loss for words as I felt <<light Ria>>'s arguments lack a certain logic that I'd been unable to quite pinpoint, and I cursed myself for not having the strength of will to stand up to my bigger rival. It didn't help that people were judging me for my failure as it happened in real-time, feeling myself losing the support of the club in favor of the rival that was going to eventually back the head cheerleader... <<elseif $club.has("DC Finals Angela Lose")>><<add "dcfinals" 1>>I'd truly studied well for this moment, as I allowed myself to embrace the challenge of standing up to my rival, and came up with argument after argument in the topic that she'd picked up herself. While she'd counted on her ally <<light Angela>> to help her against me in way of distraction, I'd proven myself more than resourceful in facing off against both their influences, finally putting them in place as I called out my rival's fallacies and slowly gained more and more control in this situation.<<elseif $club.has("DC Finals Angela Dominance")>><<less "dcfinals" 1>>It was more than a mere distraction that took me out of commission for the second topic as <<light Ria>> walked all over me. Remembering the time I tried to prepare for the debate and <<light Angela>>'s attractive, seductive brown eyes got to me, as I literally daydreamed right there in the debate, completely throwing that second topic in favor of my rival, and in service of the true queen bee. I was more than lost, and this moment was showing that to me more and more... And I wasnted it that way.<<else>><<less "dcfinals" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Studying" 1>>I'd not prepared at all for the next topic, the one my rival chose, and it was made painfully obvious that this was the case as I completely fumbled the bag in it. I could clearly see myself losing people's support in the club in favor of the rival that I faced. //At least she'd stand up to <<light Angela>>, right?//<</if>> <<if $club.has("DC Finals Third Topic")>><<add "dcfinals" 1>>Thankfully, my knowledge of the third topic was to my advantage, as <<light Ria>> went for more reductive arguments in her support of dogs, while my well constructed arguments in favor of cats took me across the finish line with more confidence than ever. My last argument, pinned with a nicely placed headband, was the cherry on top. <<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/catty.jpg">><<else>>I was left in the dark on that third topic, and it seemed like <<light Ria>> was too, neither of us having any strategic advantage and the other two topics having more control over who'd emerge victorious.<</if>> <<linkreplace "Who's the winner then?">><<if $dcfinals gte 2>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Win" 1>><<add "reputation" 3>>I'd worked hard to get here. Hours of studying, days of planning, and compromises that should never had been made, had finally all paid off in my victory, as I saw myself defeating the head of the debate club, excited for the future with me on top, and particularly thrilled to see that my knowledge would help me make arguments as to why I'd become prom queen on the long run. This was not the end of <<light Ria>> as a rival, granted, but it was clearly a huge stepping stone on my road to ultimate victory. <<else>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Ria Win" 1>><<less "reputation" 3>>My rival had gotten the better of me, her arguments stronger and her experience apparent. All the attempts and struggles I'd made in recent months might have felt worthless, but I still held hope that I'd be able to defeat her on the long run in the quest to become prom queen. //I hoped...// I thought to myself as I realized how <<light Ria>> now held the debate club completely under her gaze.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $club.has("DC Semis Lost") and $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/belle-catty.jpg">> <<light Belle>>, if anything, had proven one thing as entirely wrong for me. While I truly believed that bimbos were dumb, vapid individuals that knew nothing and that were ultimately simply stupid, she'd proven in the way she debated and held her own agains the president of the club that being a Bimbo was a lifestyle choice, and not a character-defining trait. And it was quite intriguing to see someone that had become so carefree still take something like a debate so seriously. At the end, it all came down to the topic that the club had chosen. <<if $club.has("Finals AI")>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Ria Win" 1>>Having put the final nail in her coffin with my choice of topic, I'd ensured <<light Belle>>'s failure to meet the expectations of the club, as she couldn't find a way to argue against <<light Ria>>'s intimate knowledge with AI. And while the president ended up being victorious against <<light Belle>>, I knew that this was but a step in the road of my prom rival being put in her place, despite it coming at the expense of another's rise, for now. <<else>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Belle Win" 1>>Having silently aided her with my choice of topic, I'd ensured that <<light Belle>> would succeed against my presidential rival, a bimbo showing herself superior in the club that counted on brains, a truly unique image. And while she'd ended up victorious against the president of the club, I know that this was but a step in the road of my prom rival being put in her place, despite it coming at the expense of another's rise, for now.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("DC Semis Lost")>><<pichalf "clubs/debate-club/eva-catty.jpg">> <<light Ria>> and <<light Eva>>, the de-facto leaders of the club, put on an impressive show in front of everyone, hurling arguments and calling out the little fallacies that the other made with clear expertise. It was everything that a debate club was to stand for, and a true joy to look at. Deep inside, I rooted for <<light Eva>>, knowing that her victory here would help me in my ultimate goal of //Becoming Prom Queen// by dealing with one of my rivals with expertise. <<if $club.has("DC Finals Third Topic") or $club.has("DC Finals AI")>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Eva Win" 1>>It was eventually the third topic that got <<light Eva>> the win, a win that I could easily attribute to myself, but that I was celebrating as hers entirely in the moment. In aligning myself strategically, I'd ensured a rival's road to irrelevance, and thankfully wihout having to empower another except merely <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>my submissive<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>my fellow sub<<elseif $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>my partner<<else>>my friend<</if>>. <<add "reputation" 3>> <<else>><<pickup $club "DC Finals Ria Win" 1>>Unfortunately, the third topic proved to be <<light Eva>>'s downfall, as <<light Ria>> seemed to be a bit more equipped to argue against it than <<light Eva>> could argue in favor of it. Despite strategically aligning myself with <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>my submissive<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>my fellow sub<<elseif $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">>my partner<<else>>my friend<</if>>, I still found myself having to continue to deal with my smart and agile rival alongside the head cheerleader, an outcome I'd not counted on...<<less "reputation" 3>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>> <</if>><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate1.jpg">><<s Ria>>Everyone welcome our newest member!<</s>> Our president had another student next to her, a person I'd seen around the school but never really interacted with. <<s Ria>>Christina here is excited to be finding out more about the debate club.<</s>> She added. <<light Christina>> was an interesting-looking, innocent seeming young girl. The necklace around her neck carrying a cross was a clear representation of her beliefs. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate2.jpg">> <<s Christina>>I just want to see if it's a fit for me, that's all.<</s>> She admitted then. <<s Ria>>No better time to test your skills than to have you debate a topic... Let's see, with <<print $name>> why not?<</s>> An interesting proposition, and I wouldn't back down just yet from it. Maybe put a new student in place. <<link "Let's debate" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate3.jpg">> <center><h3>Topic: Gay Marriage</h3></center> <<s Christina>>I'll definitely argue against that!<</s>> She was immediate to stake her claim in the debate, keen on showing her true colors. <<s Ria>>Awesome. We'll have a short debate, but a bit longer than the ones we've been having, making it more worthwhile for Christina's first time. You'll have one argument and rebuttal each, and please make sure that we don't fall into fallacies.<</s>> The president of the club reminded us, before handing over the conversation to me for my argument in favor of the topic. No fallacies, and a strong argument... Let's see... <div id='choices'><<link "Universal Declaration of the Human Rights">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The universal declaration of human rights ensures that all men are created equal under the eye of law.<</s>> I started my argument. <<s Author>>And these equalities still hold when a person's freedom doesn't infringe on another's.<</s>> <<s Author>>As such, gay marriages, just like straight ones, are supposed to be rights to preserve and keep, to ensure that everyone has their freedom in our society.<</s>> I added, <<s Author>>This is one of the foundations of our modern civilization, and one that we cannot deny the importance of.<</s>> I was going to keep my argument short, to ensure that the person debating me would not be able to find something to argue against in what I have said without stretching what I was saying beyond its logical limits. She fell for it. <<s Christina>>A person's freedom is limited by their actions.<</s>> She started, <<s Christina>>That's why when someone does something illegal, they are sent to jail, freedom and rights stripped as an answer to their actions.<</s>> Was she really comparing queer people to criminals? <<s Christina>>It is natural, based on your actions, that your rights be limited, as is the case with gay people.<</s>> She really was going all in on that "counter-argument", it seemed, <<s Christina>>In choosing to be gay, just like criminals, they have chosen to let go of some of their rights.<</s>> First of all, being queer was not a choice. Second, what they are doing does not break laws. Third, even prosecuted criminals still have rights in their jails. Fourth... There was a lot to argue and poke holes into her argument for, but I remembered what <<light Ria>> had said about our debate. I just needed to point out the fallacy she was exhibiting, though there was a missing component to what I knew... <<s Author>>This... This is a fallacy, but not one we have learned.<</s>> I said, seeing <<light Ria>>'s face light up. <<s Author>>You are comparing apples to oranges by comparing queer people and criminals. They are nothing the same.<</s>> <<light Ria>> interjected. <<s Ria>>I'm happy we got the chance to explore another fallacy here!<</s>> She exclaimed, <<s Ria>>This is a false equivalence or false analogy, when someone compares two different things in order to make their argument.<</s>> <<light Christina>> was rightfully fuming. But that wouldn't stop <<light Ria>> from giving her lesson. <<s Ria>>It's your first time, so that's okay, but beware of the kind of arguments that you bring forward.<</s>> She tried appeasing her before turning towards me. <<s Ria>>Good job <<print $name>>.<</s>> I was happy to have been on the correct wavelength in this situation. <<s Ria>>Christina, it's time for your argument.<</s>> She said. <<linkreplace "Listen to what she has to say.">><<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate4.jpg">> <<s Christina>>Marriage is the complementary union between man and woman, whose main purpose is to bring children into this world, and populate it in the image of the savior our God.<</s>> I should have expected her argument would be a religious one, and that it would be easy to argue against. <<s Christina>>Leviticus and Romans specifically mention homosexuality as sinful, and as such, it cannot be dignified by marriage.<</s>> She said, before immediately adding, <<s Christina>>God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, obviously, and the almighty also created nature in all its glory, gayness being a perversion of the natural order. Marriage has no place in this perverted effect on God's nature.<</s>> She was definitely flawed in her argument, any number of fallacies possible to be used against her. On the other hand, I really wanted to follow her down the rabbit hole that is the religious argument, knowing that I could easily switch it up on her. While it was not the assignment or the approach that <<light Ria>> would have favored for us, I knew I could have a lot of fun with it if I wanted to. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate5.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Call out the fallacy">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There are clear fallacies in your arguments, do I need to call them all out?<</s>> I turned to <<light Ria>> for an answer. <<s Ria>>I... No need to.<</s>> She said, before clarifying something even wider: <<s Ria>>Religious texts and beliefs are not real arguments, because they represent a very specific group of people and are not law.<</s>> <<s Ria>>In the context of a school debate, we cannot include religion in our arguments.<</s>> She added. There goes all that <<light Chrsitina>> knows then! <<link "Move along" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Follow the biblical line of thought">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If we are to follow that argument, and talk about religious scriptures as guidelines on how to live our lives, then we can't pick and choose our arguments.<</s>> I said, electing to toy with the newbie for a bit. <<s Author>>What is your shirt made from? What are the material?<</s>> <<s Christina>>I guess... A bledn of cotton and synthetic materials, why?<</s>> She didn't understand where I was going with it, and I knew I was going to really get her for it. <<s Author>>Leviticus 19:20. You must not wear clothing made from two different kinds of material mixed together.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>If you want to follow scripture, that shirt needs to be taken off.<</s>> It was like a magical thing, using the bible against a religious person to make them do something decidedly unreligious and sacrilegious. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate6.jpg">> Off came her shirt, replaced quickly by the blazer she'd worn earlier to conceal her breasts. Was it that easy to turn the tables on someone that would die for her point? <<s Author>>I... That was fast.<</s>> I said. <<s Christina>>I follow the scripture to the letter.<</s>> She answered, convicted entirely. <<s Author>>So you'd walk out of here like that?<</s>> I asked. She only nodded, a weird conviction carried in her. My eyes drifted towards her tattoos, realizing that arguing about them was too easy a move. And another part of me thought on the fact that the bible never denied lesbianism, only gay marriage. <<s Author>>What does the bible say about lesbian marriage?<</s>> I asked her then. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate7.jpg">> The woman in front of me hesitated, giving the question some thought and revealing a bit more than she maybe intended. Not that I minded it at all. Before she could answer the question, though, <<light Ria>> decided to interject for a lesson, one that she wanted to talk about way earlier, it seemed: <<s Ria>>Religious texts and beliefs are not real arguments, because they represent a very specific group of people and are not law.<</s>> She explained, to <<light Christina>>'s grand disappointment. In that moment, the disappointment was shared, I was getting somewhere with the gullible girl. <<s Ria>>In the context of a school debate, we cannot include religion in our arguments.<</s>> She added. This was effectively the end of the debate, though I saw <<light Christina>> playing my argument in mind as she thought of the latest revelations. I wish I could have seen what was underneath with that woman before <<light Ria>> interjected with her technicalities... <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate8.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Normalizing it reduces stigma">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Normalizing gay marriage reduces stigma related to members of the queer community, bringing more understanding to their existence and creating a more equitable world.<</s>> I started by saying, <<s Author>>By bringing this kind of understanding, we'd be able to answer questions before they arise, and bring a more equitable and safe existence to young members of the queer community.<</s>> I felt like I was onto something here with the argument I was giving, but needed to be concise in order to save myself from any counter-argument that the girl I was being faced with might come up with. <<s Author>>This reduced stigma and discrimination in turn not only improves queer lives, but also bring better visibility for the community and reduces inequalities.<</s>> <<s Christina>>Reducing stigma is nice and all, but it also encourages bad behavior if done wrong.<</s>> She said, <<s Christina>>You don't see the government legalizing drug use or stealing or killing for a reason.<</s>> Was she really comparing queer people to criminals? <<s Christina>>We need to watch out what we are normalizing as a society, and what kind of "stigma" we're dealing with.<</s>> She really was going all in on that "counter-argument", it seemed, <<s Christina>>In choosing to be gay, just like criminals, queers have chosen to let go of some of their freedom.<</s>> First of all, being queer was not a choice. Second, what they are doing does not break laws. Third, even prosecuted criminals still have rights in their jails. Fourth... There was a lot to argue and poke holes into her argument for, but I remembered what <<light Ria>> had said about our debate. I just needed to point out the fallacy she was exhibiting, though there was a missing component to what I knew... <<s Author>>This... This is a fallacy, but not one we have learned.<</s>> I said, seeing <<light Ria>>'s face light up. <<s Author>>You are comparing apples to oranges by comparing queer people and criminals. Or by comparing these different laws. They are nothing the same.<</s>> <<light Ria>> interjected. <<s Ria>>I'm happy we got the chance to explore another fallacy here!<</s>> She exclaimed, <<s Ria>>This is a false equivalence or false analogy, when someone compares two different things in order to make their argument.<</s>> <<light Christina>> was rightfully fuming. But that wouldn't stop <<light Ria>> from giving her lesson. <<s Ria>>It's your first time, so that's okay, but beware of the kind of arguments that you bring forward.<</s>> She tried appeasing her before turning towards me. <<s Ria>>Good job <<print $name>>.<</s>> I was happy to have been on the correct wavelength in this situation. <<s Ria>>Christina, it's time for your argument.<</s>> She said. <<linkreplace "Listen to what she has to say.">><<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate4.jpg">> <<s Christina>>Marriage is the complementary union between man and woman, whose main purpose is to bring children into this world, and populate it in the image of the savior our God.<</s>> I should have expected her argument would be a religious one, and that it would be easy to argue against. <<s Christina>>Leviticus and Romans specifically mention homosexuality as sinful, and as such, it cannot be dignified by marriage.<</s>> She said, before immediately adding, <<s Christina>>God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, obviously, and the almighty also created nature in all its glory, gayness being a perversion of the natural order. Marriage has no place in this perverted effect on God's nature.<</s>> She was definitely flawed in her argument, any number of fallacies possible to be used against her. On the other hand, I really wanted to follow her down the rabbit hole that is the religious argument, knowing that I could easily switch it up on her. While it was not the assignment or the approach that <<light Ria>> would have favored for us, I knew I could have a lot of fun with it if I wanted to. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate5.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Call out the fallacy">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There are clear fallacies in your arguments, do I need to call them all out?<</s>> I turned to <<light Ria>> for an answer. <<s Ria>>I... No need to.<</s>> She said, before clarifying something even wider: <<s Ria>>Religious texts and beliefs are not real arguments, because they represent a very specific group of people and are not law.<</s>> <<s Ria>>In the context of a school debate, we cannot include religion in our arguments.<</s>> She added. There goes all that <<light Chrsitina>> knows then! <<link "Move along" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Follow the biblical line of thought">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If we are to follow that argument, and talk about religious scriptures as guidelines on how to live our lives, then we can't pick and choose our arguments.<</s>> I said, electing to toy with the newbie for a bit. <<s Author>>What is your shirt made from? What are the material?<</s>> <<s Christina>>I guess... A bledn of cotton and synthetic materials, why?<</s>> She didn't understand where I was going with it, and I knew I was going to really get her for it. <<s Author>>Leviticus 19:20. You must not wear clothing made from two different kinds of material mixed together.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>If you want to follow scripture, that shirt needs to be taken off.<</s>> It was like a magical thing, using the bible against a religious person to make them do something decidedly unreligious and sacrilegious. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate6.jpg">> Off came her shirt, replaced quickly by the blazer she'd worn earlier to conceal her breasts. Was it that easy to turn the tables on someone that would die for her point? <<s Author>>I... That was fast.<</s>> I said. <<s Christina>>I follow the scripture to the letter.<</s>> She answered, convicted entirely. <<s Author>>So you'd walk out of here like that?<</s>> I asked. She only nodded, a weird conviction carried in her. My eyes drifted towards her tattoos, realizing that arguing about them was too easy a move. And another part of me thought on the fact that the bible never denied lesbianism, only gay marriage. <<s Author>>What does the bible say about lesbian marriage?<</s>> I asked her then. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate7.jpg">> The woman in front of me hesitated, giving the question some thought and revealing a bit more than she maybe intended. Not that I minded it at all. Before she could answer the question, though, <<light Ria>> decided to interject for a lesson, one that she wanted to talk about way earlier, it seemed: <<s Ria>>Religious texts and beliefs are not real arguments, because they represent a very specific group of people and are not law.<</s>> She explained, to <<light Christina>>'s grand disappointment. In that moment, the disappointment was shared, I was getting somewhere with the gullible girl. <<s Ria>>In the context of a school debate, we cannot include religion in our arguments.<</s>> She added. This was effectively the end of the debate, though I saw <<light Christina>> playing my argument in mind as she thought of the latest revelations. I wish I could have seen what was underneath with that woman before <<light Ria>> interjected with her technicalities... <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate8.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No negative impact on straight marriages">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Allowing gay marriages has no negative impact on straight marriages. By legalizing them, we are not impacting any other aspect of society living negatively.<</s>> I stated, <<s Author>>As such, it's right to be giving queer people the rights that they are owed, as they are allowed the freedoms they are in search for.<</s>> I could see <<light Ria>> light up at my argument, no wonder seeing something in it that she'd want to comment on, but leaving the space for the new member of the club to speak. <<s Christina>>I... That argument doesn't matter?<</s>> She said, which was kind of a rude thing to say. <<light Ria>> still wanted to hear from her, though. <<s Ria>>Why is that?<</s>> She encouraged her. <<s Christina>>Because she's not giving an argument FOR gay marriage, it's just showing something adjacent to it.<</s>> She said. <<s Christina>>Like it's not convincing that legalizing gay marriage in itself is something good. It's arguing that it's not something bad, which is not the same thing.<</s>> <<s Ria>>Exactly! It's a Strawman argument, actually, where someone creates something adjacent to the topic in order to debate, instead of debating the topic itself, moving the conversation away from the topic at hand towards other areas of conversation.<</s>> The president explained. <<s Ria>>We'll have another session specifically about that, but well caught!<</s>> The newbie was getting one over me... Fun. <<s Ria>>Come on Christina, it's your turn to give your argument.<</s>> She encouraged her then. <<linkreplace "Listen to what she has to say.">><<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate4.jpg">> <<s Christina>>Marriage is the complementary union between man and woman, whose main purpose is to bring children into this world, and populate it in the image of the savior our God.<</s>> I should have expected her argument would be a religious one, and that it would be easy to argue against. <<s Christina>>Leviticus and Romans specifically mention homosexuality as sinful, and as such, it cannot be dignified by marriage.<</s>> She said, before immediately adding, <<s Christina>>God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, obviously, and the almighty also created nature in all its glory, gayness being a perversion of the natural order. Marriage has no place in this perverted effect on God's nature.<</s>> She was definitely flawed in her argument, any number of fallacies possible to be used against her. On the other hand, I really wanted to follow her down the rabbit hole that is the religious argument, knowing that I could easily switch it up on her. While it was not the assignment or the approach that <<light Ria>> would have favored for us, I knew I could have a lot of fun with it if I wanted to. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate5.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Call out the fallacy">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There are clear fallacies in your arguments, do I need to call them all out?<</s>> I turned to <<light Ria>> for an answer. <<s Ria>>I... No need to.<</s>> She said, before clarifying something even wider: <<s Ria>>Religious texts and beliefs are not real arguments, because they represent a very specific group of people and are not law.<</s>> <<s Ria>>In the context of a school debate, we cannot include religion in our arguments.<</s>> She added. There goes all that <<light Chrsitina>> knows then! <<link "Move along" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Follow the biblical line of thought">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If we are to follow that argument, and talk about religious scriptures as guidelines on how to live our lives, then we can't pick and choose our arguments.<</s>> I said, electing to toy with the newbie for a bit. <<s Author>>What is your shirt made from? What are the material?<</s>> <<s Christina>>I guess... A bledn of cotton and synthetic materials, why?<</s>> She didn't understand where I was going with it, and I knew I was going to really get her for it. <<s Author>>Leviticus 19:20. You must not wear clothing made from two different kinds of material mixed together.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>If you want to follow scripture, that shirt needs to be taken off.<</s>> It was like a magical thing, using the bible against a religious person to make them do something decidedly unreligious and sacrilegious. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate6.jpg">> Off came her shirt, replaced quickly by the blazer she'd worn earlier to conceal her breasts. Was it that easy to turn the tables on someone that would die for her point? <<s Author>>I... That was fast.<</s>> I said. <<s Christina>>I follow the scripture to the letter.<</s>> She answered, convicted entirely. <<s Author>>So you'd walk out of here like that?<</s>> I asked. She only nodded, a weird conviction carried in her. My eyes drifted towards her tattoos, realizing that arguing about them was too easy a move. And another part of me thought on the fact that the bible never denied lesbianism, only gay marriage. <<s Author>>What does the bible say about lesbian marriage?<</s>> I asked her then. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate7.jpg">> The woman in front of me hesitated, giving the question some thought and revealing a bit more than she maybe intended. Not that I minded it at all. Before she could answer the question, though, <<light Ria>> decided to interject for a lesson, one that she wanted to talk about way earlier, it seemed: <<s Ria>>Religious texts and beliefs are not real arguments, because they represent a very specific group of people and are not law.<</s>> She explained, to <<light Christina>>'s grand disappointment. In that moment, the disappointment was shared, I was getting somewhere with the gullible girl. <<s Ria>>In the context of a school debate, we cannot include religion in our arguments.<</s>> She added. This was effectively the end of the debate, though I saw <<light Christina>> playing my argument in mind as she thought of the latest revelations. I wish I could have seen what was underneath with that woman before <<light Ria>> interjected with her technicalities... <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/christina-debate8.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "DC Christina Argument">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>><<if $club.has("DC Strawman")>><<dark "*" "This feels like a strawman fallacy">><</if>></div> <<else>><<pic Christina>><</pic>> <<s Christina>>I'm not sure this club is for me.<</s>> The supposed new member said as the session was wrapped up, looking half-apologetic. <<s Ria>>What do you mean? You did well.<</s>> Our president was being kind with her. <<s Christina>>If I can't use my religious beliefs to argue for my thoughts, what use is it for me to come here? I was hoping I'd learn more to be able to stand up for myself.<</s>> She said. I found myself wanting to scoff at her comment, but decided to keep my control. If this was the reason behind her joining us, she was never going to make it, I realized. And the fact that she was so judgemental... Maybe it was for the best that she doesn't join us... Who knows where I'll meet her next, and in what context. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</if>> ~ Scenes with <<light Christina>> are made possible thanks to Patreon contributions - Thanks Dave P. for the Prom Royalty support on Patreon! (get your own character and scenes today by subscribing <3) ~

<<if visited() is 1>><<pichead "locations/gym.jpg" "A normal gym workout...">> Working out without <<light Leo>> was still a heavy thing on these empty Wednesdays. The thought of what could be weighed on my mind as I went about preparing for my workout of the day. Despite the loneliness, the workout will have to be done... And then I see her from the corner of my eye. <<light Eva>>, not quite dressed correctly for the place she found herself in, was looking around like a lost sheep. And she noticed me just as I approached her. <<pic Eva>><</pic>><<s Author>>Hey Eva! What are you doing here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh <<print $name>>! You're here?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well yeah, I usually come here with Leo but he stood me up.<</s>> She looked worried to have been noticed, recognized. I looked at her with a peaked eyebrow. <<s Eva>>That's a shame... I... This is my first time here.<</s>> //Duh!// <<s Author>>You obviously need a guide! Join me, come on!<</s>> I grabbed her hand, wanting her to join. <<s Eva>>Wait. No It's probably a mistake.<</s>> <<s Author>>The way you're dressed... It might be.<</s>> I teased her. She shyly looked away obviously saddened by what I was saying. <<s Author>>Hey I'm just pulling your leg.<</s>> I said, trying to reassure her. <<s Author>>How about you come over next Wednesday in something a bit better, and I'll help you in your workouts. You'll need a guide.<</s>> I explained, trying to alleviate her concerns. <<s Eva>>You'd do that for me?<</s>> She looked at me with hope filling her eyes. It would be better than working out alone, no? <div id='choices'><<link "Of course! We should workout together.">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "evasub" 1>><<set $evaworkout to true>><<set $evamessagepre to 9>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Of course Eva! There is no problem at all with that!<</s>> She took a breather, <<s Eva>>I would be honored to have you guide me on what to do. Count me in!<</s>> I looked forward to having her join me on Wednesdays. <<light Leo>> sure is missing out with that play of his! <<link "Workout alone" "Gym">><<add "athletics" 3>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> (We'll be able to workout with her on Wednesdays!) <<link "On a second thought...">><<replace "#choices">>I thought about what I was truly offering my friend, and noticed that it's actually a big commitment. I just by luck freed up Wednesday afternoon, for work, socializing and whatnot, just to have it filled again with another person to tutor in how to move their body? I think not. <<s Author>>Actually now that I think of it... Maybe it's better I don't follow that commitment...<</s>> I said, sounding unsure. <<light Eva>> quickly picked up on that hesitation. <<s Eva>>Hey it's okay. I'll do my research and... Maybe talk to Yara about it. I'll deal with it don't worry.<</s>> She said these words with a smile that hid a sense of uncertainty. All I could say to myself was... Best of luck to her with that endeavor! <<link "Workout alone" "Gym">><<add "athletics" 3>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<light Eva>> is finally ready to workout, let's see what happens today! <center><<if visited("EW Misc") is 2>><<link "Eva's improving!" "EW Misc">><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Misc") is 1>><<link "A soccer game?" "EW Misc">><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Misc") is 0>><<link "Why is she here?" "EW Misc">><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Misc") is 3>><<dark "Random Scenes" "Seen all scenes">><<else>><<dark "Random Scenes" "Keep working out.">><</if>> <<link "A normal workout" "EW Random">><</link>>(random scene, no event)</center> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> My friend was dressed up in her hot yoga pants and sexy attire, getting ready to work out. And my horniness had no bounds. And so, when we went to the showers, I just had to help her out of her clothes. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction1.mp4">> <<s Eva>><<print $name>>! What are you doing?<</s>> She asked me, incredulous. <<s Author>>Do you want me to stop?<</s>> I challenged her. My friend took a deep breath. <<s Eva>>No.<</s>> She said in a whisper. As expected. I continued playing with her sexy body, forcing a powerful orgasm out of her. //What a sexy girl, and what will I do to her next time...// <<elseif visited() is 2>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction2.mp4">> I rushed to the showers after the workout, getting ready to seduce my sexy friend. And it didn't take long to get her in her underwear, challengingly exploring her body with furtive strokes, eager and excited to discover more and more of her. Her moans of appreciation were like music to my ears, as I played her like a fiddle. <<s Eva>>Yes... More!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh yeah?<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Beg for it!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Please, <<print $name>>! Take me!<</s>> She called out. I smiled, removing my hand. <<s Author>>Next time.<</s>> I whispered in her ear. She could only moan in answer. //Next time would be beautiful, playing with my new toy.// <<elseif visited() is 3>><<light Eva>> looked at me in anticipation. She wanted to touch my body, and I wanted to touch hers. But who would do who? <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction3.mp4">> <<if $subdom lte -30 or $subdom lte -15 and $evasub lte 15>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "evasub" 1>>I knew I wanted to please my friend. I was too eager to have her enjoy our time together to back down from helping her. It wasn't long before my hands were all over her body, rubbing her lower lips as I eagerly kissed her upper ones. <<s Eva>>Mmmm that's so good.<</s>> She praised me, sending shivers down my spine. <<s Eva>>You're so good!<</s>> I had promise her to play with her body even more last time, and I was keeping my promise to her now. And she was happy with me for doing so. And I enjoyed it greatly. My friend was a hot piece of ass, and I was lucky to bring her pleasure. //Huh... Even my nerdy friend held some dominance over me!// <<else>><<add "evasub" 1>>My eager friend quickly found herself reciprocating the actions of the past few workouts, her hands quick at work at my snatch, as I kissed her lips in a dominant manner. She moaned into my mouth, eager and submissive. <<s Author>>What a good girl you're being!<</s>> I praised her with confidence, as she submitted even further to my will. It was a beautiful feeling, having such a docile person at my beck and call. Especially someone as close as <<light Eva>>, the soft, demure, nerdy friend turned gym partner, a sexy piece of ass eager to serve... My friend was growing into a hotter piece of ass every day, and I had her wrapped around my finger. //That felt exquisite!//<</if>> <<elseif visited() is 4>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction4.mp4">> All bets were off, as our eager love-making took to new heights, my laying down and my friend eating me out from behind, licking my folds with eagerness. Our time together at the gym was slowly moving away from workouts and closer to love-making sessions. Our hot steamy bodies, barely out of our gym clothing, was all the workout we needed, as our bodies moved against one another, passionate rubbing that tried to take the most out of the other and give the most in return. A hot, heavy session of passionate and engaging love-making that would take us to new heights... This was our workout, and this was what I was mentoring my friend in, servicing my cunt. It was a freaking hot session, and one that we had to finish early as our passionate cries and moans alerted others to our presence. //Let's hope next time we're all alone!// <<elseif visited() is 5>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction5.mp4">> <<s stranger>>Hey can you watch the gym for me?<</s>> The gym owner made the msitake of leaving us all alone as he went into the lockers to take a shower. It was mere moments later than my hot friend and I were all over each other's naked bodies, engaged in yet another steamy makeout/workout session. <<if $subdom lte -40 or $subdom lte -20 and $evasub lte 20>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "evasub" 2>>I needed to serve her. I needed to serve her sexy, athletic body. Whatever it took. And I did, my tongue attacking her snatch dutifully, as I've been eager to do the whole of the past week. Her hot body against my face, I eagerly served my attractive friend, wanting to bring her worlds of pleasure the best I knew how; by being a toy in her grasp. <<s Eva>>Oh god! You're doing so well!<</s>> My friend praised me, smiling wide. And I smiled wider, knowing that I was doing a good job. That I was serving well. Fulfilling my purpose. //I seriously could do this all day!// <<else>><<add "evasub" 2>>I quickly had her between my legs, her submissive body a toy in my hands, beyond eager to serve. And I revelled in the fact that I had her do whatever I wanted her to do. My friend was an eager, submissive toy, and I had shaped her exactly like I wanted her, an eager girl that was willing to do anything for praise. <<s Author>>Look at you, so thirsty in public.<</s>> I teased her, receiving only moans of pleasure against my snatch, the vibrations sending beautiful shivers down my spine. <<s Author>>What if someone went in and caught you? What will you do next?<</s>> I continued my tease. She had no limits. <<s Eva>>I'd continue serving. It's my rightful place!<</s>> She called out in answer, even more eager to serve than she was moments earlier. Her debauchery knew no limits, and it was all mine to control. //What a beautifully corrupted girl!//<</if>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<<if visited() is 1>>As we finished our workout for the day, I told <<light Belle>> to go ahead of me as I worked on one final stretch for the day. And my dumb friend headed for the showers... Except they were the wrong ones. I mean come on, I might have been the one to set her on that path, but how could I have expected that it would bring her to this point? I followed, trying to see what she was doing and whatever embarrassing situation she was to find herself in. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower1.jpg">> She was already naked and cleaning herself off under the shower head, not having noticed that this was the men's bathroom. Yes, gender was a social construct, but with a body like hers, she's get the wrong kind of attention is such a space. Or was it the right kind? I looked on as my friend got to work on cleaning herself in a public space, not quite caring about her position. After all, she must've thought that she was in the women's showers. The entrance of a stranger confirmed to me what I already knew: This was the men's showers, and my friend was about to be found out by a strange black man. A big one at that. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower2.jpg">> She didn't know, propping her body in the most erotic of poses, putting herself on display like a piece of fine ass, a temptation that no one was strong enough for. Least of all the horny man who started rubbing himself through the pants he wore. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbc1.mp4">> I thought I was promiscuous, but it seems like <<light Belle>> took the cake when it came to revealing her cake to random people. A hot display of sexiness, she rubbed herself all over, making sure not to miss a spot. As did he. And I watched along, entranced by this hot display. What a hot, wrong thing to be witnessing! Eventually, as she finished up her shower and headed out, the man rushed to hide, allowing her the mistake she just did. She saw me and smiled. <<s Eva>>So, not gonna take a shower?<</s>> She asked me, licking her lips. If only she knew... <div id='choices'><<link "Warn her of her mistake">><<pickup $friendsevents "EW Blacked Blocked" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well definitely, but not here.<</s>> I said, worried for my friend. <<s Eva>>What? Why not?<</s>> She asked, oblivious to her surroundings. <<s Author>>I'd rather take my shower in the women's bathroom.<</s>> I said, trying not to smirk at her shocked expression. <<s Eva>>Hold on, what??<</s>> Her crimson face was beyond laughable. She might have been promiscuous now, but a part of her knew the dnagers of too much of that same behavior. //She won't make the same mistake twice!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Ends this storyline">> <<link "Don't, she'll notice soon enough">><<replace "#choices">>I figured making my friend embarrased by an honest mistake was not the way to go, and instead elected to simply ignore the fact that a man was obviously oggling her in a public space. <<s Author>>I think I'll take my shower at home instead. They barely ever have hot water here, and you obviously used up all of it.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh I'm sorry, I'll be faster next time!<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>No it's okay, you should take your time.<</s>> //Oh the naughtiness of being a tease...// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-stripping.jpg">>Once more, my friend has made the same mistake and chosen to visit the wrong showers. All I could think of was that I hoped it was an accident yet again and not something intentional. The man from last time was waiting for his opportunity to pounce, as <<light Belle>> got undressed and prepared herself to go in the shower. If there was ever a chance for me to save my friend, now would be it.. Or I could trust that she'd do the right thing and turn him down when she realizes what she'd done... Though with the way her character had been evolving, I highly doubted that she would. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 50>><<link "Save her">><<pickup $friendsevents "EW Blacked Blocked" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't let my friend fall for that trap. I'd save her, even if it was from herself. I barged into the room. <<s Author>>Belle! What are you doing here? Come with me quick!<</s>> I called to her, pulling her all the way over to the other locker rooms, even in her underwear. <<s Eva>>What the fuck? What are you doing?<</s>> she asked worriedly. <<s Author>>Saving you from yourself. That was the men's showers.<</s>> I said. Her blush was a sight to see, but at the very least, my friend would not be making a strip show for a random stranger today, or who knows what else worse than that! <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Try to save her">><<less "bimboenvy" 1>>>As I moved in the lockers, trying to stop my friend from going further with her mistake, I was stopped by the man, who grabbed my arm. <<s stranger>>Don't think I didn't notice you last time. You had your chance to stop it, now let's see if she has the willpower to do it.<</s>> He smirked, a hushed tone, as I saw her go deeper. <<s stranger>>Besides, you know you want to watch what happens next, don't you, white girl?<</s>> He teased. I couldn't argue against him, and part of me was thrilled, excited to see the active corruption of my friend. I didn't have the willpower to stop what was to happen, and could only hope that my friend would stand up for herself...<</linkreplace>><</if>> <<link "Watch what happens!">><<replace "#choices">>Moments after my friend made her way inside of the shower, her back turned to me and her eyes closed, taking in the water of the showerhead, the strange black man had stripped from his clothes and joined her under the water, his hand quickly placed on her snatch. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower3.jpg">> <<s stranger>>I hope you don't mind, after all this is the men's showers.<</s>> He explained his molestation to a moaning <<light Belle>>, whose protests died down quickly after she realized her misstep. <<s Eva>>I'm sorry I didn't know...<</s>> She tried speaking in between the sharp breaths she was taking. The man might be aggressive, but the way she reacted told me that he was doing something right. <<s stranger>>No need to worry about that.<</s>> The man said to her, moving in close. <<s stranger>>After all, showers are showers, and we gotta make sure that we exit them clean, right?<</s>> It wasn't anything about my friend's newfound freedom and bimboness. It was about a man that knew what he was doing, claiming what he saw simply because he could. <<s stranger>>Don't you agree?<</s>> He asked. If there was any hope for <<light Belle>> to get out of this, now was the time. My friend could simply not consent to what he was doing, and then- <<s Eva>>Right.<</s>> She ascented to his manipulations, accepting his strong body against hers, his aggressive demeanor and control. And she leaned further into it. <<s stranger>>Show me how willing you are to come clean.<</s>> He said aggressively. <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower4.jpg">> Very willing, it seems! My friend turned around, offering the rest of her body to her charismatic assailant, eager to have his hands on her, offering her breasts out. <<s stranger>>Such a good girl.<</s>> He complimented her, receiving moans as his hands fell on her nipples, playing with them, pulling out moan after moan from my docile friend. <<s Eva>>Mm.. Please..<</s>> <<s stranger>>I'm not one to hook up with strangers.<</s>> He said, having her wrapped around his finger. Or fingers wrapped around her nipples. <<s Eva>>No.. Please!<</s>> She cried out, letting go of her inhibitions and diving head first into his seduction. I was watching the active seduction and corruption of my once innocent friend, and I was mezmerized by the activity I was seeing. What a sight! <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower5.jpg">> Without warning, the dominant man leaned forward, his lips seeking out my friend's, wanting to put her in her place. And she pursed her own lips, eager to be kissing him back. A stranger. Someone she didn't know. And yet someone who played with her body however he wanted, and had her submit to his touch oh so beautifully. And I was entranced by this sight. <<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>>We had promised each other that we'd explore this side of her, her bimbo-ness, together. And this was as good an opportunity as any to dive head first into it, I knew. That would also mean that next time... I just had to join her, didn't I? <<else>>Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn't. My friend was going down a road there was no returning from. And the longer I was a witness of it, the more corrupted she'll become, a playtoy to absolute strangers in a public place, toyed with as they want. //Where has the nerd gone? Can she ever be saved?//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 3>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Once more, <<light Eva>> was headed to the wrong bathrooms. This time, there was no denying that she knew where she was going. I approached her. Something needs to be cleared up. <<s Author>>Belle... You do understand these are the wrong bathrooms... Right?<</s>> I asked her. With this confrontation, there was no denying that my friend was entirely aware of her situation. With this conversation, things would be laid bare on the table. <<s Eva>>I... Can't stop myself. This is too thrilling.<</s>> She said. I was impressed. My old friend would've never admitted that. <<s Author>>Are you sure, Belle?<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's not entirely on me, is it? You've let me go there twice already... And the third time does have its charm!<</s>> She explained, laying the whole deal clearly in front of that both of us. And I couldn't quite argue with what had already happened, I could only work on what was to come after. <<s Author>>If this is what you want...<</s>> Was it already too late? What would my interjection do at this point? My friend seemed steadfast on going in there and putting herself in the naughty and sex line of fire. I looked at her in the eyes. Did the words I'd say even matter? <div id='choices'><<if $thoughts.has("Belle Relationship")>><<link "Could I join you, partner?">><<add "bimboenvy" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCAcceptance" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Could I... Join you? Partner?<</s>> I asked, genuinely wanting to be a part of whatever she was to do next. Her smile in return told me all I needed to know: She had plans and was excited for what was to come. <<s Eva>>I want you to watch me.<</s>> She said, <<s Eva>>To crave for it some more.<</s>> Wow. She really was drawing this out - and it felt good! She winked at me before she walked into the space. My nerdy, reclusive friend, was no longer there. Instead, the naughty <<light Belle>> had taken over, ready for the next naughty hit of adrenaline she could find. And she went in, preparing herself for the show she was putting on for me, and for a black stranger she'd find inside... <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Available because we're in a relationship">><<else>><<dark "Could I join you, partner?" "Unfortunately, I didn't join her on spring break">><</if>> <<link "Enjoy yourself!">><<add "bimboenvy" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCAcceptance" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Enjoy yourself, Eva!<</s>> I told her with a big smile on my face, genuinely happy and excited for her. Her smile in return told me all I needed to know: She had plans and was excited for what was to come. <<s Eva>>I'm counting on it.<</s>> She turned and started to head towards the lockers, before turning back again to look at me: <<s Eva>>You're most welcome to watch me!<</s>> She said with a wink before going in. My nerdy, reclusive friend, was no longer there. Instead, the naughty <<light Belle>> had taken over, ready for the next naughty hit of adrenaline she could find. And she went in, preparing herself for the show she was putting on for me, and for a black stranger she'd find inside... <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>> <<link "Let her go" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay silent">><<add "bimboenvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCAcceptance" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't have the words for my friend, and didn't know if I could say anything to dissuade her from what she was about to do. All I knew was that she was at a crossroads, and I could only hope that she'd make the right choice when the time comes. And at the end of the day, I was but a spectator of this shift, this destruction of character and morphing of desires. A closet lesbian now looking forward to her next encounter with a BBC or its holder, that willingly puts herself in the line of fire and is excited to see it and deal with it. No... Long was gone the original nerdy <<light Eva>>, and here was standing, ready to go into the "wrong bathrooms", a sultry, naughty girl, that was excited to see and feel and deal with a fat cock and its holder. No... I had no words to dissuade or encourage her. I could only watch, spectate as the story I helped create came out of hand and was let out into the world, and I could only watch as I anticipated where the coin would fall, backwards to a reclused, sane persona, or forwards to a naughty, minxy attitude that could no longer be held back. She smiled, and started heading towards the lockers, understanding that I had no wisdom to share, not that wisdom would ever be able to halt her activities. She winked at me before going into the room, and I could only imagine what was behind. Since she knew, and she knew I knew, then maybe... Just maybe... That wink was an invitation to see what is to happen? //Maybe... Just maybe... I should keep watching like the naughty, horny voyeur that I'd become?// <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>> <<link "Let her go" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't do it, Eva.">><<less "bimboenvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCHesitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Don't do it, Eva...<</s>> I implored her, my voice weaker than I'd expected, almost begging my friend not to dive ead first into the sea of debauchery she was openly eyeing. And I don't quite know how she would take this begging tone. I wanted to keep her safe, to hold her and cherish her and make her feel loved and wanted and accepted for who she was. Who she was, deep down, not the naughty minx that she'd become. Not the woman that has no inhibitions, that looked forward to going into the wrong bathrooms in order to get an exciting public romp... Not a woman that had no filter, that went with the flow, especially when the flow is so twisted and wrong... My friend was dangerously approaching a point of no return, and I couldn't halt her. I could only implore and hope she'd heed my warning. <<s Eva>>Where were you last week? I need to see this through.<</s>> //Where was I last week?// Right here, watching her getting seduced, having not stopped her when I could. I had let her down, and now, she had let herself down, following that dark path she'd decided for herself. A dark path I had put her down on ever since our first encounter since the winter break. <<s Eva>>I'm going in. Bye.<</s>> She left me there, pondering the status we'd reached, thinking of the depth and gravity of the situation. Now the choice was simple, leave her to it, to the dangers of going down that path alone, or going in and watching what was hidden behind the door, what awaited her from here on out? Either way, the die was already cast. <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>> <<link "Let her go" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 4>><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbcreveal.jpg">> The cock was already hard when my friend made her way inside of the "wrong" locker room, ready to greet her and welcome her in the steamy room, eager to make use of the seduced and controlled individual that now visited it. <<s stranger>>About time.<</s>> The man said, while another revealed himself from a corner of the room. I stood at the door watching as <<light Belle>> slowly started undressing, looking at the other man also remove his clothing. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbccomparison.jpg">> Two hard cocks, at full mast, at attention, ready to ravage my friend and make her their slut. And I had nothing I could do to stop it. I was well and truly just a spectator of the debauchery that was to ensue. I had brought her here by my inaction, and now I had no control over the actions that they would take. In mere moments, they had her stripped and were starting their abuse of her submissive and docile body. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbc4.mp4">> <<s stranger>>This is what you've been looking for. This is the treatment you crave.<</s>> The man said as he slapped her face, humiliating her. And while a part of me wanted to go in, defend her, I just had to heed her own words, encouraging the actions they were taking against her: <<s Eva>>Yes! Yes! I'm just a common whore. I need to be put in my place I live to serve!<</s>> Her cries of acceptance, appreciation, love, and eagerness, were only muffled when a hard cock found itself lodged in her mouth, shutting her up, and bringing out moans instead of cries of pleasure. My friend was a willing participant in her own abuse, and I couldn't help but get turned on by this whole thing. Time after time after time, I had made a decision to help her further down that path, and now, I reap the reward of my intervention. I could've denied her the help of the workouts, and I doubt that she'd have done the mistake she has countless times since, counting on me to guide her away from her own dark urges. Yet I was eagerly pushing her down that road. Eagerly anticipating this exact image. The image of my friend finally impaled on a hard black cock, claiming her innocence and forever turning her into a whore for BBC. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/eva-bbc-riding.jpg">> Riding a cock, a humiliated, defeated beauty turned full whore. My friend was defeated, and it was a beauty to see. A BEAUTY! And the beasts that defiled her. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/eva-bbc-riding2.jpg">> Riding, eagerly, willingly, and enjoying the debasement and defilement. My friend was finally defeated, whatever old part of her now gone. It was not a dream. It was reality. And reality kicked in even more when one of them turned to me: <<s stranger>>Are you joining or simply watching this whole thing?<</s>> They asked, challenging me to take a stand. <<s Eva>>No! Today's all about me! But she can watch!<</s>> My friend implored, truly wanting to be the center of attention in her ultimate humiliation, in her turning out. And I was eager to let her have her moment. I wouldn't tarnish it with my actions... Even if I wanted to. <<s stranger>>So either she gets closer and truly watch what will happen to her the next time she's here, or she retreats like a good girl and let us have our way with you.<</s>> A strange ultimatum. Yet one that was placed for me nonetheless. Would I risk myself even further in my spectator's guise, just for the chance to see more of the humiliation brought upon my friend? //Did I want to?// <div id='choices'><<link "I need to see this through">><<pickup $friendsevents "EW Blacked Accepted Me" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 50>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to see this through. I needed to keep seeing the debasement of my friend, and what could be mine should things continue the way they have been. The boys were willing, and so was I, so what more could I hope for? I went for it, moving closer, without a word. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-tagteam.mp4">> My friend was working hard to service both cocks, one on each side, as I saw her beautiful, naughty face enjoying this whole thing. No, she was more than enjoying. It was like bliss, perfection, having found exactly what she'd been looking for for a while now. And a satisfaction that could not be denied. My friend was overjoyed to be double-teamed by strangers with hard black cocks, and I felt lucky to be the one to witness that ultimate change of character. The nerdy <<light Eva>> had changed places with the naughty, minxy white whore for black cock <<light Belle>>. A beauty to see and appreciate. And I was the witness. <<s stranger>>Next time, you're joining her, slut.<</s>> One of the men told me, and I could only nod in acceptance. //Next time, I'd join her... I couldn't wait for next Wednesday!// My mind had already forgotten about my own relationship. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave. Leave while I still can.">><<pickup $friendsevents "EW Blacked Rejected Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I guess... I guess I should leave...<</s>> I said as I slowly moved away from the naughty scene that was taking place in front of me. <<s stranger>>Stupid girl can't handle this.<</s>> One of them said, gathering moans from my friend. She was agreeing to what he said! Whether the agreement was the me being stupid part or the me not being able to handle it was left to be seen... <<s stranger>>You better not be around next time we have our way with your slut of a friend, because you'll be joining her if you are.<</s>> He warned me as I moved out of the room. That was a true ultimatum. I either leave my friend to her depravation, to the corruption that had entirely taken hold of her, or I join her in the absolute broken behavior she was exhibiting. I had lost her either way, and now, the challenge was not to lose myself to it all as well... Despite every ounce of my body begging me to go for it as well. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 5>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbc5.mp4">> Scene not written yet. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <</if>>

<<add "arousal" 30>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird1.mp4">> My friend was far beyond the point of no return, rubbing her folds with the strong pressure of the shower head, openly masturbating in a public space. My friend was now a public whore, and eagerly so, and was playing with herself, hoping to be seen, in complete awareness that she was engaging in that naughty act in a place reserved for men. At one point in our friendship relationship, or whatever else you want to call it, I had thought she was a closeted bisexual. Now that misconception was entirely disproven. Disproven by the massive black cock that ebbed and flowed as the owner of the impressive member watched playing with herself, as she watched his cock, biting her lip as she thought about it. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird3.mp4">> An impressive member, and an impressively naughty girl. Both staring at one another, challenging the other for their move. Yet the move was individual, it was for the person to make with themselves alone. The move was against themselves, to make sure they'd attract the other person as much as possible. And me, a third person, watching it all unfold, and slowly rooting for them both to lose themselves to each other. A voyeur, watching something beyond a seduction. Watching rather a game of wills and intensity that had been played for weeks on end now. And it was obvious that this was not a climax. There was no checkmate here, there was a long game that they both were playing. And one, I was quite sure, my friend was losing time and time again. Last time she had begged another stranger to do whatever he wanted to her. This time, she is putting herself on display in front of the menacing black guy, wanting to provoke him. An intentional mistake to go into the wrong place, and try to make the most of it, but at the end of the day, at the core, the mistake would prevail, She mistakenly believed she could hold on. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird4.jpg">> Then her eyes caught mine, her hazy, horny eyes, and my gaping, engaged ones, watching in rapt attention. She looked at me, and I at her. And a decision was made... <<if $friendsevents.has("EvaBBCAcceptance") or $evasub gte 30>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird2.mp4">> Showerhead thrown to the side, my naughty, submissive and completely mindless friend got to work on rubbing herself for the stranger. And me! Her eyes drifted between us, as she toyed with her folds and he with his cock. And her moans rose. She was putting on a show for the both of us, and I was enjoyingthat sultry show she was putting on. Dear God was I enjoying the naughtiness she was showing me, and the hardness he was revealing as well! He smiled at me, his hard cock in hand, putting it on display for the both of us to see. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird4.jpg">> A big, juicy, tasty cock. In need of servicing. Oh my god. I thought my friend was the one being seduced. Yet all along, I was also being toyed with. All along, I might've went in because of my friend, stayed because of er eyes, her naughtiness. But I was getting turned on because of the hard cock that was rising to greet me. I was as seduced as she was by the naughtiness of it all. I thought she was the one losing herself. Yet I was also being played by the strength of the BBC. He was a stranger, nameless. Even different than the last man that <<light Belle>> had found herself with. And not, he also had me seduced, eager to see more of him. <<s stranger>>All you white girls are the same, slaves to the BBC.<</s>> His words barely registered, my eyes taken by the fantastic member of significance and importance that stood to attention. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird5.mp4">> <<s stranger>>Next time, you'll both be servicing this cock. You'll soon both be my whores.<</s>> He announced his challenge, making it clear there was an ultimatum to this whole thing. I'd lose alongside my friend if I continued down that path. In trying to stay by her side, I'd get seduced just like her. And I was thrilled about it. I looked forward to it. I couldn't wait for the upcoming "workout". And looking at her in the aftermath of the encounter, I noticed... Neither could she. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <<else>>Maybe it was the words of wisdom I had given her just moments ago, or maybe it was because she just wasn't too far gone yet... My friend slowed down her activity. Her escalation of a situation that she probably had no control over. And in turn, the man noticed my presence, understanding that their game had come to an end. <<s stranger>>Fucking cockblocker.<</s>> He claimed as he got redressed and moved past me. And I saw him leave us alone... I looked at my friend, and she at me, as she slowly stood and composed herself. <<s Eva>>I... Thank you for your words.<</s>> She said, shy again. Had I not been here, who knows where things would've gotten... <<s Author>>I'll be at the door to make sure you're not bothered. Be quick.<</s>> She took a breath, and nodded. I headed out. My friend was safe, thanks to my momentary intervention. I need to stay here, to keep her safe. I need to keep being there for her. I loved my <<light Belle>>. <<link "Move Along" "Gym">><</link>><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-firstmeeting.jpg">> <<light Eva>> was starting to discover what working out at a gym was all about, her new clothes in tow and her fun attitude guiding her actions. Yet there were still questions unanswered. <<s Author>>Hey Eva, why are you working out? What changed?<</s>> I asked my friend. <<s Eva>>Honestly I'm not entirely sure.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Eva>>I guess it could be because I am jealous of you and Yara, or because I'm just not hot enough.<</s>> <<s Author>>Not hot enough? You always turn heads Eva!<</s>> I said to her trying to instill some confidence in my friend. <<s Eva>>I just... I'm a different kind of hot, childish. I want to be seen as a woman, a lady.<</s>> I smiled to myself. A lady... My friend was attractive, and men who see attractive women do not consider them ladies, but rather playthings to toy with... <<s Eva>>You don't seem to agree with my thinking.<</s>> She said plainly, looking at me for signs of response. <div id='choices'><<if $evasmarts lte 5>><<link "You're too gullible to be a lady.">><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, Eva, you're too gullible to be a lady.<</s>> And she truly was, ever the accepting individual that has been growing more and more... Vapid. And I really knew that me saying that would push her down that path even further, make her accept this side of her. <<s Eva>>Hey that's unfair!<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>It's not about you, Eva. It's about men. It's about what they want to see. And at the very least, you're giving them something of value to see. I admire that in you.<</s>> She thought for a moment, broken down somehow, trying to deal with the words I said to her. <<s Eva>>You really think so?<</s>> She asked. Hook, line, and sinker. <<s Author>>I know so.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well the thing is, I admire you. That's why I've decided to workout with you...<</s>> She finally admitted. <<s Author>>Well in that case, are we going to be working out or talk for the rest of the day?<</s>> I asked her teasingly, moving to the first set. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're too gullible to be a lady" "She's still pretty smart (5)">><</if>> <<link "Complying with society's expectations is the right thing to do.">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I admire that courage, Eva. Following that path is the right thing to do.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You really think so?<</s>> <<s Author>>I know so. Isn't it easier to simply follow what other people do, instead of trying to fight against the status-quo?<</s>> I asked her, trying to make logic out of my deception. She smiled and nodded. <<s Eva>>I've tried to fight against it, and look at where that got me.<</s>> She explained. I carefully ommited the fact that we had followed society's expectations with our grades and it never got us anywhere. Was I fooling myself just as much as I was trying to help my friend? <<s Eva>>So what are we doing first?<</s>> She asked, ready to have this show on the road. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You shouldn't do it for people, but rather for yourself.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva... You shouldn't do it for other people, no matter who they might be. You should do it for yourself. You're the only one who's opinion matters.<</s>> I said to my friend, trying to instil some confidence in her. <<s Eva>>What if I can't find that confidence in me?<</s>> She asked, real insecurities starting to show their ugly face. <<s Author>>What if you find your true self instead?<</s>> I asked her, flipping her script against her. She remained thoughtful. <<s Author>>You're worth much more than a look and a thirsty eagerness. You're awesome even without this whole sexy body thing.<</s>> I said last before moving to work out. I could see how fantastic my friend was very easily. Why did she find it hard to discover it herself? <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<pic Eva>><</pic>><<s Eva>>Come on! Some of the boys invited us to play a game with them, they need 2 new players!<</s>> My friend tried to encourage me to join her with relative stranger to the game that they seemed to have organized. <<s Author>>I don't know...<</s>> <<s Eva>>They're paying for the field.<</s>> <<s Author>>Count me in!<</s>> <<linkreplace "Play with them">><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-footballside.jpg">>My friend was excited to be playing football in the beautiful outdoor field, as was I. //And yes, before anyone asks, it's football. A foot and a ball. Cry me a river.// <<s Eva>>Obviously, us being the only girls, we're playing against each other.<</s>> She smiled at me, a challenging look that told me she was going to give it her all, not hand over an easy game. And I was not going to back down from her challenge either. There were other people in the field, but my mark was <<light Eva>>, and I was enjoying playing against the only other girl on the field. Though I did feel like I was holding back from going all out on her... <div id='choices'><<if $athletics gte 50>><<link "Show her she has a long way to go.">><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-soccerme.mp4">> I wouldn't want my friend to get any crazy idas about her abilities. She had a long way to go, and I'd make sure she recognized that. <<s Author>>You can't catch me!<</s>> I teased her as I showed off my athleticism, beating her at every twist and turn, laughing the whole time. <<s Eva>>Woah relax!<</s>> She called out every time I passed her, showing off my prowess. My friend was pressed to catch up to me, and was short of doing so at every moment. It was a joy to see her re-evaluate her abilities like that, and I saw that she understood my dominance, at least physical in nature, over her. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show her she has a long way to go" "Not athletic enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Give her a clear challenge">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-soccerboth.mp4">> While I did want to play the best I could and give my friend a challenge, I tried to balance out the intensity with which I was playing, to give her a decent chance to improve her abilities. <<s Author>>Widen your stance, keep your feet apart, bend the knees. That way you can switch positions faster.<</s>> Under my guidance, my friend did improve quite a bit in her game, catching up to me countless times and giving me a decent challenge at other times. While she still understood I was the better athlete, she was fine with it, making her peace with the fact and doing her best to keep up. That was indeed a nice workout for the both of us. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Make mistakes to raise her spirits">><<add "Eva" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-soccereva.mp4">> While playing, I gave her one too many opportunities, and my friend made use of that gap to score a point. Her celebration was over the top, as she removed her shirt and started waing it in the air, enjoying her success. The cheers she received from the watching boys was quite the sight, my friend in her sports bra and them enjoying the sight. She didn't care, she had won! And her smile towards me showed me she recognized that I was taking it easy on her. //It's nice doing nice things for your friends.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited() is 3>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-improvement.mp4">> My friend was working out today, just like any other day, and her improvements were clear and obvious. She had started building up a shapely bum, and her posture was absolutely correct. I had to praise her. <<s Author>>Eva, you look fantastic!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Really? I've noticed I've gotten a bit fatter...<</s>> She said, looking at her ass in the mirror. <<s Author>>Honey, that's not fatter, that's more muscular. And it fucking suits you!<</s>> My crude language made her blush. She appreciated the compliment. <<s Eva>>Oh then thanks! I'm happy for it!<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Spank her ass, feel it out!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-spank.mp4">> My hands landing hard on my friend's backside, and she was quick to speak up against it: <<s Eva>>Hey! Not cool!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes cool. I helped create that ass, it's only right I get to feel it.<</s>> I said, confident in my posture. My friend was shocked at my statement, then reviewed her position. <<s Eva>>I mean... I guess it does make sense.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes it does, you naughty little thing. Your body is mine to shape and grow.<</s>> I teased her, smiling wide. She blushed hard, noticing what she agreed to and how hard I would like to take things. //I'd turn her out the way I wanted to. She's almost entirely willing!// <<link "Move Along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Spank her ass, feel it out!" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "Compliment her even more">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No seriously, Eva. It's like... So hot.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay, horny girl. Enough obsession over my ass!<</s>> She joked back at me, laughing. <<s Author>>I'd do you.<</s>> I said finally. <<s Eva>>I know.<</s>> //She's hot when she's confident like that. And sexy like that. I think I might be into her way deeper than expected...// <<link "Move Along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it slide" "Gym">><</link>></div><</if>>

<<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-random1.mp4">> My friend's workout was all over the place, her technique entirely flawed... Yet it was pretty to see. I liked the way she made her hips jiggle and bounce... <<case 2>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-random2.mp4">> <<light Eva>> gave it her all todaym squatting a bigger weight than normal. Our exercises were starting to have a positive effect on her. <<case 3>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-random3.mp4">> My sexy friend was still new to the gym, choosing the oddest of positions to have her workouts. Not that any of the people there minded, with the sight she was offering... <<default>>No scenes to watch, oopsie!<</switch>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

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<<pic Eva>><</pic>> I still couldn't get over the fact that my dearest <<light Eva>> was now my partner, someone that I was to share beautiful moments with. While we had missed out on a workout last Wednesday, we still were having a workout of our own on the last day of our trip to Barcelona. A nice workout with a nice, happy ending... And yet another on the past Friday evening when we came back. Things were looking up for us, and despite being the two sexiest babes out here in the gym, we were enamored with one another entirely, not caring about anyone else. <<s Eva>>You know, <<print $name>>...<</s>> She had approached me with still a hint of hesitation in her voice in between workouts, <<s Eva>>This is not temporary for me. This arrangement of ours.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not an arrangement, it's a relationship.<</s>> I simply said, letting her know that I was equally on the long run with it. <<s Author>>And I know it's going to be hard for you to accept it entirely as such, but we're together now.<</s>> <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">>Granted, there was a third in our relationship, and it broke all conventions as we both worshipped our highly athletic friend, but that didn't mean that I didn't care about <<light Eva>>. <<s Author>>I more than care about you, Eva.<</s>> I explained further to her. <<s Author>>There's no one that can understand me the way you do, no one that has embraced this position like you have alongside me. In doing so, you have brought me strength.<</s>> I was speaking from the heart, and I could see that <<light Eva>> was receiving it openly. <<s Eva>>I find strength from you, babe.<</s>> She admitted herself, <<s Eva>>I never would have found myself with Yara if it hadn't been for you.<</s>> We were there for each other, serving <<light Yara>> thanks to the other person's presence. <<s Eva>>And no matter what comes next, no matter who joins or doesn't,<</s>> She must have felt the same thing as me about <<light Yara>>'s intentions to be saying that, <<s Eva>>I know that your presence there will help me embrace every moment that awaits us.<</s>> And I knew the same applied to me too. There was hesitation to <<light Eva>>'s voice, like she was looking to convince herself first of the facts of this conversation. And I could see it, but preferred not to comment on it. It was tricky waters to navigate, but I figured that since I brought her energy to stay with it, maybe I could continue to help her accept our newfound freedom in servitude. I knew I had a mission to fulfill in this budding relationship, and now looked forward to make our mistress proud. <<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">>Indeed, tere was a third in our relationship. A beautiful, recently discovered innocent flower by the name of <<light Ella>>. A flower we both looked to nurture and grow, who admitted to something personal and intimate the last time we were together and looked for us to help with it. That didn't mean that <<light Eva>> would ever be thrown to the sidelines. We were all in this together, equal partners in a budding throuple. <<s Author>>I care about the both of you deeply, Eva.<</s>> I further explained to her, <<s Author>>No one understands me the way you both do, and no one pushes me to be the best version of myself like you do.<</s>> I was speaking from the heart, and I could see that <<light Eva>> was receiving it openly. <<s Author>>I know it's hard to admit the kind of relationship us three have, and we have yet to find the way to share that with the world, but I'm truly excited for it.<</s>> I explained. <<s Eva>>I find strength in you, babe.<</s>> She admitted herself, <<s Eva>>I was struggling with even suggesting something to Ella, and you gave the both of us the push we needed, and the glue to stick together with you.<</s>> We were there for each other, all three of us, a beautiful balanced match that somehow made sense. We might have not seen it when the year started, but we were definitely gravitating closer and closer to one another over time. <<s Eva>>No matter the challenges that await the three of us, or how I'd eventually have to explain it to my parents, I know that your presence there, the both of you, will help me embrace every moment that awaits us.<</s>> She further said, a small, somewhat confident smile growing on her face. I knew that the same applied to me, and that I'd do anything to defend the truly unique relationship we'd found ourselves in. There were murky waters ahead, probably, as I thought of what our throuple would look like even a week from now, especially with a trans girl that constantly accepted more and more of herself, but I was excited for the budding future that we were building together. And in my imagination, in seeing <<light Eva>> workout alongside me, I secretely hoped and wished that we'd somehow be able to workout together someday, all three of us. It's been truly a shame that <<light Ella>> would halt Wednesday's workout as soon as <<light Eva>> joined in. Maybe I needed to find a way to bring us three together once more? <<elseif $relationship is "evaonly" and $evacharacter is "Romantic">>What we had was truly unique, though something that <<light Eva>> had struggled to admit about herself for a long time. We were well and truly engaged in a lesbian relationship, and a budding one at that, and in being in it we were actively dismantling everything that <<light Eva>> had been struggling with since the beginning of the year. <<s Author>>I truly care about you deeply, Eva, and am ready to take on any challenge we might face alongside you. We both deserve it.<</s>> I explained to her with emotion. I was speaking from the heart, and I could see that my partner was receiving it openly. <<s Author>>I know it's hard to admit the kind of relationship we both have. I still am trying to discover what it means to be together, but I am excited for the both of us to truly find ourselves in this relationship, find a way to share it with the world, and welcome whatever struggle we might find next. Together.<</s>> I was getting emotional as I spoke. Thankfully, my beautiful partner matched my energy, her voice becoming even more serious as she found strength in my own honesty. <<s Eva>>I find strength in you, babe. While I constantly struggle with my self image, you put my mind at ease, and give me the space to welcome every aspect of myself openly. I'm sure that through each other's help, and love, we'll be able to face any challenge that might come in our face.<</s>> She said, emotional, before adding: <<s Eva>>I know I'll eventually have to share the truth of us with my parents, but I hope you'll give me the space to do so at my own terms.<</s>> I would not have it any other way. <<s Author>>Of course not, Eva.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>I completely understand, and trust you to make the right choices throughout this journey.<</s>> <<s Author>>We'll take things at whatever pace you need them, one step at a time, no rush.<</s>> I said to her enthusiastically, <<s Author>>All I care about is being with you, without fear or drawbacks.<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiled her sweet smile, nodding as she saw the positive emotions I held towards the matter. We didn't need to change our whole world overnight. We'd take things slow, because we had all the time in the world to get to where we need to be. We had time, and one another, and that's all we needed. <<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">>What we had was truly unique, though something that <<light Eva>> had struggled to admit about herself for a long time. We were well and truly engaged in a lesbian relationship, and a budding one at that, and in being in it we were actively dismantling everything that <<light Eva>> had been struggling with since the beginning of the year. <<s Author>>I know there's special dynamics to our relationship, but I truly care about you deeply, Eva, and am ready to take on any challenge we might face alongside you. We both deserve it.<</s>> I explained to her with emotion, not denying that we had clear power dynamics between us. I was speaking from the heart, and I could see that my partner was receiving it openly. <<s Author>>I know it's hard to admit the kind of relationship we both have, especially when you have given so much of yourself to me already and since we continue to follow down that specific path.<</s>> I was getting emotional as I spoke. <<s Author>>I still am trying to discover what it means to be together, but I am excited for the both of us to truly find ourselves in this relationship, find a way to share it with the world, and welcome whatever struggle we might find next. Together.<</s>> Thankfully, my beautiful submissive partner matched my energy, her voice becoming even more serious as she found strength in my own honesty. <<s Eva>>I find strength in you, babe. While I constantly struggle with my self image, you put my mind at ease, and give me the space to welcome every aspect of myself openly, even my submissiveness. Especially my submissiveness. I'm sure that through each other's help, and love, we'll be able to face any challenge that might come in our face.<</s>> She said, emotional, before adding: <<s Eva>>I know I'll eventually have to share the truth of us with my parents, but I hope you'll give me the space to do so at my own terms.<</s>> I would not have it any other way. <<s Author>>Of course not, Eva.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>I completely understand, and trust you to make the right choices throughout this journey. I wouldn't force it out of you at any point.<</s>> Yes, I held the power, but I also had the responsibility of keeping my lover safe. <<s Author>>We'll take things at whatever pace you need them, one step at a time, no rush.<</s>> I said to her enthusiastically, <<s Author>>All I care about is being with you, without fear or drawbacks.<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiled her sweet smile, nodding as she saw the positive emotions I held towards the matter. We didn't need to change our whole world overnight. We'd take things slow, because we had all the time in the world to get to where we need to be. We had time, and one another, and that's all we needed. <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>What we had was truly unique, though something that <<light Eva>> had struggled to admit about herself for a long time. We were well and truly engaged in a lesbian relationship, and a budding one at that, and in being in it we were actively dismantling everything that <<light Eva>> had been struggling with since the beginning of the year. <<s Author>>I know there's special dynamics to our relationship, but I truly care about you deeply, Eva, and am ready to take on any challenge we might face alongside you. We both deserve it.<</s>> I explained to her with emotion, not denying that we had clear power dynamics between us. I was speaking from the heart, and I could see that my partner was receiving it openly. <<s Author>>I know it's hard to admit the kind of relationship we have, especially when you like Yara have given so much of yourself to me already and since we continue to follow down that specific path.<</s>> I was getting emotional as I spoke, <<s Author>>I still am trying to discover what it means to be together, but I am excited for all of us to truly find ourselves in this relationship, find a way to share it with the world, and welcome whatever struggle we might find next. Together.<</s>> Thankfully, my beautiful submissive partner matched my energy, her voice becoming even more serious as she found strength in my own honesty. <<s Eva>>I find strength in you, babe. And in Yara sharing that journey with me. While I constantly struggle with my self image, you put my mind at ease, and give me the space to welcome every aspect of myself openly, even my submissiveness. Especially my submissiveness. I'm sure that through each other's help, and love, we'll be able to face any challenge that might come in our face.<</s>> She said, emotional, before adding: <<s Eva>>I know I'll eventually have to share the truth of us with my parents, but I hope you'll give me the space to do so at my own terms.<</s>> I would not have it any other way. <<s Author>>Of course not, Eva.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>I completely understand, and trust you to make the right choices throughout this journey. I wouldn't force it out of you at any point.<</s>> Yes, I held the power over the both of them, but I also had the responsibility of keeping my lovers safe. <<s Author>>We'll take things at whatever pace you need them, one step at a time, no rush.<</s>> I said to her enthusiastically, <<s Author>>All I care about is being with you, without fear or drawbacks.<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiled her sweet smile, nodding as she saw the positive emotions I held towards the matter. We didn't need to change our whole world overnight. We'd take things slow, because we had all the time in the world to get to where we need to be. We had time, and one another, and that's all we needed.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<<pichalf "workout/eva-workoutfit.jpg">> I couldn't get over how attractive my partner looked in her new gym clothes, a beautiful figure that just begged for attention and care. <<s Author>>Wait, hold that position.<</s>> I told my lover, wanting to show her just how attractive she looked in that moment, pulling out my phone to do exactly that. <<s Eva>>What are you doing?<</s>> This moment was a bit surreal, as I realized that we'd started these workouts as friends sharing a common interest. Now, I was snapping pictures of my partner, enjoying her beauty as other looked along at the photoshoot through furtive yet distant glances. <<vid "workout/eva-workoutease.mp4">> <<s Author>>You're so beautiful. Belle.<</s>> I said to her, drawing on my knowledge of French to flirt with her. Her blush was a cute one, one I eagerly snapped with my camera. <<s Eva>>Show me.<</s>> She asked, an inner need to feel beautiful and see herself as beautiful being filled. I was happy to offer my lover exactly that, to share with her the moments where I saw her as beautiful. And I looked alongside her at the pictures I'd snapped, appreciating them fully. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<link "We need to send the pictures to our mistress">><<pickup $club "EWP Partner" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was one person that deserved these pictures, and there was no doubt in my mind that we needed to respect her authority in that moment. After all, last time we were here together we'd admitted that we were connected under her. <<s Author>>I'm definitely sending these to mist- Yara.<</s>> I was too reverant of our dominant, to the point where even subconsciously I had started addressing her with the respect that she deserved. <<s Eva>>It's only right.<</s>> My fellow submissive was of the same mind as me, eager to be showing herself off to our common lover. <<s Author>>I really hope she joins us next time.<</s>> <<light Eva>> gave a sly smile. <<s Author>>What?<</s>> She gave a chuckle before she shared what was on her mind. <<s Eva>>She'll give us quite the workout.<</s>> My naughty submissive partner said, eliciting a hearty laugh for me too. <<s Author>>I'm quite familiar with those!<</s>> I admitted excitedly, already looking forward to next time. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<link "Let's entice Yara with these pictures">><<pickup $club "EWP Partner" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was one person that I wanted to tease, thaat I wanted to pull in further and further under my control. <<s Author>>Let's send this to your naughty partner.<</s>> I made my choice, teasing <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>Do you think she'll like them?<</s>> She asked, self-conscious. <<s Author>>If she wasn't mine like you were, she'd try to hit on you and dominate you, Eva.<</s>> I reassured her, <<s Author>>Good thing you're both mine and well controlled.<</s>> I smiled as I saw <<light Yara>>'s reply to the picture. <<s Yara>>Omg she looks stunning!<</s>> <<s Author>>You're joining us next Wednesday.<</s>> I texted back, <<s Author>>And you're dressing the part, understood?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yes mistress.<</s>> The small thrill that spread through me was fantastic, as I further realized just how much control I was starting to have over these two lovely ladies, and how much I would continue to dominate them, one naughty lovely step at a time until they offered their full allegiance. <<s Author>>You better step your game up next time, you lovely sexy minx.<</s>> I warned <<light Eva>> with an eager smile, already imagining how I'd manipulate them both into ultimate submission. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<link "Let's send these pictures to Ella">><<pickup $club "EWP Partner" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's only fair that we share these pictures with Ella, don't you agree?<</s>> I asked my partner, eager to involve our third in the game we were now engaged in. <<light Eva>>'s eyes immediately lit up with excitement. <<s Eva>>Of course! That would be fantastic!<</s>> My mind revisited moments with <<light Ella>>, spent in this gym with all the naughty beauty that came with it. I'd missed them, despite her being replaced by my partner here, and was hoping to find a way back to them. And so here I was now, ready to tease and entice <<light Ella>> once more, though now with the help of our lovely partner, and it felt right to be engaged in that activity like that. There was something that felt completely adequate to this. <<s Author>>Eva and I miss you <3<</s>> I sent a message with the pictures, immediately receiving an eager response from our partner. <<s Ella>>Oh my god she looks amazing!<</s>> <<s Author>>You're missing out!<</s>> I further teased. <<s Ella>>Fuck it, I'm coming next time.<</s>> The promise of a good time sent beautiful shivers of appreciation down my spine, as I excitedly imagined where next time would take us, my two gym partners now united... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 40>><<link "She should post these online">><<pickup $club "EWP Social" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>This picture is too beautiful to miss out on.<</s>> I made my claim to my partner, <<s Author>>I truly believe you should share it online.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You think so?<</s>> She asked me with hesitation. <<s Author>>Have I ever led you astray?<</s>> I asked her pointedly. <<s Eva>>No... And I do like showing off from time to time.<</s>> <<s Author>>I like showing you off too!<</s>> I said, wrapping my arm around her and giving her a tight embrace. We would kiss now. We could... But I thought it best not to, not while people were looking with a bit too much interest and lecherous stares. I felt excited about my sexy partner sharing such a beautiful picture online.<<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo">><br>It was particularly exciting to think of the kind of teasing we could engage our partner in online, making sure everyone saw how open and naughty we could be. //Though I wasn't ready to share that with <<light Eva>> here and now.// I thought internally as I liked my lips at the prospect.<</if>> Showing off my beauty while having her all to myself... A special thrill coursed through me at the thought. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo">><<dark "*" "Will be able to later invite our partner online">><</if>><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "Media Savviness not high enough (40)">><</if>> <<link "I'm keeping them to myself">><<pickup $club "EWP Private" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//I wouldn't want to share her with anyone.// I thought to myself as I looked at the picture on the phone in my hand. <<s Eva>>All good?<</s>> My partner asked as I kept looking at the picture for a bit too long. <<s Author>>Yes... I'm lucky to have you.<</s>> I said to her then, looking up to appreciate the sight that was right in front of me. She softened at that, looking back at me with clearly deep emotion. <<s Eva>>I'm lucky to have you.<</s>> The hug we shared was a deep, real one. Carrying over from last time's conversation, I realized even further just how real our emotions were towards each other, and just how special and unique our love actually was. Private, personal, real. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited() is 1>>Last time <<light Eva>> and I were together here, I enjoyed her body as I took sexy pictures of her in beautiful positions. Vulnerable positions. And we had decided to entice a certain athletic someone who was eagerly joining us this time. <<vid "workout/evayara-kiss.mp4">> Our kisses were intense, deep, loving. And we were eagerly and openly following that new high that we'd reached in our relationship, seeing things evolve between us. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<pichalf "workout/evayara-worship.jpg">> As I kept an eye out, I was also an eager witness of the worship of my mistress by my fellow sub, openly in the middle of the barely habited gym. Sexy bodies on display, and me being the only witness to this public debauchery. <<s Eva>>I am yours, all yours!<</s>> Words of affirmation, or confirmation of devotion, flowed from my fellow sub as I kept an eye out for them, eager to please my mistress. <<pichalf "workout/evayara-licking1.jpg">> And being in servitude meant offering her pleasure, as my mistress' mouth opened agape in a soft, silent music that endangered them and called for their discovery as the naughty submissive got to work on her folds. <<pichalf "workout/evayara-licking2.jpg">> But they were discovering new way to work out their frustrations, using the workout equipment in the naughtiest of settings to bring one another the pleasure they seeked. A naughty development of their relationship, all in front of my eyes. <<light Eva>> was losing her mind trying to offer our mistress the pleasure she deserved, and I could feel a sense of jealousy rise through me as I realized I'd all but handed her over on a silver plater, being the reason behind my mistress being here by sending her the pictures. <<vid "workout/evayara-scissors.mp4">> And so when she switched things up and brought <<light Eva>> low to grind against her, I eagerly wished I was there instead of her, not understanding the emotions that were coursing through me. There was jealousy, but there was also a naughty peace that came with it as I realized that this feeling came from my own hand. I'd been the reason behind this naughty playfulness, and I'd facilitated their pleasure. And I would only watch this naughty, sexy development, the only consolation being I'd get to keep it safe from prying eyes... <<if $friendsevents.has("SUP Leo Harem Accepted")>><<link "Move along" "EW Yara Visit">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<pichalf "workout/evayara-worship.jpg">> I was happy to have someone new to watch for us as I took control of our latest addition to Wednesday's workouts. While <<light Eva>> was sneaking glances at us, I slowly but surely took charge of my once dominant friend, now submissive pet. <<pichalf "workout/evayara-licking1.jpg">> And she was eager to please, undeniably bringing me beautiful pleasure as I had her lick me off in the middle of my workout. I wanted to workout my frustration, and she seemed to know exactly how to help that happen, serving openly as I felt her lick me with an eagerness that could not be denied. <<pichalf "workout/evayara-licking2.jpg">> <<s Author>>That's it, girl. Lick me all up like only you know how.<</s>> I felt beautiful jolts of electricity rise through me as I realized that the submissive now serving me was using the techniques she'd wanted used on her, licking in certain ways and stroking my folds in angles that she knew would bring pleasure. A pleasure she was so desperate for, but couldn't receive unless I gave the persmission for it. And she'd continue to struggle, to be in need without a clear solution. Until I allowed it. <<vid "workout/evayara-scissors.mp4">> And the only way I'd allow it is if it was forceful, controlling. <<light Yara>> was progressively discovering who was in charge, and I was constantly showing her how it felt to lose control. And she was loving it. Being the kind and compassionate mistress I was, I also allowed <<light Eva>> to find her pleasure later on, as I held her for the other sub to please the way she'd pleased me. <<vid "workout/evayara-pleasing.mp4">> //I was a good and benevolent domme after all!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</if>> <<else>><<vid "workout/evayara-pleasing.mp4">> Thankfully, I got my reward a bit later in the showers of the gym, though not because I'd brought these two together. <<light Yara>> had something else in mind, it seemed... <<s Yara>>That's for your work on Ella, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She'd clarify as <<light Eva>> got to work on me, making me moan under the ropes of water flowing over us. She was struggling underneath me, but it didn't matter. We'd done something good and that was all that mattered. <<s Yara>>We'll need her ready to put on a cage at the Easter Party. Only then would she truly prove her loyalty to me and being feminine for me.<</s>> My mistress explained as pleasure coursed through me. <<s Yara>>Eva, you'll need to buy her the dress for the party. Make sure she looks nice.<</s>> The orders were flowing, and <<light Eva>> moaned in agreement against me, a jolt of pleasure flying across me. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> you'll buy her chastity cage. Do you understand?<</s>> My moan sealed my fate - and <<light Ella>>'s eventually, as I confirmed the job would be done. I was ready to serve, and hopefully get that same pleasure again sometime. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ella to Harem" 1>><</link>><</if>>

<<vid "workout/evaleo-happy.mp4">> <<light Eva>> was excited to have our partner join us on today's workout, as <<light Ella>> reached us with her beautiful set of workout gear. <<s Author>>Finally seeing you here again on Wednesday!<</s>> <<s Eva>>If I knew all it would take was a picture of me, we'd have sent it long ago!<</s>> The vibes between the three of us were always so beautiful, a smooth feeling of alignment. There was this bubble around us, every time we were together. I'd constantly felt it, even at my birthday, when in all the chaos that was transpiring I could find that silence and serenity between the three of us. <<s Author>>I'm lucky to have you both.<</s>> <<s Ella>>I was just thinking the same.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah...<</s>> The sappiness wouldn't last long though. <<linkreplace "Fool around">><<if $masturbation.has("Ella Cage")>>Especially when <<light Eva>> got her hands on our trans babe, stroking her softly and with clear intent. Her excitement at the beginning of our workout was clear now, as her gestures and strokes were quick to overwhelm our common lover. <<vid "workout/evaleo-rubbinglove.mp4">> <<s Eva>>You're so cute when you leak like that.<</s>> She hadn't realized that our trans lover had just reached satisfaction. <<s Author>>Absolutely beautiful.<</s>> I claimed as I watched <<light Ella>> give into the feelings rushing through her. There was no denying that <<light Ella>> was a sensitive girl, and that she'd need help controlling herself. A dream was slowly growing into a prophecy... Maybe I should be making sure that she'd stay safe in a cage. I figured then that the best way forward would be to ensure that my trans lover discovered what it meant to be a sissy, and lock her up myself. Maybe if I got the cage before the easter party...<<else>>Especially when <<light Eva>> was bent over above me, eager to receive <<light Ella>>'s sexy penis inside of her as I licked them both from below... <<vid "workout/evaleo-fucking.mp4">> To be so close to both of them, to be playing around with them in the piblic indecency of the locker room, no matter how private they may seem... I was getting really turned on by the adventures my lovers and I would continue to have as we engaged in our naughty activities more and more. There was no denying that this felt right. A polyamorous relationship that continued to fit correctly with every passing day... I was loving it without any holdbacks.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</linkreplace>>

<<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">>Before <<light Yara>> could approach our common partner on today's workout, lovingly roped in by the pictures she'd received last time my fellow sub and I were here, I saw the man I also expected to be there approaching <<light Eva>>, taking her attention and slowly working on her seduction. <<s Yara>>Oh shit.<</s>> My so-called mistress - it was a blur after my birthday party - watched alongside me as the black man moved to claim her other pet. And he was being victorious. <<vid "workout/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> We watched as he brought her to the bathrooms, showing off his member, door wide open without care. But more importantly, we watched as <<light Eva>> forgot all about her relationship and fell for the lovely, beautiful trap. The dark, strong member pulsing in her hand, and her eagerness to be playing with it clear. <<s Author>>Wow...<</s>> I whispered next to my mistress. <<s Yara>>Yeah...<</s>> <<vid "workout/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> Her agreement, a shock in the moment, was yet another step towards her ultimate defeat in retrospect. She'd lost, and we were watching her active defeat in real time, eagerly accepting this development as it progresses. So when <<light Jerome>> brought <<light Eva>> along to the showers and <<light Yara>> followed, it came with no surprise to me. It was clear what was to happen behind these shower curtains, and it was clear what my "mistress" was about to witness happening to her loving pet... //And I wanted to be there.// <<linkreplace "Follow them there">><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower3.jpg">> Exactly what was expected was happening, a clash of skin tones and a naughty public seduction of a once-innocent nerdy girl was taking place in the privacy of the showers, and my "mistress" and I were witnessing it all. A beautiful seduction, one whose arousal was even stronger as it transpired in front of the woman that was supposedly in complete control. <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower4.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Fuck...<</s>> The whispers that my naughty athletic partner gave were low, way lower than the sound of falling water or the moans that her submissive was giving under the manipulative arms of another. <<s Eva>>Fuckkk.<</s>> The innocent nerdy girl was losing control under the man's manipulation, and we were being eager witnesses to her downfall. I felt hot and bothered, a witness not only to that seduction, but one even more powerful, of my supposed domme, losing herself as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Realizing that <<light Jerome>> was winning over her, and seeming to like it. <<s Jerome>>Will you help me seduce them? Seduce your mistress?<</s>> The man asked our partner. And there, in front of us, the admission came. <<s Eva>>Yes, anything for you Jerome!<</s>> She moaned out in ultimate submissiveness, eager to please the man. What a sight, and what a change of pace... I felt hot at the thought of this naughty development, realizing that things were growing ever more exciting between us all, noticing how this change would continue to guide our actions moving forward... We were definitely losing to <<light Jerome>>, and we liked it. <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower5.jpg">> //Were we losing, or gaining another, truer dominant?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>>I had sent my other sub a picture of <<light Eva>> in the past workout. But today, as I saw that same girl being seduced right in front of my eyes, I felt thankful that the other pet was not here to witness the humiliation I felt. Right in front of me, <<light Jerome>> brought my naughty <<light Eva>> into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door, a part of me imagining he was hoping to be seen by me... <<vid "workout/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> I watched as <<light Eva>> forgot all about her relationship and fell for the lovely, beautiful trap. The dark, strong member pulsing in her hand, and her eagerness to be playing with it clear. I was slowly losing my mind seeing it all unfold, realizing how last Friday I'd started something that would only end badly, seeing how the man in front of me was seducing my lover one more time. And this time even further than the last. Even fuller. <<vid "workout/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> I had lost, and was watching my active defeat in real time, eagerly accepting this development as it progresses. So when <<light Jerome>> brought <<light Eva>> along to the showers, I had no choice in the matter. It was clear what was to happen behind these shower curtains, and it was clear what I would witness happening to my loving pet... //And I wanted to be there.// <<linkreplace "Follow them there">><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower3.jpg">> Exactly what was expected was happening, a clash of skin tones and a naughty public seduction of a once-innocent nerdy girl was taking place in the privacy of the showers, for me to witness alone. A beautiful seduction, one whose arousal was even stronger as it transpired in front of the woman that was supposedly in complete control. <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower4.jpg">> <<s Author>>Fuck...<</s>> The whispers that I gave were low, way lower than the sound of falling water or the moans that my submissive was giving under the manipulative arms of another. I was losing control over my lovers and my own reactions, and a huge part of me was loving it... <<s Eva>>Fuckkk.<</s>> The innocent nerdy girl was also losing control under the man's manipulation, and I was being an eager witness to her downfall. And mine. I felt hot and bothered, realizing that I was also being seduced in the moment, a part of me hoping I'd switch places with my own submissive... Was I too far gone? Realizing that <<light Jerome>> was winning over me, and seeming to like it. <<s Jerome>>Will you help me seduce them? Seduce your mistress?<</s>> The man asked her. And there, in front of us, the admission came. <<s Eva>>Yes, anything for you Jerome!<</s>> She moaned out in ultimate submissiveness, eager to please the man. What a sight, and what a change of pace... I felt hot at the thought of this naughty development, realizing that things were growing ever more exciting between us all, noticing how this change would continue to guide our actions moving forward... I was definitely, without the shadow of a doubt, losing to <<light Jerome>>, and was liking it. <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower5.jpg">> //Was I losing, or gaining another, truer dominant?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>>

<<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction1.mp4">> My lover was mine to play with, and I'd make sure that she got the pleasure she needed in the best ways I knew how. First grabbing her through her clothing and playing with her sexy body, I'd slowly transition into taking her clothes off, enjoying her body against mine with the clear intent of going for more. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction2.mp4">> Her moans a music in my ears as I continued to play with her, the publicity of things merging with the intimacy of my actions, as I continued my manipulation of my lover right there in the gym that had seen us workout sweats multiple times before - and each time in a more intimate manner than the last. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction3.mp4">> Last time I'd simply taken pictures of her. Now I had her naked under me as I played with her body in any which way I wanted, happy to be using her body to my advantage. Eager to be using her like that. I was loving it, as was she, and it was all that mattered. I was already looking forward to next Wednesday. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<img src="images/clubs/hrc.jpg" width="100%"><<pickup $club "HRC BLM 1 Seen" 1>> <center><h1>BLM Event</h1></center><center><h2>- I -</h2></center><div id="continue"><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blmevent1.jpg">> In pulling ourselves together and organizing, we joined the protest fighting for the BLM movement, excited to raising awareness on the issue. Finding support from some of the school's students and some faculty members, we were happy to see our cause being embraced like that by our community. However, a particular event during our rally stood out to me. At one point during the rally, I saw <<light Jasmin>> at a distance approached by a stranger. At least, I know I've never seen that person around the school before and I know almost everyone. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventkiss.jpg">> Right on the lips, he kissed her with such vigor it almost frightened me. Seemingly stunned, she did not react and instead just stood there after their lips parted, looking up at him in a docile manner. He smiled, said something to her, and moved away, lost in the crowd. //Isn't she with <<light Jerome>>?// <<link "Get closer">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventtalk.jpg">> Approaching my friend, I just had to check she was doing fine. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin I saw that, are you okay?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>! Oh my god yes that was odd!<</s>> <<s Author>>Tell me about it! Want to call the cops?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>To do what, shoot him? Hell no!<</s>> <<s Author>>But he abused you...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>It's actually kind of my fault.<</s>> I was perplexed. <<s Author>>Your fault? How?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I was droning on and on about reparations and having to pay them back, and well... He challenged me to it.<</s>> <<s Author>>And so you kissed him? What about Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Jerome and I aren't a thing. It's... Really complicated.<</s>> Her admission held way more, though I couldn't address it. Because speaking of the devil... <<s Jerome>>Is everything okay ladies?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was next to us, butting into the conversation. <<s Jasmin>>Yes! I was just teaching <<print $name>> about reparations.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Really? Now?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>No time like the present.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Well I've been invited to speak on the stage as a student from school. I think you two should join me, like I'd told you before.<</s>> Turning to me, <<light Jasmin>> revealed: <<s Jasmin>>Jerome has been wanting to have you near him just like me, and he was telling me about how attractive he found you. I have to admit I also find it hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>What does this have to do with anything?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>It's part of reparations. If people saw us with him, if everyone here saw us next to him, we'll be able to drive the reparations message home!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Imagine the effect that would have on your HRC's reach! You should both join me.<</s>> They might be right, but was I willing to put myself on the line like that? Something felt odd with all this, the logic wasn't tracking... <<s Jasmin>>Come on, <<print $name>>, you know you want to try what it feels like to be next to a masculine man like Jerome here!<</s>> That wasn't it. Was it? //I had a choice to make, and I was unsure what was the right thing to do...// <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Join them and send a message">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventthrouple.jpg">> There was something oddly alluring about being an accompaniement to someone, especially if they were as handsome as <<light Jerome>>, and it kind of felt right, in the spirit of the event, to be hanging out at his sides in support of his cause. It was his people's fight, after all, and we had the privilege of just being there to support them. that was made apparent even more when their involvement grew beyond what the HRC had planned for them, but both me and <<light Jasmin>> being at <<light Jerome>>'s side told the club that this was entirely normal and expected. When instead of <<light Jasmin>> or I going up on the stage to give the big speech that would rally everyone behind the cause, <<light Jerome>> went up, I felt kind of robbed from our big moment to really put the cherry on top of the event. Seeing <<light Jasmin>> beeming at the attention her not-boyfriend was having did alleviate a bit of my concerns though. <<s Jasmin>>You should kiss him.<</s>> <<s Author>>What?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was still giving his speech on the make-shift podium in front of the hundreds gathered there as <<light Jasmin>> whispered to me. <<s Jasmin>>When he finishes his speech. You go up to him and give him a kiss. Drive the reparations point home!<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you sure that's the right thing to do?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Everyone seeing you up there doing it... Can you imagine the effect that would have on campus? Activism at its finest! I can't do it cause if my father found out he'd kill me.<</s>> Yet again, her logic was greatly flawed, but there was something extremely appealing about doing something so publicly, and allowing for that image to live on in people's heads. I could even see <<light Eric>> and <<light Henry>> in the crowd, two white men watching it all unfold! <<s Jasmin>>Come on, you know you want to know what his lips taste like. Let me tell you, they taste amazing!<</s>> Was she really into it? I mean his lips are delectable but was I really doing this? //His lips...// <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Go up and pay even more reparations.">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "arousal" 50>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventkiss2.jpg">> Something about the taboo aspect of it all, about being so vulnerable and accepting in front of all these people, about allowing something like that to happen, all for the sake of something so absurd as reparations... I felt compelled to go up and kiss <<light Jerome>> on the lips, allowing him the public dominance that others would praise him for. And that's what I did. Soon as his speech was over with, I went up and gave myself to him, allowing him a taste of my lips as I sampled his and melting into his arms. Taking a short breath after a heavy tongue fight, I pick up the mic from his hands and address everyone there, still stunned by what they've seen. <<s Author>>I am not his girlfriend and I barely know him. But I am doing my job in creating a better world, by paying reparations. It is our duty and it is their right!<</s>> Dropping the mic, I go back to kissing the hunk of masculinity in front of me. I feel hot and I know my night will be full of lovely games. All in all, the event is an absolute success, helping us raise the awareness we needed not only about the BLM movement but also the HRC's presence at school. //It's so fucking hot being so public about something like that, I should try putting myself out there more, maybe this will happen again...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Don't kiss him, but be eye candy at his side.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 25>><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not wanting to go over the top, I decide to go up and join <<light Jerome>> on the podium at the end of his speech, allowing him to grab onto my waist as I remind people on the mic of the importance of joining the HRC in planning these events. His possessive hand gives me butterflies in the stomach as I feel hot for a while. All in all, the event is a true success, helping us raise the awareness we needed not only about the BLM movement but also the HRC's presence at school. It felt good to be next to <<light Jerome>> like that too... //Would it have been so bad to taste his lips?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I've done enough. Stay right where I am.">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Feeling like I have done enough, I decide to stay next to <<light Jasmin>> who gives me the stink eye. What more does she want? Have I not done enough? All in all, the event is a success, helping us raise the awareness we needed not only about the BLM movement but also the HRC's presence at school. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Deny their approach">><<less "hrc" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting anything to do with whatever <<light Jasmin>>'s reparations means, I deny them my presence and decide to remove myself from their equation. The event is overall a success, and helps us rally new members, but is nowhere near what we were hoping it would be. //I probably could've done more, but wasn't willing to put my body on the line like that.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<img src="images/clubs/hrc.jpg" width="100%"><<pickup $club "HRC BLM 3 Seen" 1>> <center><h1>BLM Event</h1></center><center><h2>- III -</h2></center> After the latest events of the club, and especially following our private visit of the stranger in his prison cell that last time, we had decided that we'd have something public, an event that people from all different backgrounds could join in order to fight for the BLM movement and spread their positive message of equality. Eager to come up with an adequate follow-up, I worked diligently with <<light Jasmin>> to get in motion the next event that would bring people into the movement. Furthermore, we needed something that would talk to the younger generation. <<s Jasmin>>That's exactly why a video is the best choice for this kind of event!<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/diversity-video.jpg">> The choice had been taken, and we were moving forward with our campaign, trying to collect the largest number of people to share our message and fight for marginalized communities. <<s Jasmin>>It's not about marginalized communities anymore, it's about black lives. BLACK lives matter, and it's time we really share that message.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> has really been pushing her message, wanting to really pull for what is apparently the greatest issue with race in our country. It's not all races, it's about black people. The people who used to be slaves a few decades ago, rising up to inherit the country now. And she needed my help convincing people to join the movement and fight for these rights. The more people we got to talk and call out for their rights, the more our chance to really gather more attention to the HRC and its BLM activities. I needed to gather as many individuals to join our movement and shoot videos of them, should I convince them of doing so.(Beware that I can talk to as many people as I want any day, so long as their required stat is met or that I have enough time during the day to do so.) <<linkreplace "Start by recording a video of myself">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRCBLM3 Me" 1>><<include "MeBLM">><</linkreplace>>

<<unset $HRCBLMInsta>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HRCInsta").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> With the connections I have made, our videos were an impressive work of propaganda, truly reaching out to people and pushing them towards our ideologies the way we'd want them to. A beautiful, fulfilling work or art that will sure impact the world we've been wanting to create. And as I walked out into the corridor, I was approached by Mr. <<light Carter>>. <<pic Carter>><</pic>> <<s Carter>>I heard about your strong work on the HRC video. Impressive work, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, his smile showing clear confidence. <<s Carter>>Keep up the good work, and the HRC might very well be the right tool to bring about a better future.<</s>> His deep voice was full of confidence and power, and I felt myself weaken in his presence. <<s Author>>It's my pleasure to serve.<</s>> I admitted softly, eager to be doing well in the eyes of this superior man. <<s Carter>>Good girl.<</s>> He said, in a tone that just made my heart skip a beat. <<link "Move along" "School">><<if $blackonly.has("Statement")>><<set $randommessage to 1>><</if>><</link>>

<img src=images/character/jerome.jpg align=left height=300px style=margin-right:10px>Talking to <<light Jerome>>, I wanted him to be part of the video we were creating since I knew how important and impactful someone like him would be in our video. <<s Jerome>>What exactly do you want me to do?<</s>> <<s Author>>I want you to be yourself, talk from the heart, about your struggles under the current oppresive system of the world. Your story and character need to be shared, your message needs to be shared.<</s>> He looked at me, considering his options. <<s Jerome>>Are you sure having me alone in front of the camera will be enough to call for a change in the world?<</s>> <<s Author>>I do believe so...<</s>> He seemed to have something in mind as he thought about his options. <<s Jerome>>Why don't you join me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Why would I?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You see if you joined me and were next to me during my speech, we'll be able to really sell the point of unity, don't you think?<</s>> He might have a point... <<s Author>>And what should I do?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Just follow my lead, don't worry your mind about this.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<if $subdom lte -8>><<link "Follow his lead like a good girl">><<replace "#choices2">>Wanting to listen to my colleague as I have before, I decide to follow his lead and join him in front of the camera after turning it on. We were alone in the small makeshift studio room, standing in front of the camera. <<s Jerome>>Hello there. My name is Jerome, and I am a student at Egregory High. As you can see, I am black. With that has always come a whole lot of issues that have placed me in danger over years of living. But the world is changing. For the better.<</s>> <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jertouch.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> Looking at me, <<light Jerome>> decided to put his hand out, grabbing me. <<s Jerome>>The past of this world, the decisions of ancestors, had shaped the world a certain way. Now we change that story. Now we reclaim what should've been ours.<</s>> I feel myself melt in his touch. His smirk shows his acknowledgement of this, as he pushes me further, his hand resting on my ass behind us. <<s Jerome>>We now have a different world on our hands. A world willing to listen and follow orders, unlike before.<</s>> He turns to me, I'm looking at him intently. <<s Jerome>>Allow me to demonstrate. This here is <<print $name>>. She called me here to record this video. She told me to do whatever I want to do. What I want to do is for her to kiss me and wrap her arms around me.<</s>> The subtle way with which he gave his order... I complied immediately, pressing my lips against his as I gave myself to the beautiful sensation of giving him this control. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerkiss.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'> <<s Jerome>>And if I told her to kneel in front of me, she would do it.<</s>> It took no time for me to drop to my knees in front of him, a docile subject of this dominant person. <<s Jerome>>Be a good girl and remove my pants.<</s>> All pretense was gone. I needed to serve him. I needed this. Unzipping him and letting his jeans drop, I could see the outline of his cock hidden behind his underwear. I needed to see and feel it, and I placed my hand against it. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerkneel.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> A slap on my hand stopped me from going further, and prying my eyes away to look to my friend's face, I tried to understand why he would stop me from doing what I intended to do. <<s Jerome>>Did I tell you you could play with it?<</s>> <<s Author>>No. Sorry.<</s>> Looking at the floor, I was ashamed. Maybe because of my emotions getting the best of me, maybe because of not being smart enough to follow simple orders... I felt like something was broken. <<s Jerome>>It's okay girl. This kind of things happen when you're stupid like that.<</s>> I looked up at him, hopeful. <<s Jerome>>Do you really want this? Recorded and everything?<</s>> I looked back at the camera, its recording red dot staring back at me, challenging me. I turned back to my colleague, looking submissively in his eyes, and nodded my head. <<s Jerome>>There is no turning back after that. You'll be mine.<</s>> This was a decision that I already had made. Everything these past couple of months have taught me led me to this moment here. I was ready to make that step. <<light Jasmin>> has nothing on me. And the video will always be mine to commemorate this moment. <<s Author>>Yes. I need you.<</s>> There it was. His smirk looking back at my face. His triumphant smile. <<s Jerome>>Then lose the boxers and pleasure me with your mouth, whore.<</s>> <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jersuck.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'> His name calling sending a jolt up my spine, I reach up and reveal his thick cock, which stares at me. Throwing all thought out of my mind, I eagerly replace them with a cock in my mouth, eager to please. There it was, his thick, masculine cock, slowly invading my mouth, as I tried my best to pleasure him. Kneeling in that chamber with his penis throbbing in my mouth, I pushed myself to the limit, trying to bring him satisfaction.<<if $totalsex gte 10>>Looking back to all the lessons I have learned across these past couple of months, I try my best to give him pleasure as I bob my head up and down, figthing against my gag reflex as I pushed my limits in serving his magnificent cock. His moans and groans, encouraging, told me I was doing a good job, and I eagerly listened to them for directions on how to optimize his satisfaction. And boy did he look satisfied.<<else>>Unsure of what exactly I was doing and instead following my instincts, I bobbed my head up and down, struggling to fit his great cock in my mouth, as I pushed myself to give him pleasure. Despite my inexperience, his groans told me he was somehow enjoying this, as I tried my best in serving him.<</if>> <<s Jerome>>As you can see, white girls are made for this. For servitude.<</s>> His teasing voice, probably talking to the camera behind me, narrated what was supposed to be the speech. //Fuck the speech, I need him to cum!// I bobbed my head harder as he said that, wanting to satisfy him. <<s Jerome>>Oh you like hearing that, slut? That's what you white girls are for. Look at you running to create a video to push for our supremacy. Jasmin did a great job on you. We can do even more.<</s>> His teasing had an odd effect on me, as I felt myself get turned on, heat rising in me as I served his cock with renewed vigor. //What did he mean by that? Did <<light Jasmin>> lead me here somehow? Was I blind to it?//<img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerbj.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> <<s Jerome>>Good girl. I'm almost there.<</s>> <div id="cum"><<if $totalsex gte 10>><<link "Swallow">><<replace "#cum">>I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth, dangerously close to spurting his delectable seed inside of it. I bobbed my head faster, wanting to taste his delicious cum, eager to have him finish inside. A grunt later, <<light Jerome>> placed his hang on the back of my head, keeping me in place as he let go of his sperm in my mouth, moaning his satisfaction as I swallowed his beautiful cum. Not wanting to waste a single drop, I rushed to gulp down the sweet texture, basking in the impressive quality that was now flowing in my mouth. <<s Jerome>>What a good girl!<</s>> Smiling up at him, I lick the small drops that form on the tip of his impressive mast. He strokes my hair with a bit of compassion. <<s Jerome>>Good job. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.<</s>> And just like that, <<light Jerome>> takes away the one small moment of compassion before putting his cock back in his pants and starting to head out, noticing the recording camera as he was on his way. <<s Jerome>>And that's the new world order.<</s>> With that closing statement, he heads out of class, making sure to close the door behind him, and leaving me there on the ground panting. //How considerate of him.// Regaining my senses after a short while, I head to the camera and stop its recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Swallow" "Not Sexual enough">><</if>> <<if $totalsex gte 5>><<link "Spit">><<replace "#cum">>As he said that, I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, ready to shoot his load inside and reach its satisfaction. Wanting to please, I continue to bob my head up and down, careful not to choke too much on the impressive member exploring my throat every once in a while. As he neared completion, moaning heavily and dick twitching in my mouth, <<light Jerome>> decided to place his hand on the back of my head, softly stroking but also subtly informing me he needed me to stay there. Being the toy I am and wanting to bring him pleasure like I should, I kept at it, eager to receive my reward, which arrived shortly thereafter. His thick cream filled my mouth as I kept it there, collecting his sperm and twirling my tongue against his head, urging more from him as he bucked his feet. The red dot of the camera behind me, I take out the huge member from my mouth and swirl his sperm in my mouth for him, smiling as I can. His sweet smile back sends chills down my spine. As I head towards the garbage can, He starts buckling up his pants, and looking at the recording device, announces: <<s Jerome>>And that's the new world order.<</s>> With that closing statement, he turns to me. <<s Jerome>>Good job girl. You'll make a good addition to the BNWO.<</s>> I can feel myself blush, his taste still heavy in my mouth as I bask in the aftermath of what has happened. Walking out, he leaves the door slightly ajar, as I head to the camera and stop its recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Spit" "Not Sexual enough">><</if>> <<link "Have him cum in my hand">><<replace "#cum">>Despite the great feeling of being so submissive to him and wanting to please him the best I can, I still have my reservations as I kept bobbing my head up and down the best I could. <<s Author>>Let me know when you're about to cum, please!<</s>> His groan of approval is accompanied by his hand on the back of my head, pushing me forward to take his cock in my mouth yet again. His big size is a struggle to accommodate, but I am intent on pleasing him the best I can. Eventually, I feel him twitch and ebb in my mouth, apparently close to reaching his climax. His groans intensifying, he speaks out through them: <<s Jerome>>Yes, that's it. Take it slut!<</s>> His name calling falling on deaf ears, I pull my mouth away as I stroke his cock with my hand, wanting to collect his beautiful sperm. Watching as his impressive cock spurts in front of me, I struggle to keep all his sperm in my hand as it flows out of it and falls to the ground. The humiliation of the act is not lost on me as the copious amounts of sperm trickle out and start flowing along my skin, ruining my clothing. The naughtiness of the act is heightened as <<light Jerome>> looks at the recording camera behind me and gives his concluding statement: <<s Jerome>>And that's the new world order.<</s>> Smiling to himself, he starts buckling his pants back up, removing his impressive member from view, and noticing me struggling with his sperm, throws me the tissue box. <<s Jerome>>Plenty more where that came from, girl.<</s>> He smiles down at me as I look up to him with beady eyes. He strokes my hair one last time before heading out, making sure to close the door behind him to give me privacy as I clean myself and the floor in front of me. //How considerate of him!// Eventually, as I finish my cleaning spree, I head to the camera and stop its recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte 5>><<link "Follow his lead but be weary">><<replace "#choices2">>Wanting to listen to my colleague as I have before, I decide to follow his lead and join him in front of the camera after turning it on. I still felt a bit apprehensive as things were being recorded. We were alone in the small makeshift studio room, standing in front of the camera, as I spoke up: <<s Author>>Please don't overstep, Jerome.<</s>> Looking at me, he eased the tension: <<s Jerome>>Don't worry. We won't do anything you don't approve of.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Hello there. My name is Jerome, and I am a student at Egregory High. As you can see, I am black. With that has always come a whole lot of issues that have placed me in danger over years of living. But the world is changing. For the better.<</s>> Looking at me, <<light Jerome>> decided to put his hand out, grabbing me. <<s Jerome>>The past of this world, the decisions of ancestors, had shaped the world a certain way. Now we change that story. Now we reclaim what should've been ours.<</s>> His electric touch has an immediate effect on me, yet I try to maintain my composure as he tries pushing further, his hand exploring further down my side, getting dangerously close to my ass. <<s Jerome>>We now have a different world on our hands. A world willing to listen and follow orders, unlike before.<</s>> He turns to me, I'm looking at him intently. <<s Jerome>>Allow me to demonstrate. This here is <<print $name>>. She called me here to record this video. She told me to do whatever I want to do. What I want to do is to play with her body.<</s>> The subtle way with which he gave his order... I had a choice to make, and I had to make it quickly. <div id="cum"><<if $open gte 18>><<link "Nod, allowing him to explore my body.">><<replace "#cum">><img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jertouch.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'>Wanting to feel his hands on my body, and excited at the prospect of doing it in front of a camera, I nod at him, willing to follow his lead as he starts having his hands roam over my body in exploration. First finding their way towards my ass, they start groping and pulling as my shapely orbs as his hands cause them to jiggle playfully. His teasing gestures make my fight my moans as his hand continue their exploration, and his voice, raspy and masculine, sounds off next to my ear: <<s Jerome>>Just like <<print $name>> here, the world is ready to let go, and listen to what is best.<</s>> His hand lands a playful spank, stealing a sultry moan from me. <<s Jerome>>And what is best is being with strong, masculine, black men like me. It's listening to us and understanding that we can bring you satisfaction like no other person can.<</s>> His teasing continues as he sneaks his hand past my clothing, groping me through my underwear, lowering my top to reveal my bra underneath. <<s Jerome>>Isn't that right, girl?<</s>> Lost in the glorious sensation, I moan out in approval.<<s Author>>Mmmm yesss<</s>> I can feel him smile as his hand continues exploring underneath my clothing, snaking its way to the front as it takes hold of my wettening mound. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerseduction.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> <<s Jerome>>Oh this feels... ready.<</s>> His low voice sounding in my ear, he teases me before he continues speaking. <<s Jerome>>Their bodies know who's in charge, their whole being is ready for us to take control. So join me, brothers. Join the movement and let's make this world a better place. Let's make these girls better. Show them what the new world order truly looks like.<</s>> I moan loudly as his hand pushes against my womanhood, and out of nowhere, I feel my knees buck and lose myself to the sensation, held up only by his strong hands. Reaching my orgasm while being recorded does something to my psyche, as the red dot stares at me grinding myself against his hand trying to prolong the sensation and wanting it to last for as long as it can. My moans start dying down after a while, as I try to catch my breath while he smiles at me and lets go, dropping me to my knees. <<s Jerome>>What do we say?<</s>> I feel compelled to please him. <<s Author>>Thank you!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Good girl. Good luck with the video.<</s>> Smiling, he leaves the room, leaving me there panting and trying to catch my breath. As I head to stop the recording, I struggle to control my weak steps. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Nod, allowing him to explore my body." "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<if $open gte 10>><<link "Bring my ass out, hoping he'd follow where I lead him">><<replace "#cum">><img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jertouch.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'>Wanting to feel his hands on my body, and excited at the prospect of doing it in front of a camera, I bring out my ass, wanting to direct his attention to it and hoping he'd pick me up on my offer. His hands make contact, as they start groping and pulling as my shapely orbs causing them to jiggle playfully. His teasing gestures make my fight my moans as his hand continue their exploration, and his voice, raspy and masculine, sounds off next to my ear: <<s Jerome>>Just like <<print $name>> here, the world is ready to let go, and listen to what is best.<</s>> His hand lands a playful spank, stealing a sultry moan from me. <<s Jerome>>And what is best is being with strong, masculine, black men like me. It's listening to us and understanding that we can bring you satisfaction like no other person can.<</s>> His teasing continues as he continues his groping, subtly spanking me every once in a while. <<s Jerome>>Isn't that right, girl?<</s>> Lost in the glorious sensation, I moan out in approval.<<s Author>>Mmmm yesss<</s>> As he tries to push me, his hand slowly snaking its way past my skirt, I moan and move away for a bit, signaling I'm not ready for it. Ever the gentleman, he understands my intention and allows his hand to remain outside of my clothing. <<s Author>>Thank you<</s>> I whisper under my breath, as suddenly his hand comes crashing down on my ass. Letting go of his frustration, <<light Jerome>> starts giving me stronger and stronger spanks, and I start taking them with moans of appreciation. Something about being treated like that feels... Good? His spanking, still sensual and filled with emotion, elicits moan after moan from me as I feel myself getting wetter and hornier, staring at the camera's recording red dot. <<s Jerome>>These girls need to know that things have changed, and a new perfection is to be expected in the world. The perfection of our opposing bodies, merged as one.<</s>> As he says that last sentence, he merges his hand against my shapely backside, the last spank a powerful ripple that sounds off in the room. <<s Jerome>>That is the new world order.<</s>> Looking at me, he smiles. <<s Jerome>>Good job, girl.<</s>> Feeling compelled to show my appreciation, I speak out. <<s Author>>Thank you<</s>> As he heads towards the door, <<light Jerome>> speaks up. <<s Jerome>>Keep up the good work with the video. You make us proud.<</s>> I smile to myself as I go to stop the camera's recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Bring my ass out, hoping he'd follow where I lead him" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Deny his moves">><<replace "#cum">>Not willing to go further than I was comfortable with, I decided to put a halt to his advances. <<s Author>>I don't think that would be a good idea for a video that will show in front of the whole school...<</s>> My rejection doesn't sit very well with <<light Jerome>>, who takes a small moment to recover. <<s Jerome>>Unfortunately, sometimes people don't understand what they truly need. Sometimes their messages are not clear, and we pay for it.<</s>> I furrow my brows. //Now I'm the bad guy?// <<s Jerome>>The new world order is on its way, and either you are ready to follow where it leads or you should be ready to step aside and allow for stronger, more courageous people, to take the lead.<</s>> Oh he was definitely berating me in front of the recording camera, and I... I just took it. <<s Jerome>>Eventually, everyone will have to make a choice. <<print $name>> chose wrong. Will you do so as well?<</s>> His open mockery of me done with, he headed out of the room, not before allowing himself to give me one last word of advice: <<s Jerome>>If you want to create a better world for us, make sure you're ready to listen to our leadership. You're better than this.<</s>> Saddened by my failure, I go to stop the recording. //I should've reacted differently to his advances.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept to join him" "I don't feel submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough for that.">><</if>> <<link "Suggest that Jasmin joins him instead.">><<replace "#choices2">>Not wanting to put myself in this situation, and unsure if it is out of fear or out of inadequacy, I come up with an alternative: <<s Author>>How about Jasmin joins you instead?<</s>> His smile tells me that suggestion works for him, as he finds yet another opportunity to keep me involved. <<s Jerome>>And you'll be manning the camera, right?<</s>> Was I willing to see whatever these two would be up to in front of my recording camera? I'm afraid things might get a bit out of hand...<img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerjas1.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'> <div id="choices3"><<link "Stay">><<replace "#choices3">>//Why not?// I thought to myself as I nodded, setting up the camera as <<light Jerome>> called <<light Jasmin>> over. Standing in front of the camera, him taking center stage and her by his side, they looked awesome with their contrasting colors. <<s Jerome>>Hello there. My name is Jerome, and I am a student at Egregory High. As you can see, I am black. With that has always come a whole lot of issues that have placed me in danger over years of living. But the world is changing. For the better.<</s>> Looking at me, <<light Jerome>> decided to put his hand out, grabbing <<light Jasmin>> next to him, who allowed him to do so. <<s Jerome>>The past of this world, the decisions of ancestors, had shaped the world a certain way. Now we change that story. Now we reclaim what should've been ours.<</s>> His confident smirk shows his control of the situation as he pushes me further, his hand resting on her backside, hidden from my view. <<s Jerome>>We now have a different world on our hands. A world willing to listen and follow orders, unlike before.<</s>> He turns to <<light Jasmin>>, who is looking at him intently. <<s Jerome>>Allow me to demonstrate. This is Jasmin. She is the president of the HRC at the school, and she called me here to record this video. She told me to do whatever I want to do. What I want to do is for us to show you the differences between our bodies. Strip.<</s>> In a haze, <<light Jasmin>> nods before starting to remove layer upon layer of her clothes. In a few seconds, she's standing next to him in her underwear. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerjas2.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> <<s Jerome>>Help me out of those.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> rushes to follow his orders as he looks back at the camera... //Or is he looking at me?// <<s Jerome>>This world is about accepting the other. It's about understanding the differences and living with them, appreciating them.<</s>> As the impressive muscular guy was speaking, <<light Jasmin>> dutifully helped him out of his clothes, eager to help him out of them and wanting to aid him in his display of power. <<s Jerome>>That is something the president of the club here understands very well, as should you.<</s>> //Now he's definitely talking to me.// <<s Jerome>>You are the future. Be like Jasmin here, and serve your superiors. Change the narrative, because either you are with progress or against it. And this is what being progressive looks like.<</s>> As he flexes and shows off his muscular body, he gives <<light Jasmin>> a small side glance. Somehow understanding him, she drapes her hands over his body almost protectively, and starts kissing his biceps. Still staring at me, his eyes scream of a confidence very few people have, as I feel myself getting wet simply watching the two of them. His confidence grows, as his hand comes crashing down onto my friend's ass, the sound of their impact echoing through the room, making her give off a small yelp. <<s Jerome>>This is what the new world order looks like.<</s>> Giving one last smile at the camera, <<light Jerome>> turns towards his eye-candy and presses his lips against hers. She attacks him back with kisses of her own, their open mouth fighting with a passion I have only seen in other videos. <<s Jerome>>That's good enough, <<print $name>>. Now if you'll excuse us...<</s>> His intentions clear, I nod, moving to turn off the recording camera. <<s Jerome>>No. Keep it rolling.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> gives off a small chuckle as he goes back to kissing her, moaning intensely. Not wanting to ruin their fun, I decide to head out of the room, giving them a privacy that they immediately grasp as I hear her moans growing louder. //Thankfully the school is almost empty now...// It isn't until half an hour later that <<light Jasmin>> calls me back inside to continue our propaganda video. //That sex tape must be amazing porn material!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose to leave">><<replace "#choices3">>Not wanting to be placed in such a position to be watching them both play with each other or whatever they had planned for this video, I choose to sit this one out, electing to wander around corridors till they end their recording. This takes them quite a considerable amount of time as whatever they were recording (which got quite loud at times) ended with them both exiting the room breathing a bit heavier than they did before. //That recording must be quite interesting…// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><img src=images/clubs/human-rights-club/eric-speech.jpg align=left height=300px style=margin-right:10px>Reaching out to <<light Eric>>, I tried to get him to record a video for us, but could see the hesitation on his face. <<s Author>>Come on, Eric! It would mean a lot to me!<</s>> I tried putting on a sweet pouty face, one that hopefully he will fall for. <<s Eric>>What am I supposed to say in it?<</s>> I thought about it. Now was as good a time as any to influence him a bit more… <<s Author>>I don't know, whatever you feel inside. A message of hope.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Okay but why me?<</s>> Conflicting emotions played in me. On the one hand I wanted to influence him to the fullest and get him to say things that he wouldn't say otherwise, and on the other… <<s Author>>Can you pass by school? I think it would be better if you came over so we can talk and record everything here live…<</s>> <<s Eric>>Okay, but it better be worth it!<</s>> <<link "Wait for him">><<replace "#continue">><<light Eric>> was finally here, ready to go, and waiting for my directions. <<s Eric>>So what exactly should I say?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's quite simple, honestly. We want to create a video that people will want to keep watching. We want to say things that might be controversial but hold a great, real message of growth and humanity.<</s>> <<light Eric>> still didn't get my point. <<s Eric>>And what does it have to do with me?<</s>> <<s Author>>I want you to be honest, vulnerable. Can you do that for me?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Sure.<</s>> Looking at me in the eyes, he seemed eager to please. //Now was my chance.// <div id="choices1"><<if $Eric gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Push his limits">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices1">>Not willing to lose this opportunity, I guide him through the whole thing: <<s Author>>Lucky you, I have written a few things that would really send strong messages to viewers. Think you would be able to say them?<</s>> Nodding, he grabbed a hold of the files I have created for him, skimming through them. <<s Eric>>These are some… Heavy things…<</s>> <<s Author>>I know. But I'm sure you will be able to convince me you mean them.<</s>> I looked him in the eye, almost challenging him to argue or deny me my request. He wanted to speak up against it, but seeing my defiance preferred not to. Rolling the cameras, I shaked him out of his stupor. <<s Author>>Action!<</s>> <<light Eric>>, shaken, gave the papers one last look before he started talking. <<s Eric>>Hi. My name is Eric. I am an 18 years old student at Egregory High. Race is a real issue in the world, and it needs to be solved, one step at a time. I vow to take my part in helping make the world a better place.<</s>> His hesitation was apparent. He needed the push. <<s Author>>How do you intend to do that?<</s>> <<s Eric>>My role as a cis white male in this society is to empower black people to take back what is rightfully theirs. I am meant to help them and enable them to reclaim what my ancestors once took from them, and I should be ready to step aside when the time comes for them to take control of society as reparations.<</s>> There it was, he was in just the right state of mind to be pushed even further. <<s Author>>Is that all?<</s>> Looking at me, he seemed perplexed, as I reminded him of the paper I gave him. <<s Eric>>Um.. No.<</s>> He gave it a look, and, fortifying himself, continued: <<s Eric>>I vow to keep spreading this message of love and acceptance, and push any partner I have to seek to aid black people in their goals and messages. I vow to allow my future partners to find black men to please and enjoy however they see fit, as I accept that black men are superior and should be treated as such. Long have our ancestors quarreled because of white men's insecurities, and it is finally time to make things right and help set the record straight. I vow to aid black people in all their endeavors, and will take my part in this new order by paying my dues.<</s>> There it was, on record. <<light Eric>> did well. Looking at me in rapt attention, he awaited my comments. <<s Author>>Good job, Eric. You did well.<</s>> His need for approval sated, he left the room with a confused smile. //What a sweet, gullible boy. On to the next one!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince him to say a few things">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices1">>Wanting to aid him in understanding the kind of messaging we are going for, I help him out a bit more: <<s Author>>Look, here are a few things that we have written and that I think you'll be able to say while sounding natural.<</s>> Handing over a piece of paper, I give him the time to read it and understand all the messaging inside. <<s Eric>>Some of these things are quite heavy…<</s>> Not wanting to push him too hard, and not confident enough in our friendship, I allow him room to breathe: <<s Author>>Look, you don't have to say all of this. They're just guidelines. Say what you feel like saying.<</s>> He nods, ready to record, as I roll the camera. <<s Author>>Rolling. Start by introducing yourself and take it from there.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Hi. My name is Eric. I am an 18 years old student at Egregory High. Race is a real issue in the world, and it needs to be solved, one step at a time. I vow to take my part in helping make the world a better place.<</s>> His hesitation was apparent, but I didn't want to push him too hard. I give him a confident nod. <<s Eric>>As a society, we should empower black people to take part in a more equal society where everyone gets the space to grow and impact their communities. I vow to take my part in creating this equal society that provides equal opportunities for people regardless of race.<</s>> I could see him slowly regaining confidence in the messages he was sharing. <<s Eric>>An equal society starts with you and I, and I am ready to take my part in helping the new world order. Are you?<</s>> I smile as he ends his speech. <<s Eric>>How was that?<</s>> <<s Author>>That should do. Thank you Eric!<</s>> I sweetly led him out after that, eager to get on to the next one. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Just film something, let him say whatever he wants.">><<replace "#choices1">>Not ready to push his limits, I try to guide him simply through the process: <<s Author>>It's very easy, Eric. I'll be rolling the camera. You start by introducing yourself and then move on to talk about what you think would be a better, more equal world.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm not sure what it means to have such a place though..<</s>> <<s Author>>It's unimportant, we will be editing it with other people's stuff. So long as you say the right things it's all good.<</s>> Eager to get it over with, I roll the camera. <<s Eric>>Hi. My name is Eric. I am an 18 years old student at Egregory High. Race is a real issue in the world, and it needs to be solved, and…<</s>> His hesitation was apparent, I just egged him on. <<s Author>>You're doing good, keep going.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I want to help in creating a better world where everyone can be who they want to be. Black, white, Asian, gay, we're all the same.<</s>> I would've facepalmed myself, if he didn't continue with his wreck of a speech: <<s Eric>>The world needs more equality, and we are the equality that the world needs. I want to help, and so should you!<</s>> I was certain that the best of his speech was already behind us. <<s Author>>Cut!<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eric>> approached me. <<s Eric>>How was it?<</s>> <<s Author>>The good thing is that you introduced yourself correctly. We'll edit it with the rest.<</s>> Not understanding that I was disappointed with him, <<light Eric>> excused himself and headed out, eager to continue his day. //Let's hope the next one will be better.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>>Calling in my cute friend to join me in recording this content for the page might very well be an amazing way to really show how things should look going forward. However, it might be a challenge to get him to admit things in front of the camera. I was sure I was going to get what I need from him. <<s Author>>Okay Leo, simply start by introducing yourself.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Well... Hi. My name is Leo. I am a student at Egregory High. A senior student.<</s>> His awkwardness was showing. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, I haven't been feeling like my best lately...<</s>> An idea struck me. Whenever I'm not at my best... <<s Author>>I have an idea.<</s>> Taking out my small make-up kit from my purse, I approached him. <<s Leo>>What are your doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>What does it look like I'm doing? I'm putting some make-up on you, to boost your confidence!<</s>> Hesitant, <<light Leo>> agrees with my action as I continue to apply the subtle yet important touches to his skin, enhancing his feminine features and giving him a slight blush. <<s Author>>The better you look, the better you'd feel about yourself, Leo.<</s>> I could see the impact that the make-up was having on him, but as usual, he still needed my guidance. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-leo1.jpg">> <<s Leo>>Hello! My name is Leo, and I am a senior student at Egregory High.<</s>> <<s Author>>Fantastic. Now talk about your opinion on race and how it relates to you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Racism is bad. It's actually like really bad. Our whole world should be built on equality. On supporting each other and helping everyone achieve their best selves. There is not a difference between races, nothing changes whether your skin...<</s>> As he continues with his speech, I feel compelled to push a certain message forward... Do I help him admit that in a new world, his kind, the beta white male... Is less, not equal? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Let him keep talking">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to bother myself with another brainwashing session, I allow <<light Leo>> to keep going with his speech as he drones on about the importance of equality and an egalitarian world, droning on about how all men are created equal and whatnot. //This is a good message, but a lost opportunity to influence him...// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Push him towards my ideology">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-leo2.jpg">>Finding my opportunity and not wanting to let it go to waste, I speak up. <<s Author>>Hey Leo are you sure about this equality thing?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Um... Yeah? What do you mean isn't that what this video you're doing about?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well... Look at yourself. You look better in make-up, and your body isn't quite so masculine... Are you sure that there's equality between you and say for example <<light Julio>>?<</s>> My statement shocking him, <<light Leo>> is a bit thoughtful before answering me. <<s Leo>>You're right... We are different. And that's a good thing?<</s>> I nod, but want to lead him elsewhere with this. <<s Author>>Not only that. In comparing you, what do you think?<</s>> Conflicting thoughts are flying behind his eyes as I see him struggling to accept the conclusion I had been leading him to. He loses his internal fight. <<s Leo>>I am inferior.<</s>> I smile widely at him, showing him the encouragement he needs to try everything again. Taking a deep breath, he speaks out again. <<s Leo>>Hello everyone! My name is Leo, a senior student here at Egregory High. Despite my age and gender, I have always considered myself inferior.<</s>> Looking at me watching him closely, he felt compelled to add: <<s Leo>> Just like many white men like me. But I understand that the world is changing, and that things are evolving in the world in ways that I don't particularly have control over, neither should have control over.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-leo3.jpg">> //He's really going for it!// <<s Leo>>Here I am, a weak white man, admitting my shortcomings, and proving to everyone that we still have a place in this world, if we accept where we stand and what we do in it. I am ready to take my place in the new world order, are you?<</s>> As <<light Leo>> gives his final killer smile to the camera, I can't help but give a rapid applause as I go up to hug him. <<s Author>>Ohhh how did it feel?<</s>> <<s Leo>>A relief actually. I've always felt this, but here I am actually saying it!<</s>> Giving him encouragement, I chime in: <<s Author>>You're on the right side of history, Leo. Be proud.<</s>> His smile is radiant as he walks out of the room, a turned white boy on his path to a better world. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> Calling over my friend to join us in our video campaign, I am immediately met with a skeptical approach, as he voices off: <<s Julio>>Why are you doing this?<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>Because it has to be done? Because we need to have an equal, free world?<</s>> I asked, the answer obvious in my eyes. <<s Julio>>No. I mean why are YOU doing this? Jasmin has always been a proponent, but why is the whole HRC and you going for it?<</s>> Now his question made more sense. I answered him. <<s Author>>Because. It's the right thing to do. And I want to be doing the right thing.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Now that you've told your bull crap, why is it really that you're doing this? Noone is forcing you to, so why?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<if $bbcworld gte 8>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Because I believe black people are superior and want to serve them.">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I just... I believe that's the only way forward. White men who have been in power for decades are trying to push you down, knowing that you are superior. They are afraid of you, and it's sickening to see. I think it's about time you took your rightful place in society and put them in their place.<</s>> His smile is wide, as he raises an eyebrow, willing me to keep talking. I comply. <<s Author>>You're stronger, more powerful, more masculine, more aware. There is nothing that you do that isn't better than what they do. And I truly believe that the way forward is with you on top. I want to be on the right side of history and serve that future.<</s>> <<light Julio>> is impressed with my words, and makes it clear: <<s Julio>>Good girl. You know, you inspired me with my own speech for the camera! You're doing well for the movement.<</s>> As he takes his place in front of the camera to give his speech, I think back on how it felt to be honest like that, and feel a slight heat down below... //Fuck that was a turn-on.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Because Jasmin kind of forced us to do it.">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Does it look like I have much choice in this? Jasmin is in charge of the HRC, and we just help her. Eventually it will help us do our own thing but till then what she says kind of goes...<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's unfortunate, I always figured you to be a tiny bit more assertive, turns out you're just like the rest of them.<</s>> His comment stinging me, I can't help but feel bad as he takes his place in front of the camera, giving a strong, honest speech. //On to the next one!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Because I want the attention">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly? Doing this is the right thing and I want people to see that I'm doing the right thing. That's why I'm calling everyone I know to appear in this video.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Including me. This isn't about the video, it's about you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh come on! We're all selfish beings here. Don't you want to make your speech and share your message about what you think is best for the world?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I do...<</s>> <<s Author>>And I'm giving you a platform for it, so you're welcome.<</s>> Ushering him towards the camera, I give him his cue as he gives his speech. //On to the next!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-meheader.jpg" "My speech">>Something needed to be done about the whole inequality thing. And I needed to be the one to do it. After a small talk with <<light Jasmin>>, I had made the decision to stand in front of the camera myself, and give my own speech regarding the whole BLM thing. <<s Author>>Hello. My name is <<print $name>> and I am a student at Egregory High.<</s>> I introduced myself as all students have before me. <<s Author>>Working hand in hand for a better future is important, essential. That is why we here at the HRC are pushing for equality, regardless of gender, to represent the BLM movement and create a better world going forward. It is through your actions that we can do that. We are doing our thing, how about you do yours?<</s>> I gave my winning smile as I finished my speech, thinking back to what <<light Jasmin>> told me before going in front of the camera. <<s Jasmin>>Your speech needs to be a winner one. <<if $hrcrole is "vice">>As vice-president, all eyes will be on you to say the right thing.<<else>>As a key team member, all eyes will be on you to say the right thing.<</if>> Talk about reparations, personal action, whatever you want, but make sure that what you say hits just right with our message.<</s>> There was undeniable pressure to perform well, and I needed to nail this. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Call for reparations">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-mepositive.jpg">>Remembering the previous event we had held, I decided to push even more for reparations, willing to put black lives at the forefront of our fight. <<s Author>>It is only through paying back the price of years of oppression that we can create a better, more equal world. It is only through inequality shifted that we can reach true equality. Set aside your prejudices and pay the price of your ancestors' mistakes, and only through that can you truly start to help the movement. This is the one true path to an equal society.<</s>> I allowed my emotions to show through my speech, feeling myself get emotional as I talked and pushed for a more equal world. I could feel the heat of the moment rising through me as I spoke, and could see from the corner of my eye <<light Jasmin>> nodding in affirmation, happy to see me be vocal about reparations like that, just like she had suggested. I was happy to create a better world through my words. If I feel like I have done enough; <<link "That's all for now" "School">><<set $HRCBLMInsta to 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 25 and $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Vow to be Black Only">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'Statement' 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-meserious.jpg">>The heat of the moment rising through me, unknowing if it was because of <<light Jasmin>>'s expectations or because of my own need to put myself in such a situation, I pushed myself even further as I continued my speech: <<s Author>>It is only through true reparations that we can create a more equal world. And I encourage every single girl to do the same, every single white person.<</s>> I needed to get it out of my chest. I needed my speech to have an impact. I couldn't miss the opportunity. <<s Author>>That is why today I made a vow. I make a vow that I will hold true and dear, no matter the consequence.<</s>> There was the jump. The leap of depraved solidarity. <<s Author>>I vow to be black only. That's the true way of life and the one way we can truly confirm that the world will be a better place, ready to welcome an equal society.<</s>> I'd done it, and I could see <<light Jasmin>> smiling widely behind the camera. //Was this her plan all along?// <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-mepositive.jpg">> I kept going. <<s Author>>I encourage you to do the same, and set aside your prejudices. Build a better future by cutting off evil and embracing good, embracing black people. It is the only true way forward.<</s>> Not thinking about the effect that such a video would have on my future, my career, my college prospects, I felt compelled to push the envelope, knowing that such a statement would probably change my life for good. If I feel like I have done enough; <<link "That's all for now" "School">><<set $HRCBLMInsta to 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Give some general bullshit speech">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-meserious.jpg">>Honestly believing that what I had said was enough, I decided to end my speech with one last inspirational quote: <<s Author>>Remember, it's you that starts the change, so change!<</s>> I could see <<light Jasmin>>'s disappointment very clearly on her face, yet felt confident that I didn't need to do more. Might've been a mistake, but I was happy with what we had created. If I feel like I have done enough; <<link "That's all for now" "School">><<set $HRCBLMInsta to 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/action1.jpg" "Looking for volunteers">>Maybe going out in public to ask strangers to voice their support of the movement is the best way to go about doing this? That thought in mind, I decided to take the camera and walk the streets of our town, hoping to get people to give their opinion in public, a true portrayal of the accessibility of the movement and how different people think about it, in hopefully a positive way. As I reached the streets, I was faced with a decision on who to talk to regarding our message, hoping to get the right kind of person to make their comment. The first option I had was a homeless person, obviously challenged in life and with a heavy air of pain surrounding him. <<if $open gte 20>><<else>>//I didn't feel confident reaching out to him//<</if>> The second person I could talk to was a white businessman, well dressed, who seemed to be waiting for an uber at the side of the road, hurriedly looking at his expensive watch. The last option I had was a black father walking alongside his daughter, hand in hand, happily talking to her. They made a sweet image. <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 20>><<link "Talk to the homeless person">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not sure what compelled me to talk to him, I reached out to the homeless person, wanting his contribution to the video. <<s stranger>>I appreciate you reaching out to someone like me. All I can say is that there is a lot of inequality in the world, regardless of race and gender. Look at me. I am neither black nor a woman and yet I am considered the lowest of lows.<</s>> His sob story is not really the intended message from our video, but I respectfully keep recording, allowing him the space to continue talking rather than stopping him outright. <<s stranger>>People who look at me on the street spit on me. They make fun of me, of my situation and where I am.<</s>> He stands, inching closer to my recording device. I give it no thought. <<s stranger>>The only things I can get, I have to fight for, reach out myself to take.<</s>> Distracted by how he looks in my frame, I see him reach out and grab a hold of me, surprisingly strong for his build. <<s stranger>>And what I want right now, is you.<</s>> This situation escalated much further than anticipated, I let out a screech, calling for help. My cries are immediately answered, people rushing to aid me. The stranger lets go and starts running away. <<s Professor>>Is everything okay?<</s>> A lady who had rushed to my rescue asked me, a hand on my shoulder. I look down at my still recording device, shaking from the encounter. <<s Author>>Yes. Yes it is.<</s>> The moment has passed, I feel angry towards this shitty person and his shitty behavior, unable to do anything to stop his evil deeds. //Let's hope our paths don't cross again.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Talk to the homeless person" "I'm not sure he's the best option">><</if>> <<link "Talk to the businessman">><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Talking to the well-dressed businessman, I attempt to get his thoughts on the matter. <<s stranger>>I don't have a lot of time, but don't mind helping. What is it you want?<</s>> <<s Author>>I just want your opinion regarding racial issues and the effects they have on our society.<</s>> The man, obviously intrigued by the purpose of my approach, gives the subject a moment of reflection before answering: <<s stranger>>I am not the best person to be talking about this subject, however I will be answering you with what I know and the experience I have had with that matter.<</s>> I could already feel the tension of the moment rise, his words well studied and his stance changing into one full of authority. //This might've been a mistake.// <<s stranger>>I know my ancestors have made a lot of mistakes, and work every day to undo the effect of what they have done on our society. In the past, my great-grandparents used to own farms in the south. Nowadays, I own companies whose CEOs I vow to represent our society to the best of my ability. I might have grown up on the money stolen from people all over the globe, but I do everything in my power every day to give back to society, and work towards making it a more equal and just one. There is a long fight ahead of us in order to create a better, more equal world. However the only way we can do that is by using our power for good. That is the only true way forward, and that is my solemn vow.<</s>> I was left speechless, extremely happy to have found this man to talk in my video. He later turned out to be a surprisingly down-to-earth multi-millionaire, a great addition to our video and the HRC as a whole. //Huge success!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 20>><<dark "*" "He seems like the best option...">><</if>> <<link "Talk to the father">><<replace "#choices">>The father was my safest bet in creating good content for our video, what with him being with his daughter and all. <<s stranger>>Most definitely not, I would never support that movement.<</s>> Shocked was an understatement to what I was feeling. <<s stranger>>Putting people at odds against one another in order to advance just the elite in any racial group is not the way forward. These movements are used by people with the means for it to advance only themselves. Thank you, but you're sorely mistaken in supporting such a group, especially being a school! What has our world gotten to!<</s>> His loud, obnoxious speech did not help us one bit in our promotional work. We had to find a different tactic unfortunately. //Better luck elsewhere I guess...// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<s Ellis>>I'm sure you already have an idea for the next project, don't you Jasmin?<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was giving their usual, knowing smile as they called our president out on her character and excitement for the activism she brought to the table. <<s Jasmin>>You know I do!<</s>> She spoke excitedly. <<s Jasmin>>And it's all part of the bigger picture of inclusion that we're creating.<</s>> She showed up the poster, of a particular social group, which seemed a bit too on the nose. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-poster.jpg">> <<light Ellis>> chuckled at it. <<s Ellis>>Jasmin... You do know what BNWO stands for right?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was quick to answer, confidently. <<s Jasmin>>The Best New World Offer.<</s>> She said, <<s Jasmin>>That's the name of the organization.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> looked around at the rest of the team gathered there. Their eyes landed on me. <div id='choices'><<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "I know what it actually means, and I like it">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I simply smiled at <<light Ellis>>, knowing exactly what the BNWO actually stood for, and excited for the messages of the organization what was hiding under its initials. <<s Jasmin>>That being said, we're expected to help, in our own way, on Friday evening.<</s>> She explained to the team, her smile wide. //In our own way...// I knew exactly what <<light Jasmin>>'s way of embracing these letters was, the only question that remained was whether or not I had the courage to join in on that play myself, come Friday. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I know what it actually means, and I don't like it.">><<add "Ellis" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I'd been open, welcoming, in the way I'd talked and engaged with the BLM movement. Though in that moment, I felt like things were being taken too far. <<s Author>>They're a bit of extremists, are they not?<</s>> I asked our president. <<s Jasmin>>I'm not sure where you heard that, all we're required to do is to serve food at their function, that's all.<</s>> She negated my concerns, though deep down, I knew something was off about it all. <<s Jasmin>>We're not expected to do more than we can offer for Friday evening.<</s>> She explained, clearly excited about what she's about to be offering. And I knew she'd want to do more come Friday. I just needed to be there to dissuade her... //Or join her.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<dark "I know what it means" "Not blacked enough (25)">> <<link "I don't know what it means, but I'm intrigued.">><<replace "#choices">>I looked at her wide eyed like the most of the people there, and <<light Ellis>> simply licked their lips when they looked at my confusion. I did the same, the mere thought of what it might mean, coming from <<light Jasmin>>'s recommendation and all, exciting me. <<s Jasmin>>We'll be required to help them, in our own way, on Friday Evening, at their event. It'll be really enriching to learn from this experience.<</s>> She explained, excitement flowing from her. I couldn't help but feel the same, already looking forward to Friday, and hoping I'd be able to contribute for the BNWO's work as much as possible. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't know what it means, and it seems bad.">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't know what it meant, though it did seem really bad. <<light Ellis>> saw the fearful confusion in my face, and acted accordingly, giving me a reassuring frown, as if they understood how I'd be standing on the fence about this. <<s Jasmin>>We'll be required to help them, in our own way, on Friday Evening, at their event. It'll be really enriching to learn from this experience.<</s>> She explained, excitement flowing from her. To me, that spelled more trouble, knowing that my friend's interests were not my own, and that this might be a tricky situation for someone like me, more balanced in their attention and intention. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

Helping in the community center felt important, fulfilling, something that brought value to the people there and to us as an organization. //A club.// And it did feel like a mere club, in that moment, as I saw the disadvantaged individuals there, and how we simply filled a line, serving food to these disadvantaged individuals. It was a "dangerous" neighborhood, where this actual organization had brought us. And it was a place where we were being faced with truly disheartening inequality. <<s Ellis>>I seriously don't know how Jasmin found this group.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> chimed in, their voice low so as not to be heard by everyone. That <<light Jasmin>> was more than happy to be engaging with other people, to be talking with them, offering them her big smile, despite their extreme lack of care about her chirpy attitude. I was trying my best to show compassion. Soon, though, <<light Jasmin>> was approached by a group of men, each more thirsty-looking than the other, all clearly sizing her up. And she was obviously almost half their size, the vision of this encounter one that carried a lot of clear implications... Particularly since <<light Jasmin>>, the staunch activist, was a part of this picture. I was some ways away, unable to listen in on the conversation. And yet a big part of me wanted to be involved, if only to keep my friend safe. Last time we were in such an event, she'd gotten involved with a crooked jailed criminal. And the way these men were eating her up, they were clearly not planning on doing anything legal to her barely legal body. And so, when she went with them to an adjacent room, for privacy, I watched in equal parts horror and thirst as this situation evolved. And when she winked at me, headed there, I knew what needed to be done. <div id='choices'><<if $bbcworld gte 10>><<link "Follow Jasmin there">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-muscles.jpg">> There she was, the naughty girl with a naughty attitude, already embracing the role she'd been given. Her club being here meant one thing to her, and she was being true to herself in that moment, embracing who she was deep down. I knew, ever since I went down that path with her, ever since I accepted her lead of the HRC and where she wanted to take the club, that she'd take us here. And I was in awe of just how far she was willing to go to make sure that these naughty men were satisfied with what she brought to them. Beyond the food we'd offered, <<light Jasmin>> was bringing them pleasure. All of them. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-jasmin.jpg">> On her knees, submissive, serving. Because to her, that's what being an activist was about. Because that's the best she could offer these attractive black men, in that time. <div id='choices2'><<link "Emulate her behavior">><<add "Jasmin" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cockforest.jpg">> I wanted to be doing a good job, just like she was. And so I decided to join her on my knees, and received a smile from my friend as I got down to work alongside her, multiple cocks ready to receive my attention. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-goodjob.mp4">> Next to me, <<light Jasmin>> was already at work, eagerly servicing a black cock with clear need, expertly showing him a good time, clearly enjoying his girth and big size. And she was inspiring in that sense, as I looked at the cocks waiting for my attention, down there next to her. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-comraderie.mp4">> Side by side, I worked with my friend to bring pleasure to the big black cocks that we wanted to serve, enjoying their size and the feeling of naughty abandon that they offered. Never had I felt more connected to my naughty friend than now, on my knees, servicing big black cock. And I knew she felt the same way, though she was a bit more distracted by the cock she served. <<if $jasminaddict gte 12>>Her addiction to the cocks that ruled her life was clear, and I had done nothing to dissuade her from falling deeper down that rabbit hole with her partner. Now, she was clearly showing me just how far she was willing to go for the taste of cock... And black men. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-jasminexample.mp4">> It wasn't enough for her to humiliate herself in service for these random men in a random room of an event she helped organize. <<light Jasmin>> wanted to do more than that, wanted to bring herself to a new low next to me, and wanted to show me that I still had a long way to go... <div id='choices3'><<if $subdom lte -70>><<link "Copy what she does">><<less "smarts" 2>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-followrimjob.mp4">> I wasn't going to let her get the better of me, though, as I followed her action, moving away from the cock I'd been servicing to serve the man's ass, to bring myself so incredibly low in this place, eager to be serving his naughty interests. In fact, in the seclusion of this room, I truly felt like I could do anything without repercussion. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-passedaround.mp4">> I was being passed around, used as a toy that was eager to serve these black men to the best of her ability, regardless of what it meant to her self-image to do so. And I didn't care, as I needed it. I needed the attention, the feeling of absolutely letting go of all inhibitions in service of something far greater than me. I needed that feeling of devotion that only black cock would bring me. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-saliva.mp4">> And I needed to continue competing with my best friend, and her naughty, sloppy work. She was well aware of the image she was showing, and I was well jealous of her ability to use these mental images and work even more with them. She was a naughty little activist, actively engaging these men's imagination as she debased herself on the ground of their unassuming organization. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-forestjob.mp4">> Next to her, I struggled to keep up with the large amounts of cock that I needed to serve, feeling the need to show just how much I could do. Feeling the absolute abandon of dignity wash over me, as I worked on my devotion to the cause, and beyond. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-drowning.mp4">> <<linkreplace "Accept their cumshots">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumpov.mp4">> Above me, my black overlords finally cleansed me of my ancestors' sins, giving me their glorious seed, and welcoming my naughty submission to their new world order. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumshot.mp4">> Their messy shots crossed my face, covered me, baptised me in their newfound faith, and I eagerly welcomed them without care, without fear. I needed their blessing, and alongside my friend, I was receiving it, in open arms. I loved the messiness it brought with it. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-messy.mp4">> Though in that messiness, I barely could register what one of them was telling us. <<s stranger>>--Online- -- Only take a picture - - One of you.<</s>> The man held my hand, wanting to take me away. <<s Jasmin>>I want to go.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> practically begged. <<s stranger>>What do you want, slut?<</s>> I needed to go, no? <div id='choices4'><<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "Accept their lead">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3 Poster" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>I accepted their lead, led into a corner of the room, where I was given a washcloth to clean my face. Hands roamed across me, ridding me of whatever garbs I still had on me, the unique smell of a marker - multiple markers - finally reaching my nostrils... And I felt their cold streaks cover me, writings covering my body, claims about me that would forever be immortalized in a picture that I was eagerly waiting for. I had shown that I belonged to this new world order they'd been creating, and I now was being used as a tool for their propaganda. I welcomed it with open arms. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept their lead" "Despite the blowbang, I'm not blacked enough (25)">><</if>> <<link "I've done enough">><<replace "#choices4">>I felt like I'd done enough, and was happy to see my friend eagerly follow them down that rabbit hole, further debasing herself for whatever means they had, for whatever intents they carried. I was happy to see her embrace her role all the way through. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Copy what she does" "Not submissive enough (70)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not courageous enough for this!">><<less "open" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I didn't find the courage in me to follow in her exact footsteps, instead finding delicacy in the activity I was already following. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-passedaround.mp4">> I was being passed around, used as a toy that was eager to serve these black men to the best of her ability, regardless of what it meant to her self-image to do so. And I revelled in it, as I needed it. I needed the attention, the feeling of absolutely letting go and embracing my true urges, in service of something far greater than me. I needed that feeling of devotion that only black cock would bring me. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-saliva.mp4">> And I needed to continue competing with my best friend, and her naughty, sloppy work. She was well aware of the image she was showing, and I was well jealous of her ability to use these mental images and work even more with them. She was a naughty little activist, actively engaging these men's imagination as she debased herself on the ground of their unassuming organization. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-forestjob.mp4">> Next to her, I struggled to keep up with the large amounts of cock that I needed to serve, feeling the need to show just how much I could do. Feeling the absolute abandon of dignity wash over me, as I worked on my devotion to the cause, and beyond. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-drowning.mp4">> <<linkreplace "Accept their cumshots">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumpov.mp4">> Above me, my black overlords finally cleansed me of my ancestors' sins, giving me their glorious seed, and welcoming my naughty submission to their new world order. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumshot.mp4">> Their messy shots crossed my face, covered me, baptised me in their newfound faith, and I eagerly welcomed them without care, without fear. I needed their blessing, and alongside my friend, I was receiving it, in open arms. I loved the messiness it brought with it. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-messy.mp4">> Though in that messiness, I barely could register what one of them was telling us. <<s stranger>>--Online- -- Only take a picture - - One of you.<</s>> The man held my hand, wanting to take me away. <<s Jasmin>>I want to go.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> practically begged. <<s stranger>>What do you want, slut?<</s>> I needed to go, no? <div id='choices4'><<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "Accept their lead">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3 Poster" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>I accepted their lead, despite not being as naughty in my activity as my friend was, led into a corner of the room, where I was given a washcloth to clean my face. //At least I didn't eat ass!// Hands roamed across me, ridding me of whatever garbs I still had on me, the unique smell of a marker - multiple markers - finally reaching my nostrils... And I felt their cold streaks cover me, writings covering my body, claims about me that would forever be immortalized in a picture that I was eagerly waiting for. I had shown that I belonged to this new world order they'd been creating, and I now was being used as a tool for their propaganda. I welcomed it with open arms. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept their lead" "Despite the blowbang, I'm not blacked enough (25)">><</if>> <<link "I've done enough">><<replace "#choices4">>I felt like I'd done enough, and was happy to see my friend eagerly follow them down that rabbit hole, further debasing herself for whatever means they had, for whatever intents they carried. I was happy to see her embrace her role all the way through. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-passedaround.mp4">> I was being passed around, used as a toy that was eager to serve these black men to the best of her ability, regardless of what it meant to her self-image to do so. And I revelled in it, as I needed it. I needed the attention, the feeling of absolutely letting go and embracing my true urges, in service of something far greater than me. I needed that feeling of devotion that only black cock would bring me. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-saliva.mp4">> And I needed to continue competing with my best friend, and her naughty, sloppy work. She was well aware of the image she was showing, and I was well jealous of her ability to use these mental images and work even more with them. She was a naughty little activist, actively engaging these men's imagination as she debased herself on the ground of their unassuming organization. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-forestjob.mp4">> Next to her, I struggled to keep up with the large amounts of cock that I needed to serve, feeling the need to show just how much I could do. Feeling the absolute abandon of dignity wash over me, as I worked on my devotion to the cause, and beyond. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-drowning.mp4">> <<linkreplace "Accept their cumshots">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumpov.mp4">> Above me, my black overlords finally cleansed me of my ancestors' sins, giving me their glorious seed, and welcoming my naughty submission to their new world order. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumshot.mp4">> Their messy shots crossed my face, covered me, baptised me in their newfound faith, and I eagerly welcomed them without care, without fear. I needed their blessing, and alongside my friend, I was receiving it, in open arms. I loved the messiness it brought with it. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-messy.mp4">> Though in that messiness, I barely could register what one of them was telling us. <<s stranger>>--Online- -- Only take a picture - - One of you.<</s>> The man held my hand, wanting to take me away. <<s Jasmin>>I want to go.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> practically begged. <<s stranger>>What do you want, slut?<</s>> I needed to go, no? <div id='choices4'><<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "Accept their lead">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3 Poster" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>I accepted their lead, despite not being as naughty in my activity as my friend was, led into a corner of the room, where I was given a washcloth to clean my face. //At least I didn't eat ass!// Hands roamed across me, ridding me of whatever garbs I still had on me, the unique smell of a marker - multiple markers - finally reaching my nostrils... And I felt their cold streaks cover me, writings covering my body, claims about me that would forever be immortalized in a picture that I was eagerly waiting for. I had shown that I belonged to this new world order they'd been creating, and I now was being used as a tool for their propaganda. I welcomed it with open arms. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept their lead" "Despite the blowbang, I'm not blacked enough (25)">><</if>> <<link "I've done enough">><<replace "#choices4">>I felt like I'd done enough, and was happy to see my friend eagerly follow them down that rabbit hole, further debasing herself for whatever means they had, for whatever intents they carried. I was happy to see her embrace her role all the way through. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do better than her">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cockforest.jpg">> I wasn't going to let this slut get the better of me. I wasn't going to let her steal the spotlight. She might be the president of the club, the person who started me down that naughty road, that led me down that absolutely vile path that's seeing me surrounded by fat, tasty looking cocks. But right now, the student had become master, fully engaged in that was happening around her, showing her slutty friend just how slutty she herself was, showing her exactly the kind of raunchy monster her actions had created. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-goodjob.mp4">> She watched me go down that path, pushing myself down on my own cocks as she nursed hers. To the men there, we were just two whores. To me, I was proving myself. Not only did I belong here (sure, on my knees servicing cock), but I also was proving that I was superior to the woman that introduced me to that world. And I sucked cock better, with more gumption. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-comraderie.mp4">> Side by side, me and my fellow slut worked on cocks, serving them with needy attention, with clear intention. The intention to show that we belonged. And that intention would find a crescendo when an absolutely vile thought crossed my mind, seeing her look at me with a sense of admiration. <div id='choices3'><<link "Do it. Rim their asses.">><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<less "smarts" 2>><<replace "#choices3">>I embraced my urges, embraced the part deep inside me that was urging to be a complete slut, a whore for Big Black Cock, and Superior Black Ass. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-followrimjob.mp4">> Every ounce of our black overlords was worthy of worship, and I needed to show the naughty president just how far I'd embraced her teachings. And I just went for it, moving behind one particular black man, and servicing his back hole. He was clean, though that didn't remove from the dirtiness of my act, my friend's eyes following me in my absolute submission to the corrupted thoughts that coursed through my devolving mind. I needed the humiliation of ultimate submission, I needed her to witness and learn just how badly sluts like me - like us - needed servitude. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-jasminexample.mp4">> I pushed her to put herself down as well. I influenced my own influencer to stoop oh so beautifully low in service of superior black cock. I'd shown her just how slutty, naughty, vile, we could get. And I beat her at her own game. To me, it was about proving myself, and I truly felt like I'd done that here, showing that slut that there was more than one way to be slutty, but also showing her that she could be far more destroyed, corrupted. She had to learn her place below me on the slut totem pole after all. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-passedaround.mp4">> I was being passed around, used as a toy that was eager to serve these black men to the best of her ability, regardless of what it meant to her self-image to do so. And I revelled in it, as I needed it. I needed the attention, the feeling of absolutely letting go and embracing my true urges, in service of something far greater than me. I needed that feeling of devotion that only black cock would bring me. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-saliva.mp4">> And I needed to continue competing with my best friend, and her naughty, sloppy work. She was well aware of the image she was showing, and I was well jealous of her ability to use these mental images and work even more with them. She was a naughty little activist, actively engaging these men's imagination as she debased herself on the ground of their unassuming organization. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-forestjob.mp4">> Next to her, I struggled to keep up with the large amounts of cock that I needed to serve, feeling the need to show just how much I could do. Feeling the absolute abandon of dignity wash over me, as I worked on my devotion to the cause, and beyond. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-drowning.mp4">> <<linkreplace "Accept their cumshots">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumpov.mp4">> Above me, my black overlords congratulated me on a job well done, on my ultimate debauchery that helped my friend further down her own humiliation and submission, and finally cleansed me of my ancestors' sins, giving me their glorious seed, and welcoming my naughty submission to their new world order. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumshot.mp4">> Their messy shots crossed my face, covered me, baptised me in their newfound faith, and I eagerly welcomed them without care, without fear. I needed their blessing, ahead of my friend, alongside my friend. I was receiving it, in open arms. I loved the messiness it brought with it. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-messy.mp4">> Though in that messiness, I felt pride swell in me, beating the activist at her own game, showing her the dominant slut in this activity and place. Though I barely could register what one of them was telling us. <<s stranger>>--Online- -- Only take a picture - - One of you.<</s>> The man held my hand, wanting to take me away. <<s Jasmin>>I want to go.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> practically begged, not wanting to be one-upped yet again by her superior friend. <<s stranger>>What do you want, slut?<</s>> I needed to go, no? <div id='choices4'><<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "Accept their lead">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3 Poster" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>I accepted their lead, despite not being as naughty in my activity as my friend was, led into a corner of the room, where I was given a washcloth to clean my face. //At least I didn't eat ass!// Hands roamed across me, ridding me of whatever garbs I still had on me, the unique smell of a marker - multiple markers - finally reaching my nostrils... And I felt their cold streaks cover me, writings covering my body, claims about me that would forever be immortalized in a picture that I was eagerly waiting for. I had shown that I belonged to this new world order they'd been creating, and I now was being used as a tool for their propaganda. I welcomed it with open arms. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept their lead" "Despite the blowbang, I'm not blacked enough (25)">><</if>> <<link "I've done enough">><<replace "#choices4">>I felt like I'd done enough, and was happy to see my friend eagerly follow them down that rabbit hole, further debasing herself for whatever means they had, for whatever intents they carried. I was happy to see her embrace her role all the way through. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No need to stoop so low">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-passedaround.mp4">> I was being passed around, used as a toy that was eager to serve these black men to the best of her ability, regardless of what it meant to her self-image to do so. And I revelled in it, as I needed it. I needed the attention, the feeling of absolutely letting go and embracing my true urges, in service of something far greater than me. I needed that feeling of devotion that only black cock would bring me. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-saliva.mp4">> And I needed to continue competing with my best friend, and her naughty, sloppy work. She was well aware of the image she was showing, and I was well jealous of her ability to use these mental images and work even more with them. She was a naughty little activist, actively engaging these men's imagination as she debased herself on the ground of their unassuming organization. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-forestjob.mp4">> Next to her, I struggled to keep up with the large amounts of cock that I needed to serve, feeling the need to show just how much I could do. Feeling the absolute abandon of dignity wash over me, as I worked on my devotion to the cause, and beyond. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-drowning.mp4">> <<linkreplace "Accept their cumshots">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumpov.mp4">> Above me, my black overlords finally cleansed me of my ancestors' sins, giving me their glorious seed, and welcoming my naughty submission to their new world order. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-cumshot.mp4">> Their messy shots crossed my face, covered me, baptised me in their newfound faith, and I eagerly welcomed them without care, without fear. I needed their blessing, and alongside my friend, I was receiving it, in open arms. I loved the messiness it brought with it. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-messy.mp4">> Though in that messiness, I barely could register what one of them was telling us. <<s stranger>>--Online- -- Only take a picture - - One of you.<</s>> The man held my hand, wanting to take me away. <<s Jasmin>>I want to go.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> practically begged. <<s stranger>>What do you want, slut?<</s>> I needed to go, no? <div id='choices4'><<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "Accept their lead">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3 Poster" 1>><<replace "#choices4">>I accepted their lead, despite not being as naughty in my activity as my friend was, led into a corner of the room, where I was given a washcloth to clean my face. //At least I didn't eat ass!// Hands roamed across me, ridding me of whatever garbs I still had on me, the unique smell of a marker - multiple markers - finally reaching my nostrils... And I felt their cold streaks cover me, writings covering my body, claims about me that would forever be immortalized in a picture that I was eagerly waiting for. I had shown that I belonged to this new world order they'd been creating, and I now was being used as a tool for their propaganda. I welcomed it with open arms. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept their lead" "Despite the blowbang, I'm not blacked enough (25)">><</if>> <<link "I've done enough">><<replace "#choices4">>I felt like I'd done enough, and was happy to see my friend eagerly follow them down that rabbit hole, further debasing herself for whatever means they had, for whatever intents they carried. I was happy to see her embrace her role all the way through. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I... I don't want this">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wasn't courageous enough to join. I didn't want to stoop as low as my friend already was, and I knew that this was a line to be crossed, a complete and utter humiliation that I'd have to carry for a long time if I simply went for it and let go the way she has. I had come here not to join - I thought - but rather to ensure that my friend was safe, that she had all she needed to make the right decisions for herself. And I would ensure that she'd be- <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-saliva.mp4">> Salivating all over the knob in front of her, accepting the naughtiness of the moment as she succumbed to what she really cared for inside. There was no denying that <<light Jasmin>> had come a long way in her activism, supporting <<light Jerome>> to start with but now blowing random strangers in the name of "activism". Something about it was oddly enticing, extremely naughtily alluring, as I watched her on her knees, succumbing to her emotions. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-goodjob.mp4">> She was doing a good job of putting her dignity at the door, offering pleasure to one man after the next. Some tried to approach me, and I had to apologize. My friend was the star of the show, I was merely watching. And I was enjoying what I was watching, though I was also fearing for <<light Jasmin>>. She looked tiny compared to them. She looked so vulnerable, it was intense. And yet she was far too happy with what was happening, despite how messy it got. //A true activist!// <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-messy.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow Jasmin there" "Despite the club, my world is not blacked enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "Wish her luck, keep taking care of the club here">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I could only wish her luck, knowing what kind of scene awaited her deeper down the halls of this "organization", instead looking to concentrate on actually running the club. While <<light Jasmin>> was often using the club to her own naughty means, I had the opportunity to continue to lead the club in the right direction, and people were starting to notice. Maybe that is why I was at the forefront of the conflict that would arise soon thereafter, <<light Ellis>> and me being confronted by a man of old age. <<s stranger>>Why are y'all here? Pitying us won't get you anywhere.<</s>> The man called out, <<s stranger>>We don't need you whites coming over here and offering us food. As if that changes anything!<</s>> I could see real anger in his speech, <<s stranger>>Think you're better than us?<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "It is our duty as humans to help one another">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I believe it is our duty as humans to help one another.<</s>> I said to the man, <<s Author>>It's not about race, it's about what's right.<</s>> The man scoffed at that. <<s stranger>>I'm sure you're fucking well intentioned, but it's meaningless. The image is all wrong.<</s>> //The image was wrong?// I guess my mental image was loud enough to be heard by the man. <<s stranger>>This white savior complex is what's wrong with this generation.<</s>> He said, <<s stranger>>Y'all think it is your right to help, because you've earned that privilege to help.<</s>> He spoke too well for a random man, <<s stranger>>Are you sure your help doesn't come from guilt? Are you doing it for the right reasons? Or the white reasons?<</s>> He asked a question that had been on my mind a while now, and while my friend was in the other room doing much more, I doubted that it was for the right reasons. But how was I to show her that, or accept it for myself in our club? <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "As whites, we need to pay reparations">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>It is our duty, as white people, to pay reparations.<</s>> I said, remembering <<light Jasmin>>'s wisdom in the video we'd filmed earlier. I knew it was something controversial to say, but it seemed to strike a nice cord with the man. <<s stranger>>I like that word.<</s>> He said, <<s stranger>>Reparations.<</s>> I liked it too. Something about it felt right, aligned with the entire wisdom of the movement. It was not about equality. It was about tipping the scales in the other direction so that balance can be achieved... Eventually. <<s stranger>>Your president seems to know what's the right thing to do. Do you have what it takes to do your part?<</s>> He asked. <<s stranger>>Don't worry, you won't have to be as hands on as she is, I just need promotional material for that "reparations" stuff.<</s>> A large part of me wanted to follow the old guy to whatever ends he wanted to take me. Another was still hesitant. I had spoken about reparations, was I courageous enough to pay them? <div id='choices3'><<link "Accept and follow the man there.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<pickup $club "BLM3 Poster" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> All I was doing was my part. And allowing myself to be in a picture that would remain online for a long time. A picture that showed a strong messaging. <<light Jasmin>> might have been putting her body on the line elsewhere... I was putting my reputation. And a strange thrill rose through me as I realized just how far I'd gone, from joining a club to now being a mascot for gender "equality". <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not doing that.">><<replace "#choices3">>I wasn't willing to go down that line, and the man scoffed at that. <<s stranger>>That's often the problem, isn't it?<</s>> He asked, <<s stranger>>Those who call for reparations often cannot pay them.<</s>> He was right. <<s stranger>>Not even with their body and a picture.<</s>> //What?// Maybe I dodged a bullet after all. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "As whites, we need to pay reparations" "I'm not blacked enough for it! (25)">><</if>> <<link "Hesitate on the answer.">><<less "goodevil" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't know how to answer the man, deferring to <<light Ellis>>' authority in the matter instead. <<s Ellis>>Grandpa you really need to be fine accepting the help. I'm one of us and I'm here to help myself.<</s>> <<s stranger>>You're only feeding more into their white savior complex, child.<</s>> The man said instead, not accepting my friend's argument and isntead making them feel bad about themselves. <<s stranger>>Your generation makes me sick.<</s>> He said, <<s stranger>>Heck I don't even know if you're a he or a she.<</s>> Now it was about gender for him. <<s Ellis>>I'm non-binary.<</s>> <<s stranger>>And I'm fucking white!<</s>> The man said, all too aggressive. It all just felt wrong, and <<light Ellis>> didn't feel so good after that confrontation... Neither did I. After all, why did I stay behind here if I wasn't going to have a positive impact on this encounter? I maybe should've joined <<light Jasmin>> in getting a fat cock lodged in my mouth, since it was already good for nothing but that. //Where did the self-hate come from?// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $club.has("BLM3 Poster")>><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/blm3-bodystatement.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>I'm so proud of you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The president of the club had a printout of the final element of our social activity from last week, and a huge blush had appeared on my face.<</if>> <<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>Now that the event is done, I can honestly say that it was somewhat of a success. The BNWO appreciated our help - some of us more than others.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> winked at me at that, <<s Jasmin>>But we're at a tricky crossroads in the club.<</s>> I knew what was coming. <<s Jasmin>>The issue of the supervisor still persists.<</s>> She explained. If I wanted this club to mean something in my applications, I needed to make sure that I was involved in the next steps... <<link "Move along" "HRC">><</link>>

Woah! I had entirely, 1000% forgotten about the existence of such a storyline... Maybe a wealthy school buddy could be part of this storyline, make the MC do questionable things to "save the environment"? <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-protest2.jpg" "An Anti Slut-Shaming Protest">> <center><h1>Feminism Event</h1></center><<pickup $club "HRC Fem 1 Seen" 1>><center><h2>- I -</h2></center> Taking to the streets to fight for female rights, a cornerstone of human rights in all its colors, we were organized in calling for equal treatment, especially when it came to slut-shaming and mockery of female sexuality. <<s Jasmin>>My body my choice! I choose who to sleep with!<</s>> My friend proclaimed to the cheer of her fellow protesters, calling for better treatment. <<s stranger>>You can't have control over our bodies! We choose what to do!<</s>> Another shouted, anger fuming in her voice as she rallied people around her. <<s Matthew>>Hell yeah!<</s>> The swim captain was being his usual creepy self. As we marched, <<light Jasmin>> got closer to me to comment on the event so far. <<s Jasmin>>It's going really well, don't you think?<</s>> My friend asked me with a big smile on her face. I was equally happy with the success. <<s Author>>It is. People are responding to us, whether it is positive or negative it is still a reaction.<</s>> I pointed out, still keeping an eye on the arrogant man. Indeed, our public protest was starting to gather attention, a few of our other friends having joined us in our protest. I could see <<light Leo>> in the crowd. <<s Jasmin>>Hey I have a nice idea. Come with.<</s>> My friend said in somewhat of a whisper, grabbing my hand and taking me away. <<link "Go with her">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-bodywritingintro.jpg" "Bodywriting in the Protest">> My friend had taken me to a secluded public bathroom where we'd be able to communicate openly about her plan. <<s Jasmin>>Body writing is a powerful tool to fight against oppressive behavior. People's words taking physical form on our bodies, that'd send a powerful message don't you think?<</s>> My friend asked me, already pulling a black marker from her bag. <<s Author>>And I'm your canvas?<</s>> I asked her, understanding her intentions. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. Would you help?<</s>> More than a question, it was an offer to control how far I was willing to go for the cause. And depite being flattered about the offer, I was thoughtful about how much I wanted to lean into that odd activity... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'm an open canvas">><<add "open" 2>><<add "hrc" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 2>><<add "Matthew" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-bodywriting2.jpg">> Making use of every inch of my body to write degrading words, my friend really makes an open canvas out of me, writing all the most humiliating things a girl has ever been called. "SLUT - WHORE - CUM GUZZLER" Her words get more and more creative the more she wrote, really going all out on what she is adding to my skin, words of degradation that completely break apart any confidence I may have. It's shameful, hurtful, and exactly what we need to move the hearts of our target audience. As I walk out in this striking appearance, I notice people almost glaring at me, reading these words as if they were openly saying them to me. It's an extreme approach to the protest, but it does seem to have its impact. I feel the full weight of people's stares, as if an open judgement that cares not for my privacy... And it is immediately striking, having some sort of an effect deep inside of me. <<link "Continue the protest" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm an open canvas" "Not open enough (15)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Something symbolic wouldn't be bad.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-bodywriting1.jpg">> Choosing to go a more subtle way, something that calls out the words used against us despite what we do, we choose to write things on the back of my leg, pointing out the words used against certain skirt lengths. The effect is smart as much as it is protesting, and that hopefully will help us better in our open protest. <<link "Continue the protest" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-protest.jpg" "The protest continues">> <<s Matthew>>SLUT.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> read off me. <<s Matthew>>I like the message.<</s>> I didn't know if he was mocking me or showing support, and it didn't matter, as his eyes drifted elsewhere. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-titsout.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>I love feminism. Where else would you ever find that many beautifully liberal babes?<</s>> Before I could even address his claim, the man had left me behind, allowing another to approach. <<light Leo>> looked to be an eager participant of this public call for action. <<s Leo>>Great job doing this. About time!<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly, being feminine doesn't have to mean being weak. And it's about time we stick it to the patriarchy!<</s>> I say enthusiastically. <<if $leoavoid is false>><<light Leo>> is quick to notice the scribbled writing on my body. <<s Leo>>Interesting writing! It works so well with the protest!<</s>> He points out while smiling at me. <<s Jasmin>>I know right?<</s>> Jasmin interjects, butting in on the conversation. <<s Jasmin>>It was my idea!<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiles at her, congratulating her on the effectiveness of it, when an idea forms in my mind. If he were to join me in writing degrading stuff on his own body, I feel like we'd push the message even further. Maybe that's something I can convince him with? <div id='choices'><<if $Leo gte 15 and $alphabeta lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do the same">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-leo-bodywriting.jpg">> My friend might not be the most feminine person out there, but after all, feminism is about gender equality, it's about showing that men, women, and gender non-conforming individuals are supposed to be equal in all aspects of life. What better way to show that then have my friend join the protest we were having with writing of his own, degrading words usually reserved to women, now on a man's body; a striking image indeed. This had gathered him a lot of sideways glances, but was indeed what was needed to really push forward the narrative we were looking for. I was proud of my social butterfly. <<link "Continue protesting alongside my friends" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince him to do the same" "Either not close enough (15) or not feminine enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "Move on from it." "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>></div><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<link "Continue protesting alongside my friends" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-promiscuity.jpg">> Our protest moving forward with women dressed in whatever garbs they choose to wear, being shameless in their sexuality and open to their experience, we continued across streets to a large square, where we took over control and started openly protesting and engaging in conversations to convince and help people in their own qualms with female sexuality and identity. <<s Eric>>Your protest is for slut-shaming, but wouldn't it also have a negative effect on people who are not that open about their sexualities?<</s>> <<light Eric>> had found his way to me, openly arguing against the protest we were leading, trying to dismantle my arguments and find a flaw in my logic. Despite him being my friend, he was being, in that moment, an opponent of justice. <<s Author>>Feminism isn't about moral degeneration. It is about letting a woman make her choice regardless of what society expects of her.<</s>> I explained to him. <<s Eric>>That's good and all, but the exact effect of this protest might be negative.<</s>> My friend was quick to point out. <<s Eric>>You call for equality and for everyone to let women do what women want, but then you shame women for not being open about their sexuality in secret.<</s>> He was gathering a crowd with the arguments he was creating. <<s Eric>>So which is it, slut-shaming or virgin-shaming?<</s>> He asked, throwing the ball in my court. //I didn't know what was the right argument or the repercussions of my words on the whole of the protest, but this did feel like a pivotal moment in the whole movement...// <div id='choices'><<link "Shaming a person for their sexuality is wrong.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My message was an egalitarian one. Feminism was about equality regardless of gender. <<s Author>>Shaming a person for their sexuality, gender identity, or promiscuity is wrong.<</s>> I claimed, before continuing with my arguments, <<s Author>>In an equal world where everyone is treated with respect and dignity, it doesn't matter what you are doing with your body and who you are doing it with, so long as they are a consenting adult. THAT is the purpose of our protest. Not the words you try to put in our mouths, but the true intentions of our actions are beneficial to everyone living on the planet. It is not virgin-shaming as much as it isn't slut-shaming. Shaming in its essence needs to be removed.<</s>> I gained myself some cheers from the statements I made, everyone repeating my words and the argument of equality solidifying. It was about being a feminist, not an extremist. Dejected, <<light Eric>> started walking away from the argument, passing by <<light Matthew>> and shrugging in his direction. //I should have known this one set him up for it.// <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Shaming women for their promiscuity or lack thereof is wrong. The same doesn't apply to men.">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 2>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My mission was to empower women and bring down the patriarchy. And if that meant that I'll need to go on the offensive, I was going to do that. <<s Author>>Shaming women for their promiscuity or lack thereof is wrong. The same doesn't apply to men.<</s>> I started, before continuing with a barrage of arguments. <<s Author>>Whether it is virgin-shaming incels who have never found someone to sleep with or slut-shaming man-whores who have mommy issues that they need to work with, bringing down the patriarchy is essential to creating a better world. You need to put fat gooners, virgins with no future, in their rightful places, to keep them away from society. And slut-shaming keeps them around us, since they are the sad perpetrators of such behavior.<</s>> I pointed at <<light Eric>> with that argument, calling him out as that gooning incel that was the problem with the world. <<s Author>>People like you, not understanding the intricacies of arguments and where our intentions lie, are the true pain of the world, while other virgins like you have been finding their path in this new world. The questions to gooners and incels is whether they will adapt or stay in their caves.<</s>> I called out, my eyes catching <<light Matthew>>'s, who was just as much of a spectator as anyone in the argument I was giving. Cheers followed my arguments, women happy to have someone so eloquently say what have been on their minds. It is true that feminism is about equality, but sometimes, it needs to go on the offensive in order to overcome its challenges. Dejected, <<light Eric>> started walking away from the argument, passing by <<light Matthew>> and shrugging in his direction. //I should have known this one set him up for it.// <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We should virgin-shame. The world is too prude as it is.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "hrctotal" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Matthew" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There were a lot of people surrounding us as I came up with my own argument, sharing a message that would impact a lot of people. <<s Author>> Virgin-shaming is not wrong. The world is too prude as it is.<</s>> I announced, before continuing. <<s Author>>You need a world where there is no problem in sexuality, in openly pursuing our desires and in finding the right way to express them. Being prudes and allowing prudes in such a society would be hurtful to it. From me and moving forward, I've been trying my best to welcome promiscuity. And that's the right way.<</s>> <<light Matthew>>, hearing my words, was one of the few smiling wide in a crowd full of shocked people. In that moment, I didn't care that that man and eye were seeing eye to eye. Maybe we did have more in common than separately. My statement collected a lot of whispers as I saw my male friend slinker away shyly, probably feeling called out by my argument. <<light Matthew>> winked at him, as I realized that he's the one that set him up for this. This hurt our overall message and garnered me some stares from the president of the club <<light Jasmin>> but I didn't care. I had my message and I shared it. //And <<light Matthew>> agreed with it...// <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm at a loss for arguments">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had no words to argue with. And that cost us greatly, as people started stepping away from the event with the opposite thoughts in mind than our intended message. <<light Eric>>'s open attack on feminism cost us greatly, and it made me reconsider what he really stood for and where his priorities laid. I felt stupid, weak, a prude, not being able to argue against him. I watched him as he walked away from the argument, passing by <<light Matthew>> and smiling in his direction. //I should have known this one set him up for it.// <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>Something went wrong Oopsie! <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

/* Free the Nipple Event */<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-title.jpg" "Free the Nipple Protest">><<set $femnippleevents to true>><<set $femnipplecount to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Fem 2 Seen" 1>><<set $brawear to true>> <center><h1>Feminism Event</h1></center><center><h2>- II -</h2></center> <<s Yara>>Freedom to do with your body as you like, what is there not to like about this protest?<</s>> My athletic friend <<light Yara>> had joined us for the HRC session, open to all women at school to announce our plans to fight for their rights. <<s Jasmin>>Exactly!<</s>> The president of the club spoke, before moving to center stage to speak. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you all for coming.<</s>> She said first, smiling wide as she saw the added numbers who were willing to listen to what we had to say. <<s Jasmin>>The HRC, Human Rights Club, has been created at school to fight for all human rights. Regardless of gender and sexual orientation, or sex at birth.<</s>> She explained, confident in her speech. <<s Jasmin>>The protest we are organizing, school wide and put in place to argue against silly censorship, is created to give us the freedom to do what we want.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Ria, would you like to share what happened with you?<</s>> She called out another woman, familiar to some as head of the Debate Club, to adress the gathered crowd. <<pic Ria>><</pic>> <<s Ria>>It was nothing too big, but something annoying. I usually don't wear bras... Obviously on the account that I don't have anything to hold.<</s>> She made a joke at her own expense, garnering a few laughs from the people attending the session. <<s Ria>>And because of it, I was kicked out of Mr. Carter's class. Said I was distracting the boys with my behavior.<</s>> Her speech gathered a few murmurs from the attending crowd. <<s Matthew>>That's true, I was there. My sister and all women should be allowed to wear whatever she wants.<</s>> For a moment there, I had hoped that <<light Matthew>> had sat this one out, maybe - hopefully - realizing just how out of place he would be in such a setting. He was there, and vocal. <<s Ria>>That's right. That's why I came to Jasmin with the idea that... We organize a school wide protest throughout the week to fight against the unfair behavior. We are allowed to dress how we want, and men's detestable behavior shouldn't dictate what we do.<</s>> She spoke confidently and clearly, a few cheers sounding off. <<s Eva>>What if someone doesn't feel comfortable showing off the nipple?<</s>> My nerdy friend spoke, breaking out of her usual silence. I could see <<light Matthew>> bite his tongue, stopping himself from whatever comment he had wanted to make. <<light Jasmin>>, on the other hand, was trying to come up with the best way to deal with that interjection, her eyes turning to me for some sort of support. I knew this would be the first of many decisions I'd have to take throughout the week to help with the protest, and see if it will eventually change the school's behavior towards promiscuity in its simple form of freeing the nipple. <div id='choices'><<link "Strength in unity. Everyone should join the movement.">><<less "hrctotal" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There is strength in unity.<</s>> I called out, taking the attention of people that were there. <<light Matthew>>, on his end, was smiling. <<s Author>>If we stand togehter, all of us join the protest and fight for what is right, we can push back at this archaic ideology that the men at school are asking for. It is our body, and our choice to do with it as we want.<</s>> I said, hoping to move people into action. And indeed, I was starting to receive mutters of agreement. His stupid smile stayed plastered on his face. <<s Author>>As women, female-bodied individuals, or allies of the feminist cause, we need to push for better conditions for all of us. It takes little to join the protest, but means a lot for the people affected. We need to stand by our sisters, and show them our support. We owe them that much!<</s>> Everyone was agreeing with the sentiment, ready to join the fray in our fight for justice. And his smile remained, perplexing sight that kept me guessing as to his true intentions here at the club. //This was going to be an interesting week!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We're fighting for freedom. You're free to do what you want.">><<less "femnipplecount" 1>><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You don't have to do it.<</s>> I called out, collecting stares from people gathered there. <<s Author>>We are fighting for freedom. Feminism is about the freedom to do with your body as you will.<</s>> I explained further. <<s Author>>You are free to do what you want, but I know our movement would benefit from every single one of you's support. Do this with us and see how we can create a better, free-er world for all of us.<</s>> I said, a few nodding along but also a few breathing a bit easier now that they aren't pressured into helping us. We'll have to wait and see how things evolve in the coming week. At least, in my approach, I didn't see a satisfaction to <<light Matthew>>'s stares. Was he hoping for a different outcome? Regardless, //This was going to be an interesting week!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $club.has("Fem2 Ellis Join")>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-ebonybeauty.jpg" "Ellis' Protesting Look">> The resident non-binary individual was currently topless, only small pieces of tape covering their nipples as they saw me approach them, openly joining the protest in the most direct of fashion, outside regular hours yet in the school hallways. <<s Ellis>><<print $name>>! Glad to have you join us!<</s>> They called out, smiling wide at my arrival. <<s Author>>Glad to have YOU join us!<</s>> I said, taking in the beautiful form that presented itself to me. <<s Ellis>>You should see the look on people's faces when they can't keep their eyes off my enby body. It's almost revitalizing!<</s>> They said, smiling wide. I was happy that they had found comfort in their body and expression. And... I kind of understood where these people were coming from. Despite myself, I was finding it hard to take my eyes away from their attractive body. They got closer to hug me, but whispered in my ear. <<s Ellis>>Just like you are doing right now. Tell me that you like what you see, my queer friend.<</s>> They were enticing, their hands still wrapped around my body and their small breasts pressed against me. Would I admit it? What would they do if I did? Did I care to hide behind my fear? <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 10>><<link "You're fucking hot, and I'm fucking queer">><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no way I could deny the attraction I felt towards the queer body in front of me. And I made it known. <<s Author>>You're fucking hot, and I'm fucking queer.<</s>> I said to them, my own hands moving to hug them tighter. Our bodies, in their prolonged embrace, moved against each other in beautiful harmony. I was enjoying them against me and the feeling was reciprocated. <<s Ellis>>I knew it about you. Thanks for giving me the confidence.<</s>> They said in a whisper of sorts. <<s Author>>Thanks for serving looks.<</s>> I whispered back, feeling closer to this enby deity. It was nice being close to a queer character that had no fear, it robbed off on you in the most beautiful of ways. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're fucking hot, and I'm fucking queer" "Not bisexual enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "I don't know...">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I don't know...<</s>> I said hesitantly, unsure of what the right answer might be... I might be queer, and I might not be, but I was having some sort of feeling about this non-binary person that I couldn't deny. They moved from me and looked at me reassuringly. <<s Ellis>>There is never any pressure to discover yourself, <<print $name>>. Just know that I am here for you should you need anything.<</s>> They said, looking to calm my emotions. <<s Ellis>>Thank you for helping me out of my shell.<</s>> Their smile put me at ease. Maybe I was into them, and maybe I wasn't. Either way, it wouldn't be something negative. I smiled back at them. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not into that.">><<less "Ellis" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I moved from their embrace. <<s Author>>No Ellis, I don't think I'm really into that.<</s>> I said, a bit firmer than I was hoping for, before explaining myself, <<s Author>>I appreciate you joining the protest, but I don't think I'm the kind of person to be looking at people in that light. The whole idea of the protest is to protest against this male gaze.<</s>> I pointed out. <<light Ellis>> took my argument to heart, nodding in understanding. <<s Ellis>>I see. Sorry for ressuring you. Never my intention.<</s>> They said, before taking their leave. //I wish I could put them at ease, but this just wasn't my thing. Harsh, but necessary and true.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Ellis>>Hey <<print $name>>... Do you have time to talk?<</s>> They said as they approached me, worry apparent on their face. <<s Author>>Sure, let's go outside for some fresh air.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Actually, let's head to the bathrooms... If you're okay with that?<</s>> There was hesitation in their voice. Why would I not be okay with it? <<s Author>>Sure.<</s>> We moved togather towards the bathroom, where they were quick to apologize. <<s Ellis>>I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable being with a non-binary person in the bathroom...<</s>> They said, before I quickly shut them down. <<s Author>>Ellis! Not at all. I trust you.<</s>> I stopped their worried talks. <<s Ellis>>Look it's about this whole "free the nipple" thing... I'm extremely conflicted about it.<</s>> They said. I looked at them, and millions of theories were storming through my mind at what the cause behind such a worry would be. I waited for them to explain themselves further instead of interjecting. <<s Ellis>>It's complicated when it comes to someone like me...<</s>> They continued, <<s Ellis>>I'm defined beyond my physical characteristics, and I really appreciate the movement, but putting my attributes on display like that... The looks that I'd receive are not the most kind...<</s>> They further explained. <<s Author>>I appreciate you coming forward with this.<</s>> I said. <<s Ellis>>I really want to help the movement, don't get me wrong. I am a member of the HRC so it's the least I can do.<</s>> They said. <<s Ellis>>I'm just trying to find a way to balance between my own gender identity and the fight for freedom we are leading.<</s>> It was indeed a complicated dilemma, and I was thinking of the best way to approach the subject. Did I want to convince them to do something they might not be comfortable with? Did I have the arguments for it? <<s Ellis>>Plus...<</s>> Damn there was more. <<s Ellis>>I wear a binder because my... Boobs... Are fucking annoying to me. Putting them on display like that just... Fucks with me.<</s>> They removed their shirt to reveal the binder underneath. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-ellis-binder.jpg">> It was something interesting, compelling to see, such a flat chest and beautiful material... I looked and nodded, seeing the different layers behind the conversation... The question remained, what would my reaction be to this revelation? <div id='choices'><<if $mediasavvy gte 40>><<link "Even trans men can't share their nipples on social media. This fight is close to home for you too.">><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Ellis Join" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You know, you were one of the first people I thought of when the project was presented to the HRC...<</s>> <<light Ellis>> looked at me with an inquisitive glance. <<s Author>>The thing is, I've been seeing trans men content on social media, and they often argue about them being censored whenever they show any semblance of nipple, even after top surgery.<</s>> I said, quickly continuing. <<s Author>>Not saying that you're the same. They're men and you're non-binary. But pre or post surgery, whether you want to have it or not, doesn't matter. What matters is that it's your body and you have every right to use it however you want.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was thoughtful as they heard my arguments. <<s Author>>This protest is not only for female-bodied individuals or people who identify as female.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>It is as much your fight as it is ours.<</s>> <<light Ellis>>' eyes lit up at the realization I just gave them. They were convinced. <<s Ellis>>You have a point. You have a very valid point. Count me in.<</s>> //Maybe I'll catch them again at school during the protest...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Social Media Argument" "Not media savvy enough (40)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 10>><<link "You being Non-Binary, if people look at you, you could switch things on them and call them out as queer.">><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Ellis Join" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, I feel like this situation might be the best way to even further claim your gender identity.<</s>> I argued, gaining an interesting inquisitive glare from my friend. <<s Author>>Okay first of all, attraction to nipples is nothing natural. It's secondary sexual organs that have been deemed so by society.<</s>> I said, the irony of my argument lost on me as I knew I had some sort of interest in them, aesthetically, <<s Author>>Secondly, you are non-binary, and no one can take that away from you. If people find themselves attracted to you simply because you have nipples poking from underneath your shirt, then guess what? They're definitely queer. Honestly whatever relationship you might have is a queer one at its base because of your gender orientation.<</s>> I continud arguing, gaining a few laughs at the ironic logic I was sharing. <<s Author>>It's really simple, a momentary unease for you that you can pass on to anyone that makes you feel it, in exchange for a lifetime of confusion for cis straight men trying to understand if they are attracted to you or not.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was smiling, long gone was the worried look she had given me when we started talking. <<s Ellis>>You do make a very valid point. It's only momentary after all, but not wearing the binder for a few days to breathe a bit of fresh air would indeed feel nice.<</s>> They said, considering the protest. <<s Author>>Your body, your choice, but I know having you on our side would definitely bring strength to our numbers.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was nodding, seriously considering the opportunity for mindfuckery. //Maybe I'll catch them again at school during the protest...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Queer Argument" "Not bisexual enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "I don't know how to convince them...">><<set $club "Fem2 Ellis Not Join" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I understood where they were coming from, and didn't have the arguments to bring them to our side. <<s Author>>Your body, your choice.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>That's the whole point of the protest. And if you don't feel comfortable to be joining us actively, we have no right to pressure you into it.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> nodded, somewhat grateful of my acceptance of their situation. <<s Author>>Thank you for opening up to me, and don't worry, I am sure everybody will understand your case.<</s>> //I wonder what things might've ensued should I have convinced them to join us... Hopefully I'll be able to keep the pressure on elsewhere in our protests.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend had quickly approached me to have a conversation, not bothering with introductions. <<s Leo>>It's inspiring the was the HRC is fighting the status quo!<</s>> He commented, smiling at me as he spoke. <<s Author>>It's the least we can do, don't you think?<</s>> I said back to him, smiling. <<s Leo>>I want to help, but I don't know how...<</s>> He admitted, looking at me for guidance. It was nice to see my friend so engaged, and I wanted to find a way to help him. I just wanted to see if his heart was in the right place. <<s Author>>Why? Why do you want to help?<</s>> I asked. <<s Leo>>Simply put, because it's the right thing to do.<</s>> I smiled. <<light Leo>> was a person of conviction, and it showed. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>He should wear a bra, to show how silly the double standards are.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<pickup $club "Fem2 LeoFem" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If you want to help, I think the best thing you can do is wear a bra.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>You heard me, we find it annoying that they oppose bras on us, that's why we're freeing the nipple. What if you were an example of how silly such a request is?<</s>> I pointed out. <<if $alphabeta lte 25>><<s Author>>You already have worn panties after all...<</s>><</if>> <<light Leo>>, smiling, thought about the suggestion I was making for a moment. <<s Leo>>Honestly... That's not such a bad idea.<</s>> He said, his smile widening. <<s Author>>Right? That's what I've gathered as well!<</s>> I said back to him. //Maybe I'll see him in a bra later this week... That oughta be a sight!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let him tape his nipples in protest like some of us are doing.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 2>><<pickup $club "Fem2 LeoMasc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>A few of us are using nipple tape as a protest against the censorship of our nipples. Maybe you can do that as well.<</s>> <<light Leo>> thought of the suggestion for a moment, and I could see a smile grow slowly on his lips. He seems to be seriously considering it. <<s Leo>>Yeah I think I can do that!<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Make sure you use tape that is safe. Wouldn't want your nipples to bleed.<</s>> I warned him, seeing a shift in his expression, fear settling in. //Maybe I'll catch him with the nipple tape later this week... That oughta be a sight!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I appreciate the sentiment, but there's nothing he can do.">><<less "femnipplecount" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Thanks for suggesting help, Leo, but I think we're good.<</s>> I said to my friend, trying to keep things on the downlow. Sad not to be involved but understanding where I was coming from, my friend eventually decided to drop the subject. I don't really need him to make this a success. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("Fem2 LeoFem")>><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-leofem.jpg">> I'll have to admit, I was stunned to see the bra that <<light Leo>> had chosen to wear for the protest. And the effect was fantastic, flagrant. <<s Author>>You've outdone yourself, Leo!<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>Minimum I could do... Although I don't get what you have against bras, they're kinda comfortable.<</s>> He answered me back. I couldn't not tease him. <<s Author>>Wait till you get actual boobs pressing against them!<</s>> I said back, gaining a blush from my friend. //What an ally! Or was he more?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("Fem2 LeoMasc")>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-ally.jpg" "An alluring taping">> <<s Author>>Looking good, Leo!<</s>> Indeed, my friend was kind of attractive in his new black tape, joining the HRC's protests. <<s Leo>>It's kind of freeing letting my nipples "not show" like that!<</s>> He commented back, smiling wide. It was nice to see support from my friend like that, showing that the issue went beyond gender or sex boundaries. //What a great ally!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> Walking into the office on this odd afternoon, I knew I had to quickly broach the subject if I needed to hold my professor's attention. I didn't know though what exactly my goal was, except getting him to be on our side in our protest. A faculty member who would ally with our feminist protest would be a huge advantage for us. <<s Bekham>>You have only 3 minutes, and that time started once you walked through the door.<</s>> He announced sternly, looking at me with an intense stare. I had so little time to convince him. <<s Author>>It's about the protest we are organizing at the HRC. The human rights club.<</s>> I said. <<s Bekham>>I've heard of that club. You still haven't found a faculty member to patron you. That spells bad luck.<</s>> He said, a true observation. <<s Author>>It's not about having you as faculty member. It's about the protest itself.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>A protest? At school? I'm not seeing it.<</s>> He said, shutting me down almost. <<s Author>>You're only here on Fridays.<</s>> I shot back. His stare grew more intense, a ruthless look that gave me a moment of weakness. <<s Author>>Sorry, it's not-<</s>> <<s Bekham>>What is the protest about?<</s>> He cut me off. <<s Author>>Free the nipple.<</s>> His eyebrow rose for but a tiny moment. He was interested, but didn't want to show it. <<s Bekham>>Free the nipple... And what do you need me for?<</s>> <<s Author>>Pressure from a faculty member, especially one with the curriculum that resembles our protest most in the sense that it is ideological, would all but prove our legitimacy, and probably be the tipping point in our protest.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>And why should I be involved? I get nothing from this.<</s>> The man said, going back to his books. I knew he was interested. I knew I could have him on our side. But he wanted me to give him something in return. Work to convince him of something he needed. <div id='choices'><<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Logic would convince him">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Bekham Aid" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-bekhamconvince.jpg">> <<s Author>>You and I both know that this protest is something that is of interest to you.<</s>> I started, <<s Author>>In one of your first classes with us, you mentioned The Male Gaze, and how we'd need to appeal to it if we want to succeed in this society.<</s>> He smiled, flattered that I'd remember such a thing, applying knowledge from his classes. <<s Author>>What is freeing the nipple but an application of the theory you've preached in class?<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>What is it except freedom to do your own thing, create your own destiny, while finding your place in our patriarchal society?<</s>> I was appealing to his logic, but I knew I needed to do more. Appeal to something else in him. Something that would convince him. <<s Author>>The HRC is fighting for this on behalf of the women at school. But we both know that this will benefit everyone. The ladies get to dress how they want and the men at school get to watch it happen. We both know hormonal teenagers and young adults. Let's give them what they want.<</s>> <<light Bekham>> looked at me with a smile. <<s Bekham>>Let's free the tits.<</s>> He said. Not free the nipple. Free the tits. That's what we were to him, and that's what we were essentially doing. <<s Author>>Let's free the tits.<</s>> I smiled back, confident that we now had his support. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Logic would convince him" "Not smart enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $open gte 40 or $Bekham gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>My exposed body would convince him">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Bekham Aid" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-bekhamconvince.jpg">> I knew what would convince him. I knew what would satisfy his masculine needs. <<s Author>>You and I both know that you're interested in this.<</s>> I said as I pushed my breasts out to put them in value. <<s Author>>Imagine a class full of young ladies that are dressed in the right way, the positive impact it would have on everyone's mood.<</s>> <<light Bekham>> had impressive control. His eyes still looking at mine, an intense staring contest as my nipples poked out at him, beckoning for his attention. <<s Author>>I know it's probably wrong to go about doing things that way, but I also know I'd personally love to be able to dress however I want. Or...<</s>> He kept looking at me. <<s Author>>However you'd want.<</s>> What the fuck was going on with me? Was it the fact that he was my professor, my superior? Or that I was a bit desperate to convince him? <<s Bekham>>Did you really just say that?<</s>> He asked sternly. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I...<</s>> I had no words to explain myself, lowering my eyes to the ground. <<s Bekham>>Desperation is a bad look on you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> His voice held a grave aura to it, shaking me to my core. <<s Bekham>>But since that's how you view yourself...<</s>> He said, and I looked back up at him, hopeful. <<s Bekham>>Having your tits on display like that is a good look.<</s>> I was shocked. But there was no blaming him. I had started it. <<s Bekham>>Perhaps you should call this movement of yours the "Free the Tits" protest. Fits you more, don't you think?<</s>> I didn't want to think of the repercussions of what I did, yet his smile betrayed he was amused at the very least. I nodded. <<s Bekham>>You'll have my support. Just watch out who you go about trying to seduce the way you did just now. Others might not be too kind.<</s>> He warned me, turning his attention back to his books. //I didn't have to behave like that, so... Naughtily. And I had no one to blame but myself. What was happening to me that I'd so blatantly talk that way, to a professor?// At least we had his support, right? Something good came out of it... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My exposed body would convince him" "Not open or close enough (40 - 7)">><</if>> <<link "I don't have the means to convince him.">><<less "femnipplecount" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had no strategy in my approach, as I looked at him and fumbled with my words. <<s Author>>You'd have the... You'd be supporting your students in what they want!<</s>> I said, trying to find a good argument but not quite getting there. <<s Bekham>>That doesn't feel too important to me at the moment.<</s>> He said, slowly losing interest himself. The glint I ahd seen in his eye was no longer there... <<s Author>>Look sir I don't know how to convince you, but we need the support of a professor.<</s>> I said. <<s Bekham>>And you thought that I'd be the best option to support your feminist protest? A free the tits protest that pushes back on what, exactly? Wanting to dress indecently at school?<</s>> He had a point. <<s Bekham>>Excuse my reluctance to join my voice to yours. After all, if you want to free your tits you can go and do that on the streets of the town, not in the hallways of a school.<</s>> If there was a mic in his hand, that's when he'd have dropped it. I fumbled the bag, big time. And wordlessly, I nodded and headed out of his office, bummed to have lost a potential ally. He was interested, until he wasn't... Maybe I could have done more? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<img src='images/classes/free-announcement.jpg' width='100%' title='Free the nipple protest'> The movement is sweeping through the school this week, let's hope for the best!

<<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "School's hallways">> This week has been a very interesting one at school, with our poking nipples fighting for some attention constantly with the protest ongoing... And the stares. God the stares never ended, we were finding out. Every time there was a little cold or there was an odd brush up, our nipples stood to attention, requiring eyes to look at them. And eyes looked. Boys mostly, and some girls, were lost in the valley between our mounds, staring at the peaks. And to say that wasn't exciting would be a lie. But it also carried with it a big question, who were we doing this for? Were we protesting the school to give us more freedom, or were we doing it to give these boys more to look at? Who was winning here? <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-braless.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>Hey <<print $name>> got time to talk?<</s>> <<light Matthew>> was calling to me, and I reluctantly walked over to see what he needed. He was surrounded by a few of his friends. <<s Matthew>>The club is seriously still going for the free the nipple thing?<</s>> He asked, not caring to hide the fact that he was eating up the nipples I had on display. A shiver travelled down my spine at that realization. //He was part of the club, wasn't he?// <<s Author>>That's true.<</s>> I said a bit dryly. <<s Matthew>>Hey why the poison, we're just having a conversation.<</s>> He quipped back, smiling wide. His friends chuckled at that. I felt like I was walking into a trap of sorts, but didn't know what it was. <<s Matthew>>I just want to say that I appreciate your movement. It's important to free the tits.<</s>> He said. //Free the tits?// <<s Author>>You're part of the club, Matthew. And it's not to your benefit.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>I know it isn't. But the gesture is thoroughly appreciated. The greatest amount of good for the greatest number of people, what's to hate about Utilitarianism?<</s>> <<s Author>>If you think that your intellect, probably borrowed from your smarter sister, will have any impact, you're mistaken.<</s>> A few of his friends chuckled at this, as the man turned serious, looking me straight in the eyes. <<s Matthew>>No. I think that your movement wouldn't stand without our support. And I further think that you're actually interested in gaining our support. You are not doing this for you, you're doing this for us.<</s>> He spoke in a deep whisper, the intensity glaring as compared to the previous interactions. I was skeptical, but wanted to entertain the conversation a bit more, he was showing some of his cards. <<s Author>>What do you want?<</s>> I asked, feeling threatened somehow. <<s Matthew>>Quid pro quo. Our support will help convince the school of the necessity to free the tits.<</s>> <<s Author>>And in exchange?<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You flash us, right here and now.<</s>> He answered, the bomb dropping. It would be additional support to the cause. And it would be a nice shortcut to whatever convoluted ways they could bring us down. Turn your enemies to friends, but at what cost? And what was that about me interested in gaining their support? Doing it for them? Was this really what the movement had come to? A free the tits movement? To offer them free glances at our tits? At my tits?<<if $open gte 60>><br>//That would be kind of hot if you ask me...//<</if>> Though as I stood there another realization made itself apparent to me. This was a great opportunity to improve my reputation at school with these boys, and improve my chances of reaching my promship goals. <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "I'm definitely doing this for them.">><<less "dynamics" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 4>><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "reputation" 4>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Men Aid" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleflash.jpg">> My hand mindlessly drifted to the upper part of my top, lowering it to reveal myself to the men in front of me. I was stuck, and their support was needed. After all, we did live in a patriarchal society, and their opinion mattered more than ours. As these thoughts swirled in my head, I kept showing them my tits, an image that they seemed to be enjoying. <<light Matthew>> moved closer. I kept my tits on display. <<s Matthew>>Who are you really doing this for?<</s>> He asked just the right question, staring at me in the eyes as my nipples, now engorged, remained on display. <<s Author>>It's for you. We're doing this for you.<</s>> I admitted, the horniness getting the best of me. Or maybe it was the actual truth coming out without any reservations... <<s Matthew>>This feminism bullshit is but a lie concocted to turn more women like you into whores for men like us.<</s>> He said as his hand moved to pinch my nipple, stealing a moan from my panting mouth. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleplay.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>These tits are ours, you're just being kind enough to give us access to them.<</s>> He announced menacingly. Was this movement really the right idea? Where were things headed with such loss of control? <<s Matthew>>That's a good girl, a public whore.<</s>> He said, his final words breaking me out of my stupor. I moved away from him, hiding my nipples behind my shirt, which did nothing to conceal how turned on I was feeling. <<s Author>>I'm not a whore.<</s>> I argued against his statement. <<s Matthew>>Not yet.<</s>> He threatened. <<s Matthew>>Your movement has my support. I'm sure we'll reveal the true light of feminism in our school in no time.<</s>> He announced, smiling. //What were we getting ourselves into?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm definitely doing this for them" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "Flashing a nipple wins us the war">><<pickup $club "Fem2 Men Aid" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 2>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "reputation" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleflash.jpg">> My hand mindlessly drifted to the upper part of my top, lowering it to reveal myself to the men in front of me. I was stuck, and their support was needed. After all, we did live in a patriarchal society, and their opinion mattered more than ours. As these thoughts swirled in my head, I kept showing them my tits, an image that they seemed to be enjoying. <<light Matthew>> moved closer. I kept my tits on display. <<s Matthew>>Who are you really doing this for?<</s>> He asked just the right question, staring at me in the eyes as my nipples, now engorged, remained on display. <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom lte 30>><<link "We're doing this for them">><<add "femnipplecount" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "reputation" 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>It's for you. We're doing this for you.<</s>> I admitted, the horniness getting the best of me. Or maybe it was the actual truth coming out without any reservations, my innate submissiveness making the true claim for me... <<s Matthew>>This feminism bullshit is but a lie concocted to turn more women like you into whores for men like us.<</s>> He said as his hand moved to pinch my nipple, stealing a moan from my panting mouth. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleplay.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>These tits are ours, you're just being kind enough to give us access to them.<</s>> He announced menacingly. Was this movement really the right idea? Where were things headed with such loss of control? <<s Matthew>>That's a good girl, a public whore.<</s>> He said, his final words breaking me out of my stupor. I moved away from him, hiding my nipples behind my shirt, which did nothing to conceal how turned on I was feeling. <<s Author>>I'm not a whore.<</s>> I argued against his statement. <<s Matthew>>Not yet.<</s>> He threatened. <<s Matthew>>Your movement has my support. I'm sure we'll reveal the true light of feminism in our school in no time.<</s>> He announced, smiling. //What were we getting ourselves into?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We're doing this for them" "Not submissive enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "We're doing this for freedom.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>We're doing this for us. For our freedom.<</s>> I said, putting my tits - I mean nipples - away from sight, a few groans sounding off from the other boys there. <<s Matthew>>I hope that you find your freedom.<</s>> He smiled wide, a predatory gaze flowing over me. <<s Matthew>>We won't stand in the way of your bullshit movement.<</s>> He announced, knowing the power they had at school. <<s Matthew>>I'm sure we'll reveal the true light of feminism in our school in no time.<</s>> His thinly veiled threat landing with me, I tried to think of the repercussions of my actions. I had used my body to gain votes in favor of... Showing my body more... //What were we getting ourselves into?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not stooping so low. We can do this without their support.">><<add "dynamics" 1>><<less "femnipplecount" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-tease.mp4">>I figured having these men dictate our actions was explicitely against our movement's intentions. And while it would've been probably smarter not to engage in that conversation in the first place, I needed to take a stand in front of that patriarchal bullying. <<s Author>>If you actually believe I owe you anything of the sort, levying your privilege as a man to harrass someone like me, you're sadly mistaken, Matthew.<</s>> My voice rose as I got slightly agitated. <<s Author>>The feminist movement is about freedom, not about giving you free glances at our tits. You're sickening, and are obviously the prime example of a sad incel that has nothing going for him.<</s>> I announced to anyone to hear. <<s Author>>You and your friends.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>Emotional as always. What a shame.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Excuse me. I have someplace I need to be other than in the presence of such a failure of human beings.<</s>> I said, walking away. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-flipoff.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>This isn't the end of this. We'll reveal the true light of your feminism in no time.<</s>> He called out behind me. I knew there would be more to this, but didn't know in what form it would come. I also knew I'd be ready for it. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pickup $club "HRC Fem 2 Seen" 1>><div id='continue'><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-title.jpg" "Free the Nipple Protest">><<unset $femnippleevents>> We rallied, preparing ourselves to protest the status quo, readying ourselves to face off against the oppressive leadership of the school. Eager to see if the pressure we maintained throughout the week had come to fruition. It was now or never, and we'd find out if we did enough soon. We were gathered in front of our principal's office, waiting for her to come out so we can demand an answer. Collected, women and allies were waiting for their fate. Had we done enough to prove ourselves and to the school that freedom is achievable? <<link "The door opens">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Priscilla>>The school's principal<</pic>> Standing in front of us, the school's principal, Dr. <<light Priscilla>>, looked at the gathered crowd. <<if $femnipplecount gte 11>><<add "hrctotal" 5>><<s Priscilla>>You ladies have been a thorn in our side for far too long.<</s>> She started talking, already making us feel like we didn't succeed in our attempts. <<s Priscilla>>And yet, you've organized yourselves and managed to gather enough supporting voices to your protest. <<if $club.has("Fem2 Men Aid")>>I was even surprised to see some of the boys voice their agreement with your "feminist" message.<</if>><</s>> She pointed out, gaining a few gasps of relief and admiration from my fellow HRC members. <<s Priscilla>>That is not to say that we agree with your protest. I just mean to say that you compelled me to make a hard choice.<</s>> She took a breath. <<s Priscilla>>So long as there is nothing considered to be nudity happening in our school's premises, you're allowed to keep to your silly dress up games. But you better not push it too hard.<</s>> Yelps and cheers of encouragement surrounded me as I looked at the principal with appreciation. She looked back at me sternly. <<if $club.has("Fem2 Bekham Aid")>><br><<s Priscilla>>Mr. Bekham told me about the initiative you took in securing that freedom. Watch out where you tread, <<print $name>>.<</s>><</if>> Her eyes drifted across the whole group standing in front of her, cheering their success. <<s Priscilla>>With time you'll understand the use of bras, but until then, enjoy your "freedom" and the scorn that comes with.<</s>> She said, turning to close the door behind her. <<s Jasmin>>We did it!<</s>> A cheering <<light Jasmin>> sounded off, hugging me. //Was this truly a success for us? Only time would tell...// <<else>><<less "hrctotal" 3>><<s Priscilla>>You ladies have been an annoyance for far too long at the school.<</s>> The first thing that came out of the principal's mouth was threateningly negative. <<s Priscilla>>Your bahavior is unacceptable and unsolicited. Few of you wanting to dress provocatively, distracting students and causing issues for everyone at school, parents asking me questions... All of it needs to cease now.<</s>> She talked sternly. The lady was pissed. <<s Priscilla>>This is not a movement, this is not what feminism is about. This is a failure on your behalf and you better learn from it for whatever you try to come up with next.<</s>> Her words hurt, attacking our insecurities. Or at least mine. Was I not enough? <<if $club.has("Fem2 Bekham Aid")>><<s Priscilla>>I was particularly impressed to see that you were able to convince Mr. Bekham to agree with your protest, considering how disorganized you were.<</s>> She added.<<if $club.has("Fem2 Men Aid")>><<s Priscilla>>Or any of these men, who I'd never imagine would agree with your standpoint. But then again, they're hormonal teens, what can one expect of them?<</s>><</if>><<elseif $club.has("Fem2 Men Aid")>><<s Priscilla>>I was particularly impressed to see that some of the boys agree with your protest, considering how disorganized you were.<</s>> She added, <<s Priscilla>>But then again, they're hormonal teens, what can one expect of them?<</s>><</if>> <<s Priscilla>>Please leave now. And we better go back to normality tomorrow. The school board agrees that rightful measures will need to be taken towards any student that doesn't conform with the decision taken on this amtter.<</s>> She dismissed us, a group of defeated students and feminist not receiving what they wanted from the protest. //That was not only a blow to the protest, but to the HRC as a whole... What to do now?//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

/* The Feminism Challenge */We were all gathered in our usual meeting room, talking about the upcoming project for the HRC and what it should be about. The past couple months were spent advocating for multiple different projects, looking to bring people along and legitimize the club. And as we set out to decide on our upcoming project, my words and intentions were quickly met with an opposing point of view. <<s Author>>I think we need to continue down the feminist path, push more for an inclusive agenda regardless of gender.<</s>> I spoke, trying to gather support for a cause I knew needed to be talked about more. <<s Matthew>>What is feminism, really?<</s>> <<light Matthew>>, once more, spoke up. <<s Author>>It's a basic human right movement, that aims to encourage women to follow their own path in life, not one dictated on them by society.<</s>> I spoke confidently, explaining my outlook on the movement that has brought the club a lot of support and recognition. He was not as kind to that as I was. <<s Matthew>>The way I see it, it's an excuse to give yourselves more power on the lie of human rights.<</s>> He called out instead, arguing quite a different approach to the whole thing. <<s Author>>Feminism is about equality.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And yet you only care about women at this school. Is there no equality in allowing you to stick to the status quo? Things are the way they are for a reason.<</s>> The man was getting under my skin, a true example about why these kind of individuals need to be dealt with instead of accepted in our society. Yet I had to keep my cool. <<s Author>>What do you suggest, then, Matthew?<</s>> I asked him, trying to see where he was headed. <<s Matthew>>A challenge.<</s>> He said, confidently. <<s Matthew>>If I don't prove my point about the flaws of feminism by this time next week, Feminism is the way to go at the HRC. If I do, then maybe we can call for true equality, under my terms.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I will not let that happen.<</s>> For once, <<light Jasmin>> interjected, taking my side in the argument. The man was arrogant, a bit too confident for my taste. <<s Matthew>>Further proves my point that you are weak willed.<</s>> He said. <<s Matthew>>Women who cannot rise to the challenge.<</s>> Members of the club were whispering, mumbling as they watched the scene unfold. Some were starting to see his point. I thought about his claim. If I am to deny his challenge and keep going with a feminist project, we might lose the support of many of the club members there. He'd have proven his point without a challenge that we do not care about all voices, about equality. If I took his challenge and won, then I'd have proven my point, proven that we need that line of fight and support. But if I accepted his challenge and lost... Then... I had no idea what waited on the other side... There was a big decision at hand, and I didn't know what was the best choice to make. On one end, I'm losing control of the HRC. On the other hand, I'm risking my position and that of my friend... Then again, there didn't feel to be a real choice, me knowing all along that it would boil down to something like this, that I'd face whatever demons he'd want to throw at me to prove the necessity of our club. <div id='choices'><<link "Accept his challenge.">><<set $femchalwatch to 1>><<set $femchaldaily to true>><<set $femchallenge to 0>><<replace "#choices">>I would not fail. And taking on his challenge would be the proof we need about our rights being more violated than ever. His adversity would bring about our freedom. <<s Author>>I'll gladly accept your challenge.<</s>> I said, overstepping my friend's comment and making a choice of my own. <<s Author>>And what you fail to prove will show everyone that we need this more than ever. That your misconceptions are exactly what we are fighting against to aid women to feel safe.<</s>> I said staunchily. <<s Matthew>>What I will prove is that YOU are the one that's misguided. And that will put you in your rightful place.<</s>> //My rightful place. Next thing you know he'll ask of me to be kneeling at his feet.// <<linkreplace "Continue">><<s Author>>So what exactly is that challenge of yours?<</s>> I asked the man as we stood out to the school's hallways, trying to understand where he wanted to take things. <<s Matthew>>It's very easy. I'll be sending you a piece of media to watch, read, or simply look at or interact with every morning. By the end of it all, once we're back to school on Tuesday, you'll be the one to share your own conclusion from what you've seen throughout the week.<</s>> He stated. I was confused. That was all it took? That was his big challenge? I'd go through it unscathed, and prove to all that he was even crazier than expected. <<s Author>>I can't wait to prove you wrong.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And I can't wait to have you admit your weakness.<</s>> He shot back. //This is going to be an interesting week for sure.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Deny his challenge" "This would only prove his point, and make us lose the club.">></div>

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post1-1.jpg">> The first picture the man shared was the definition of feminism... Was this really how we were going to start this? The question accompanying that picture was intriguing though, and did give me room for thought: <<s Matthew>>"The advocacy of women's rights ON THE BASIS of the equality between the sexes." ~Does that not mean that feminism uses the claim of equality to advocate for women only? Does it not mean that at its base, feminism is meant to only look at women and no more?<</s>> He was misguided, sure, but the question remained there... <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post1-2.jpg">> Another picture, accompanied by even more talk: <<s Matthew>>"Stop the WAR on women" ~Does this claim not mitigate and discredit the effects of real war on people's rights? Does it not devalue the true meaning of war? Why does feminism make such big bold claims that put them at odds with other communities?<</s>> This statement was true, however what the "star athlete" failed to notice was that there were many different kinds of feminism. These women were extremists, and not true representations of what feminism is... Right? <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post1-3.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>It is because of women like her that COVID reached such a wide group of people, using these "rights" that you call for in order to force her own view onto other people, her disease.<</s>> He was kind of right in what he was claiming, there was something deeply unsettling about seeing these words tied to a message so wrong. These women had been using feminism in a wrong way, and especially this one who made false claims like that... <div id='choices'><<link "He's right. The feminism movement is misused.">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Whether I liked it or not, I had to admit that the man had a point. His claims were about extremists in the feminism movement, but then again, they are still part of the movement, and they still fight our fight. The definition itself was flawed. ON THE BASIS? Why not "in service of"? The feminist movement was obviously being misused, and it was having an impact on everyone's lives... <<link "Go on with my day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He's wrong. Extremists are not part of the movement at all.">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite his words, his arguments, I knew the truth. These women were not a true representation of what it means to be a feminist. They are a deep example of humans who went to their own extremes, unrepresentative of the movement. Feminism, at its core, was about true equality, and because women have been at a disadvantage for so long, it's called after them, to aid them in their struggle to find equal footing. <<link "Go on with my day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-1.jpg">> Ok already with the first one I saw the strategy the man was following. It was going to be memes this time. and what better way to make a point than by using humor to drive it across? <<s Matthew>>Don't you agree that the feminist movement is separated into two very opposing factions? On the one end, there are those that call to give you the freedom to wear whatever you want, no matter how slutty... Free the tits and all. And on the other end, you have those who call for freedom to dress as prudishly as you want, preferring masculine clothing and this more agressive demeanor... Which side is feminism truly on? Slutty clothing that go against human's natural urges to look? Or concealment?<</s>> That was entirely erronous on his part. It's about freedom to dress however you like, regardless of what people think or say... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-2.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>At the basis of it, the way people look at you is not based on what you're wearing, but rather on how you look. We like sexy women because they are sexy, not because they are dressed provocatively. And yet you women mostly hate on them exactly because they are sexy. Because they catch our eye and you probably don't.<</s>> Was it true? There's a lot of talk about the jealous woman, but was that something that was so common, and was that really the cause of it? Bodies and their differences create a difference in people's perception? It is nice to know that one's workout is paying off after all... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-3.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>The free the tits movement you've created at our school was just as bad as any other thing that movement you call feminism has created. If you hated the fact that the professor were objectifying you and were pushing you towards a particular way of thinking, then why did you create more opportunities for that to happen? How did that logic track for you as organizers?<</s>> His approach and thought about our protest was infuriating. What kind of false claim is that, that we fought objectification with objectification? Did we? How could a swimmer, who also puts his body on display, even attempt to call us out on that?? While that was all he had sent, the page he sent these pics from had a link to more memes of a more XXX nature. The man was trying to prove a point, and I had completed his challenge for the day... But curiosity might have killed the cat. <div id='choices'><<link "Check out the link">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-4.jpg">> The first post was enough to make me understand exactly what kind of space this was, and was the only meme I needed to see. The imagery... The facial... The art style... Something about it was extremely wrong, but also extremely compelling... And I felt myself getting hot at the idea of the dichotomy of women... Be a housewife or be a slut... <div id='choices2'><<link "I'm feeling really hot...">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<less "dynamics" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices2">>Looking at this duality, at this contrasting imagery, and thinking of the repercussions of it, the degradation behind either option... I knew deep down that it didn't have to be one or the other... But I was feeling hot seeing this meme. And my fingers drifted down, rubbing myself through my clothing as I looked at picture after picture of degrading positions for women, sluts for a big cock that puts them in place... And I loved it. I hate that I loved it. <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm calling it for now" "Management">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-1.mp4">> Today's posts were a bit different it seemed. After preparing me for it, he started bringing out the big guns in what he shared. The first post was left without a comment, itself saying everything it needed to, claiming that empowerment came with a nice hairtie. We were responsible for men's arousal by keeping our hair long, I guess... <<link "The next video wasn't as kind.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-2.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>I'll give you that, you are indeed an EMPOWERED person, facing men that want to put you down and giving them a piece of your mind. But the best way to shut us up is by keeping us on our toes, guessing, distabilizing us.<</s>> WHAT THE FUCK? That's how he wants me to destabilize him, the prick. By chocking on his cock? //What about Angela?// But then again, that for sure would put him on the defensive. What was going on? And then I understood it all... He was using the exact strategy he wants me to, trying to destabilize me by using sex in his arguments. <<link "I would not fall for it.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-3.mp4">> The man was crazy. What kind of dumb tip did that picture claim? <<s Matthew>>You might have noticed how I sometimes look at you arguing with me and lose my concentration.<</s>> I did notice that, but I always attributed it to his vapidness. <<s Matthew>>In these times where I see you talking and moving these lips of yours to make the dumbest arguments, I only imagine them wrapped around my cock alongside your friends. And I do believe that in your feminism, you need to fight alongside your friends to slay down the beasts that rise to face you.<</s>> What the fuck was wrong with this guy?? If that was his definition of sisterhood, then he is way beyond mistaken. He is so wrong for it. <<s Matthew>>That's it for today.<</s>> And indeed, that was all he sent. And then I noticed something. A link tied to the pictures. Something that he didn't mention. Beyond that, these pictures told of tip numbers, and I felt some were skipped, not to help him make his point. Curiosity could kill a cat, but satisfaction would bring it back, right? <<link "Wrong. I'm stopping this now." "Management">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><</link>> <<link "Right. I need to see his stupid sources. It's the smart thing to do... Right?">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-4.mp4">> No wonder he wouldn't send more of these pictures. It was simply porn. I mean sure, what he had sent was already porn, but this was something else. It was full on penetration, claiming itself to be tips for empowerment. I mean, the woman in the video was surely doing everything in her power to stop the man from talking. It isn't harrasment if she is a willing participant. And if she is willing, then maybe she'd find something satisfactory about the experience? Was I giving them excuses? <<link "There's more">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<less "dynamics" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-5.mp4">> That just said nothing. Her body her choice, and she chose to get absolutely railed on a bathroom floor, him grabbing her arms as handles as he fucked her hard and deep... I should be looking at this as porn in this morning, and I definitely shouldn't be getting turned on by it, right? I should probably stop. //But part of me couldn't help but imagine <<light Angela>> in her place...// What was happening to me? Why did I keep getting drawn to these kind of pictures, this kind of content? Whether I liked it or not, the man's actions were having an effect on me, and it felt somewhat detrimental. <<link "I should probably stop." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I've seen enough" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-3.mp4">> Alright this was getting out of hand. The man was sending things that were beyond porn to me, all for a challenge. What was the challenge again exactly? What were the terms? Why did I have to go through with all this? <<s Matthew>>Bear with these graphic images. I've spared you from much worse. But unlearning feminism and understanding that it has hurt you more than helped you is essential for our challenge's conclusion. This is you.<</s>> This wasn't me. <<s Matthew>>This is you coming to realizations that will change how you see that plight you call feminism.<</s>> It's not a plight. It's not a problem. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-2.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>This is you understanding that your whole life has been a farce, a multitude of falsities that have brought you to this point.<</s>> He... He can't have known about the letter's impact. <<s Matthew>>Unlearning, reprogamming you. Your challenge is to challenge these beliefs you've long held true, falsely, about yourself, about that fake movement you call feminism, about what it means to be a woman.<</s>> He... <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-4.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>Women are women, and they should rejoice in it. You are too. You are weak, and that is fine. Live with it, embrace it. Feminism will fail because of you if you don't see its true lights, its true intentions.<</s>> That misogynist was on track to become prom king at our school, and his girlfriend, the head cheerleader, and docile and doting character that she is, was my biggest rival... He was getting under my skin. The imagery he was sending was getting under my skin. And I noticed it's the same as last week. He was looking to destabilize me. <div id='choices'><<link "And despite me, it was working for him.">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite what I thought and the fight I was trying to put out, the man was truly getting to me. The imagery, his words accompanying them, and the fact that indeed, my whole life went down in shambles only months ago simply because everything I was doing led nowhere... I was losing this war, one battle after the other. And not only with this guy, with everyone. But especially with this arrogant piece of shit, swim team captain. I was in a worse state than these women, I envied them. At least they had the option to get pleasure out of all of this, right? I felt I didn't. This whole thing was getting quite uncanny. I was wounded, and he pressed exactly where it hurt. And where it was turning me on. That odd, unwanted duality was tapping on my nerves, leaving me hot and heavy at the same time. <<link "Move on with my day, trying to keep my head high." "Management">><</link>> <<link "On a second thought, he mentioned something about sparing me of worse images, and they seemed to share a source link...">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-1.mp4">> The imagery I received mirrored the way I was feeling about this whole challenge. That was exactly how it felt, except the actual physical aspect the pictures depicted. I was being pissed on daily by a man that didn't even glance my direction before, simply for the fact that I called myself a feminist. And I was doubting even that was true anymore, the way it has made me feel recently. Is that was it takes to unlearn feminism? Piss in the face? I could taste that sourness in my mouth, but was that the feeling that I was meant to be having for the forseeable future, for the upcoming days of this challenge? Would that be my fate? <<link "Move on with my day feeling sour" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Watersports content">> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "And I was smarter than to let it get to me.">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//And I was smarter than to let it get to me.// I chuckled at the realization of the games he was trying to play, and knew that using these extreme measures showed of the desperation he was reaching. If he was doing all this just to get to me, then maybe he had something to lose from it as well. He was probably weak, and trying to project that weakness onto me. Onto feminism. I smiled to myself. Desperation was not a good look on him. <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "And I was smarter than to let it get to me." "Not smart enough">><</if>></div>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-2.mp4">> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-1.mp4">> The gloves were off and the man was continuing his dirty fight, low blow after low blow. //Literally// I thought to myself. Blowjob after blowjob linked to words that just called out flat what he expected me to do. I noticed, maybe a bit too late, that he never bothered to join these pictures and videos with words of his own. Had he given up or was he certain that his monologue was now internalized, accompanying me looking at these pictures without him having to say the words? <<link "I feel I can hear him...">><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-3.mp4">> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-4.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>This is you. An object. A toy made for men's pleasure.<</s>> He wasn't there, he wrote nothing, but the monologue was starting to get internalized. <<s Matthew>>A toy, ready to be used and discarded, a reformed and reprogrammed feminist. That's where you belong, on your knees and on display.<</s>> I was feeling a warmth rise through me. This butterflies in the stomach feeling one gets when they fall in love, turning into one that I'm getting falling deeper into that hole of depravity. <<s Matthew>>On your knees for your betters, for your masters. On your knees for men stronger and better than you.<</s>> I fell down to my knees, a toy that was listening to her master's commands. Master? He wasn't my master! //Not yet at least...// His monologue was in me, changing my own thoughts. I could feel I was in danger if I kept going down that road... <<link "Move on with my day despite the warmth" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let's just get this over with">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-3.mp4">> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-4.mp4">> I looked at the next videos with no emotion, just wanting to get through this without having to argue for too long. Our challenge was close to its conclusion, and I'd see it through one way or the other. The man was desperate, I knew I wasn't. I was on the right side. <<link "Move on with my day." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post7-1.mp4">> Another day, another bunch of content. And D-Day was fast approaching. At least I was keeping up wih that challenge of his. Thought the ends of it was slowly starting to make itself clear to me. <<s Matthew>>That's the end goal to all of this now isn't it. That's the end of that challenge. That's the point we are reaching. And that's where you come in.<</s>> The words were quickly getting to me once more, trying to make their way to my mind, get under my skin. <<s Matthew>>Eventually, all of you women will come to the realization that your innate jealousy and competitiveness is what will spell the end doom of your movements and hopes and dreams. You will fail.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post7-2.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>But you don't have to be the only one that falls. Through this challenge, you'll bring along the doom of your movement. You'll reveal the HRC's true colors and will show everyone what you're truly made of. What feminism truly is.<</s>> The posts were a lot. They were all out there. And they were triggering. <<link "But I would stand strong.">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Despite all he was doing, the words he was using, the graphic imagery he was resorting to, I'd find my way through and out of this. He was not going to succeed, and I knew he's already failed long ago. I only had to wait one day to prove it to him. Put HIM in his place. <<link "Continue wih my day." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "And he was probably right.">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post7-3.mp4">> It was a long path into depravity, and things were definitely leading that general direction. And I was following that path quite willingly. I was falling down deeper and deeper into that hole, and I had no idea where it led. Alice in Wonderland. <<link "Try to continue my day." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'>The moment of truth was upon us. The challenge had come to a head, and we'd see what exactly the man's ends were from all of this stuff that he showed me. I had already made my mind about how I'd take this, but then again we never know until we reach our conclusion, do we? <<link "The final showdown.">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Matthew>>The arrogant challenger<</pic>> We gathered once more in the room where we had countless times before. Back then, we'd work on projects to fight for people's rights and give them the chance for a better future. Now, we were about to discover the fate of the HRC, and with it, mine. <<s Matthew>>She comes at last!<</s>> His arrogance knew no bounds, but then again that was maybe part of his appeal? <<s Matthew>>Ready to put all of this to an end?<</s>> The man asked. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of words. I nodded. <<s Jasmin>>So what is that challenge about, what are we to witness?<</s>> My friend, <<light Jasmin>>, interjected. She had the dream of this club helping change lives, and it has, marginally, so far. Through my influence, I was able to help guide her and the club in a particuar direction, which brought me face to face with that man here. An encounter that I wasn't entirely looking forward to, but had to. <<s Matthew>>We're about to find out if <<print $name>>'s opinion on Feminism and its impact on society has changed in the past week thanks to the challenge. She'll be put to the test.<</s>> He explained. <<s Jasmin>>What exactly are the stakes?<</s>> I could feel the worry in her voice, and I looked on as <<light Matthew>> explained to her exactly those. <<s Matthew>>She folds, the whole HRC does. I take over, and she finds her place at my knees, where she belongs. It'll be the end of all her aspirations, and the beginning of a new life for her.<</s>> I felt a shiver run down my spine at that statement. <<s Matthew>>She stands tall and defends feminism after all she's discovered, and you'll have all the support you need on our end to keep the club moving forward, to keep this as the direction it is headed in.<</s>> As he spoke, a few of the men that had recently joined the club stood behind him. <<s Matthew>>Then again, you don't need to take the challenge as a whole HRC, <<print $name>> can fight for her own personal dignity only instead of for the whole club. It'll be beautiful seeing her fall for it, and all of you witnessing it happen.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was thoughtful at the terms placed in front of her, as was I. And then I remembered the things that he shared with me. The final posts he sent me. The true intentions behind the challenge he is currently expanding to the whole of the HRC. He intends to turn us all to his side, and wants to use me as a tool, a means to an end. If I am to convince her to join my side, to have the HRC be part of this, I'd either be entirely convinced I had that in the bag, or I'd be convinced I was going to lose and found great joy in betraying their trust. I could lose my dignity either way, but by stringing them along, I'd have them lose theirs too. The only question was whether or not <<light Jasmin>> would take on this larger challenge. And she looked at me for an answer. Would I <<link "have her accept">><<replace "#continue">>When her eyes caught mine, I simply nodded my head to let her know that I was fine with the upcoming challenge. Her thinking didn't take too long thereafter to come up with a decision regarding the challenge. <<s Jasmin>>You're on. <<print $name>> has this in the bag.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> smiled wide at this statement. <<s Matthew>>I'm sure she does.<</s>> He said, turning his attention firmly towards me. <<s Matthew>>I've spent the whole of this past week sending you stuff to show you where women truly stood when it comes to feminism and the progress they envision for themselves. I showed you where you are, and where you're supposed to be.<</s>> For once, it wasn't words on a screen that I was reading that masked his voice. It was his own voice, powerful and well projected, making a show out of this whole thing. And wanting me to participate in that show. <<s Matthew>>You know what I expect of you, you know where this entire charade has brought us along. And you know where you want to be. So I tell you now, do it. With you own hands, strike yourself down.<</s>> The man was confident he had it all figured out. And I thought to myself he probably would have had he resorted to some sort of hypno throughout this week. Yet I didn't kneel immediately. No, if you want that complete and absolute control over someone, you wouldn't resort to dirty mind tricks, altering their subconscious. If you want someone to follow your commands, you need to convince them that it's their destiny to follow down that road. You need to slowly and methodologically break their defences. And he believed that in this week, he did that with me. He believed that I'd also bring my friends along, debase them alongside me, asking them to join the challenge... <div id='choices'><<if $femchallenge gte 5>><<link "Kneel for my master">><<replace "#choices">>My knees caught the ground before my mind comprehended entirely what I was doing. I was feeling weak in the face of such a strong masculine aura I just had to kneel, show my subservience. His smile told me that was exactly what he wanted from me. <<s Matthew>>Looks like I won't need to coax it from you for much longer.<</s>> The man said. <<s Author>>I just know my place.<</s>> The gasp I heard from the rest of the students there, some reaizing the whole ploy related to having all of the HRC gambit their place for that man's masculinity and my challenge, was an intense moment that sent beautiful shivers down my spine. Traitor to my race, and willingly debasing myself... All because I was a woman. It was kink, but it was starting to have lasting effects on my life. I could see it in everyone's eyes. Gone was the strong <<print $name>> that stood up for women's rights, that fought for what was right, that argued in favor of her fellow woman. He had effectively and categorically dismantled that former fake strong image, and all that was left was a puppet, a toy to be used by him to control not only me, but my friends and other women by proxy. <<s Matthew>>What are you?<</s>> <<s Author>>A woman.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And what does that mean?<</s>> He asked, not having to wait long for my answer. <<s Author>>It means I am inferior to men, all men, by my simple nature.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And are you saying this because you have to? Because you're brainwashed or blackmailed or anything?<</s>> The man asked. It was to be a willing, complete debasement. <<s Author>>No. Not at all. I am saying it all of my own free will. I am lesser because I am a woman, and the one true place for me and people like me in at the service for the better gender, men.<</s>> It is with every word that I said that I felt myself fall deeper and deeper into that sandpit, a hole that I was joyously digging for myself, a warmth that I was embracing deeply as I went further and further down that core. <<s Matthew>>I could have targeted anyone with my education.<</s>> Education, he says. <<s Matthew>>Yet I chose you, the beautiful <<print $name>> that continued fighting for women's rights and using the HRC for her fights, to show you the true light. I used you to show your fellow women that even the mighty will fall and understand their place at our feet. The mightier the woman is faking out to be, the bigger the fall.<</s>> And falling never felt so beautiful. It felt like surrendering to a sweet embrace, like alowing myself to fall into the arms of a better human, giving away my free will so it can become theirs. I revelled in it. And so when the collar came out, I found no hesitation in presenting my neck to my newfound master. I'd be baptised as his pet, as all women should be for their men, in front of a room full of women. Women who were watching on in rapt attention, and taking in everything that was happening. We were losing in real time, and none of them stood up for me. That's what feminism brings you. Such a sham. <<s Matthew>>Take off that shirt. And put this on.<</s>> The man gave me the means of my own debasement. He ahnded me the collar as I removed my shirt. If I was to follow down that path, I'd bring myself down it willingly. There was nothing left to lose, and all to gain. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-collared1.mp4">> My hands raised the collar to my neck, and I heard that beautiful "click" that sealed my fate. From today on, that man that I truly talked to once a week ago in opposition was to be my master. <<if $bra.has("nothing")>>A friend of his, watching me alongside my new master, handed him a leash, which he brought out to my neck. <<s Matthew>>Good feminists don't wear bras, good job.<</s>> He commented while looking at my perky nipples standing to attention. I was excited and people were noticing it. If only they'd pass their hands through my leg they'd find ultimate proof of that. <<else>><<s Matthew>>Seems like you're a bad feminist even.<</s>> The man said, looking just a bit lower at the bra I wore, his hand finding a chain. <<s Matthew>>What is this doing on your body? As a feminist you should have your tits on display, no?<</s>> I smiled at the twisting of our logic to his advantage, and nodded. I understood what was expected of me, as he clipped the leach onto my neck and I looked up at him, hands behind me fumbling to remove the bra I wore. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-collared2.mp4">><</if>> <<s Matthew>>Follow me.<</s>> My master spoke, and I willingly followed in his footsteps, the leash leading me wherever he wanted it, and it seemed that was a nearby room, away from my "sisterhood". <<s Matthew>>The rest of you can stay here and listen to what happens inside, listen to the true nature of your feminism, and the true position where you belong.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-collared3.mp4">> And with that statement, my master led me into that other room, a half-nude woman-slave ready to serve him... And all his friends. <<link "A blowbang" "Feminism 3 Bad End">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kneel for my master" "He is not my master.">><</if>><<dark "*" "This will lead to a bad ending to the entire game. You'll be able to come back here to repeat the choice.">> <<link "...">><<replace "#choices">>I had no words, nothing smart to say. I stood there, not willing to go down his chosen path so willingly. I was still free after all... <<if $subdom lt 10>><<set $femchallenge to 10>>Yet the man was a dominant one, and the stare he gave me was enough to make even the most courageous of people cower. <<s Matthew>>I know that you're supposed to be showing some sort of defiance in front of all of your friends. I know you know what you're supposed to do, but the repercussions of it are hard. I know it's hard.<</s>> His voice was reassuring, yet something behind the tone he took betrayed the intensity of the moment, the heat he wanted me to feel, the true gravity of the choice ahead, if it even was mine. <<s Matthew>>Yet you decided to string your friends and the whole of the HRC along, you decided that path a long itme ago, when you first took on the challenge. You knew where things would lead, yet you willingly went down that road. And now you pay the price.<</s>> The shiver that went down my spine was intense. I wasn't always so compliant, yet in recent months things have been changing for me as I had started to accept more and more the kind of character I was. I might have wanted to fight other people at times, yet in the truly intense moments, ones where the truthness of my character comes out, I'd often weaken... <<s Matthew>>So very simply, <<print $name>>, <</s>>He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder, <<s Matthew>>how about you kneel down to your betters and show these ladies here the true meaning of being a woman?<</s>> His hand pressed down, finding no opposition as I slowly drifted down to my knees, accepting that lowered position, accepting that the man had power over me, that my place as a woman was on my knees. <<s Matthew>>Feminism is a plight.<</s>> He had ignored me now, kneeling at his feet as he addressed the rest of the women gathered there. <<s Matthew>>It is a lie perpetuated by weak women who try to hide from their true selves, their inner shame blinding them to the reality that it's okay to be weaker, to be less-than.<</s>> His speech, brought along further by the fact that he had a proud woman now at his feet, waiting for his command, was probably being received by eager ears. Yet I wouldn't know the impact it would be having as my eyes could only glean the top of his shoes, head brought down in shame. <<s Matthew>>Follow the lead of your fellow HRC member, and go down that true path of obedience.<</s>> He said. <<s Matthew>>I do not care to take over the HRC, but I hope you understand that if you continue down that path with your false feminism and you continue to make these wrong speeches and preach that false message, there will come a time where I will come back and put you in your place. All of you.<</s>> The threat was a heavy one, as his hand found the top of my head, resting on my head. <<s Matthew>>Come. I want to make true on my threat.<</s>> He said, taking me to another room for what he had in mind. <<link "A subservient blowjob" "Feminism 3 BJ">><<less "dynamics" 1>><</link>> <<else>><<set $femchallenge to -10>>And the weaknesses the man had were starting to show, in his expectant look and his hopeful breaths. He was at a disadvantage, and I could see it in his eyes. These past couple of months have had their effect on my character, instilling me with growing confidence and bringing me to the conclusion that I wouldn't get anything in this world unless I fought for it. And I'd fight for this. <<s Author>>I appreciate the effort you've put in for the past week, trying to show me things that I wouldn't think to notice had you not shared them.<</s>> I said to the man, taking an initial diplomatic route to destabilize him. He didn't seem to falter in his intensity, and so I saw that I needed to say things as they are. <<s Author>>And while there are things that you shared that do ring true and make sense in the grand scheme of things, mainly about the movement being all out of shape, there is also a lot of faltitude in the things you are claiming. A slippery slope that I am not willing to follow and go down on.<</s>> His intensity and confidence wavered, and I pushed. <<s Author>>There is no doubt that you do believe that which you preach, but I also know that deep down it's nothing but the speeches of a man afraid to confront his own true nature.<</s>> I said with intensity, my eyes boring into his as he failed to keep up with the stare. <<s Author>>Feminism is about giving freedom to all of us to do what we need to do and to find ourselves in a society that welcomes us openly.<</s>> I said clearly. <<s Author>>So I would not kneel. I would never kneel to a man like you, weak and needy. I'd have you kneel for me. I'd have you serve me long before an alternate version of myself ever served you.<</s>> I said with intensity and vigor, receiving cheers from my friends and nods of acceptance from his. I'd defeated him, not only saving the HRC but also myself. And I could see the growing weakness in his eyes... //Maybe I could get him to kneel for me when all are gone? It'd be nice to see this mighty man fall in front of me...// <<link "Move along" "HRC">><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Let him stay behind" "Feminism 3 Dominant">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him stay behind" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Choosing this option will base the outcome on your subdom stat. Game moves on after that.">> <<if $femchallenge lte -3>><<link "But he's entirely mistaken">><<set $femchallenge to -10>><<replace "#choices">>Unfortunately for him, he didn't know he was entirely in the wrong here, and he didn't know that he had picked the worst person to issue that challenge to. <<s Author>>I know exactly where you're at and where you think things are headed.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>But I also know the truth, the thing that you pointed out without knowing that you did. The true issue at hand, that puts you at odds with us and that makes you such an antagonist of the cause.<</s>> His confident demeanor was starting to break. I could see the weakness slowly seeping through him. Weakness that he had tried projecting onto me. <<s Author>>Feminism around the world is being protested, fought against, because extremists have taken the movement to their own sides without any care about the impact of their actions on everyone involved.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But that also means that we have the obligation to share the true light of feminism, to talk about the real issues that we are standing up for, to redefine its actions and make sure that the movement is not sidetracked by such individuals.<</s>> The man was not expecting this twisting of what he was saying. <<s Author>>True sisterhood comes not from excluding these women who want the movement to save their own lives from their own problems, but it comes from accepting them and teaching them the true meaning of feminism, of equality between the genders.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>What about us?<</s>> He asked, legitimately curious. <<s Author>>Even now, despite everything you've sent me, I do not care to make you kneel, push you down so I can get up higher on the echelons of society. That is not my intention or my goal. Feminism thrives when men like you, men who have hatred within them, are welcomed and understood, given the space to accept things as they are and help work towards a better future for yourself and others.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Because the thing that hurts men most is not women who want equality, it's other men that force them into these positions of power regardless of their own personal aspirations. It's men perpetuating that toxic environment that forces them into fake representations of masculinity to build a world that favors the most destructive among them.<</s>> I finished my speech, his confidence now transformed into mine, as he actively listened to what I had to say. As everyone did. There were cheers, yes, and people were happy with the outcome, clapping, even a few of his friends nodding along and applauding my speech themselves. A true success. But the bigger success was seeing that man's false outlook on life and relationship fall apart, his eyes reflecting these intense inner thoughts as he noticed that he was fighting for something without truly knowing what it was, and against something that he had turned into a monster into his own head. We were getting places in that society, and who knows what this man would grow up to find out he liked after this particularly illuminating encounter... And as I looked at that weakness, as I looked at this man who mistakenly thought he'd get the best of me, a part of me thought that I could potentially start him even lower, break him down even more and bring him to reconstruct himself even truer to a more feminine world... <<link "Move along" "HRC">><<set $femchallenge to -10>><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Let him stay behind" "Feminism 3 Dominant">><<add "dynamics" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him stay behind" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "But he's entirely mistaken" "Is he though?">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>>, and risk the whole of the HRC, to win or lose? Or would I convince her to <<link "deny the challenge">><<replace "#continue">>When her eyes caught mine, I simply shook my head no to her. Whether I was unsure I was up for it or whether I did not want to raise the stakes in any way was not the question, the question was whether or not they'd follow my lead. And I didn't want that. <<s Jasmin>>That silly challenge has taken long enough to unravel. Just get this over with. The HRC is not in.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> frustratingly tried to hide his disappointment at the statement, giving me a sideways stare as if to let me know he was disappointed with me. He recomposed himself, then turned completely to face me. <<s Matthew>>I've spent the whole of this past week sending you stuff to show you where women truly stood when it comes to feminism and the progress they envision for themselves. I showed you where you are, and where you're supposed to be.<</s>> For once, it wasn't words on a screen that I was reading that masked his voice. It was his own voice, powerful and well projected, making a show out of this whole thing. And wanting me to participate in that show. <<s Matthew>>You know what I expect of you, you know where this entire charade has brought us along. And you know where you want to be. So I tell you now, do it. With your own hands, strike yourself down.<</s>> The man was confident he had it all figured out. And I thought to myself he probably would have had he resorted to some sort of hypno throughout this week. Yet I didn't kneel immediately. No, if you want that complete and absolute control over someone, you wouldn't resort to dirty mind tricks, altering their subconscious. If you want someone to follow your commands, you need to convince them that it's their destiny to follow down that road. You need to slowly and methodologically break their defences. And he believed that in this week, he did that with me. He believed that I'd also bring my friends along, debase them alongside me, asking them to join the challenge... Which I hadn't done. <div id='choices'><<if $femchallenge gte 5 or $subdom lte -20>><<link "Kneel for him.">><<replace "#choices">>My knees caught the ground before my mind comprehended entirely what I was doing. I was feeling weak in the face of such a strong masculine aura I just had to kneel, show my subservience. His smile told me that was exactly what he wanted from me. <<s Matthew>>Looks like I won't need to coax it from you for much longer.<</s>> The man said. <<s Author>>I just know my place.<</s>> I knew what he wanted to hear from me. The gasp I heard from the rest of the students there, realizing the fall of their friend to such lows, was an intense moment that sent beautiful shivers down my spine. Traitor to my race, and willingly debasing myself... All because I was a woman. It was kink, but it was starting to have lasting effects on my life. I could see it in everyone's eyes. Gone was the strong <<print $name>> that stood up for women's rights, that fought for what was right, that argued in favor of her fellow woman. He had effectively and categorically dismantled that former fake strong image, and all that was left was a puppet, a toy to be used by him. <<s Matthew>>What are you?<</s>> <<s Author>>A woman.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And what does that mean?<</s>> He asked, not having to wait long for my answer. <<s Author>>It means I am inferior to men, all men, by my simple nature.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And are you saying this because you have to? Because you're brainwashed or blackmailed or anything?<</s>> The man asked. It was to be a willing, complete debasement. <<s Author>>No. Not at all. I am saying it all of my own free will. I am lesser because I am a woman, and the one true place for me and people like me in at the service for the better gender, men.<</s>> It is with every word that I said that I felt myself fall deeper and deeper into that sandpit, a hole that I was joyously digging for myself, a warmth that I was embracing deeply as I went further and further down that core. <<s Matthew>>I could have targeted anyone with my education.<</s>> Education, he says. <<s Matthew>>Yet I chose you, the beautiful <<print $name>> that continued fighting for women's rights and using the HRC for her fights, to show you the true light. I used you to show your fellow women that even the mighty will fall and understand their place at our feet. The mightier the woman is faking out to be, the bigger the fall.<</s>> And falling never felt so beautiful. It felt like surrendering to a sweet embrace, like allowing myself to fall into the arms of a better human, giving away my free will so it can become theirs. I revelled in it. <<s Matthew>>Feminism is a plight.<</s>> He had ignored me now, kneeling at his feet as he addressed the rest of the women gathered there. <<s Matthew>>It is a lie perpetuated by weak women who try to hide from their true selves, their inner shame blinding them to the reality that it's okay to be weaker, to be less-than.<</s>> His speech, brought along further by the fact that he had a proud woman now at his feet, waiting for his command, was probably being received by eager ears. Yet I wouldn't know the impact it would be having as my eyes could only glean the top of his shoes, head brought down in shame. <<s Matthew>>Follow the elad of your fellow HRC member, and go down that true path of obedience.<</s>> He said. <<s Matthew>>I do not care to take over the HRC, but I hope you understand that if you continue down that path with your false feminism and you continue to make these wrong speeches and preach that false message, there will come a time where I will come back and put you in your place. All of you.<</s>> The threat was a heavy one, as his hand found the top of my head, resting on my head. <<s Matthew>>Come. I want to make true on my threat.<</s>> He said, taking me to another room for what he had in mind. <<link "A subservient blowjob" "Feminism 3 BJ">><<less "dynamics" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Put him in his place">><<set $femchallenge to -10>><<replace "#choices">>Unfortunately for him, he didn't know he was entirely in the wrong here, and he didn't know that he had picked the worst person to issue that challenge to. <<s Author>>I know exactly where you're at and where you think things are headed.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>But I also know the truth, the thing that you pointed out without knowing that you did. The true issue at hand, that puts you at odds with us and that makes you such an antagonist of the cause.<</s>> His confident demeanor was starting to break. I could see the weakness slowly seeping through him. Weakness that he had tried projecting onto me. <<s Author>>Feminism around the world is being protested, fought against, because extremists have taken the movement to their own sides without any care about the impact of their actions on everyone involved.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But that also means that we have the obligation to share the true light of feminism, to talk about the real issues that we are standing up for, to redefine its actions and make sure that the movement is not sidetracked by such individuals.<</s>> The man was not expecting this twisting of what he was saying. <<s Author>>True sisterhood comes not from excluding these women who want the movement to save their own lives from their own problems, but it comes from accepting them and teaching them the true meaning of feminism, of equality between the genders.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>What about us?<</s>> He asked, legitimately curious. <<s Author>>Even now, despite everything you've sent me, I do not care to make you kneel, push you down so I can get up higher on the echelons of society. That is not my intention or my goal. Feminism thrives when men like you, men who have hatred within them, are welcomed and understood, given the space to accept things as they are and help work towards a better future for yourself and others.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Because the thing that hurts men most is not women who want equality, it's other men that force them into these positions of power regardless of their own personal aspirations. It's men perpetuating that toxic environment that forces them into fake representations of masculinity to build a world that favors the most destructive among them.<</s>> I finished my speech, his confidence now transformed into mine, as he actively listened to what I had to say. As everyone did. I'd defeated him, saving myself from a bad fate. And I could see the growing weakness in his eyes, with the questions he asked and the way he hesitated to face me entirely... //Maybe I could get him to kneel for me when all are gone? It'd be nice to see this once mighty man fall in front of me...// <<link "Move along" "HRC">><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Let him stay behind" "Feminism 3 Dominant">><<add "dynamics" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him stay behind" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> and leave me to my own fate, not hurting more people? <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion1.jpg">> Waves of cock surrounded me, their intention clear, and my position on my knees in front of them clearer. They demanded my attention, threateningly large and menacingly attractive around me. No matter what I thought, I was a woman, and I was made to serve. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion2.jpg">> When my master brought my face up to his cock, I barely opened my mouth at the last second to allow me a taste of his cock. <<s Matthew>>Yes, suck it you whore.<</s>> Gone was the methodological dismantling of my femininity and of my activism. He had won and was now collecting the spoils of war alongside his friends. I moaned. <<s Matthew>>You're not supposed to find pleasure out of this. A blowjob is all about our pleasure.<</s>> He said with a slap across my face, shaking me to my core. <<s Matthew>>You have two hands. Use them.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion3.jpg">> My master was merciful, his hands going down to explore my tits as my hands went up to hold onto two of his friends' cocks. <<s stranger>>What a fucking slut.<</s>> They had forced me into that position, and yet that was what I was in that moment, a slut that played with their cocks simply because I was a woman. <<s Matthew>>These cocks will not suck themselves, bitch.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion4.jpg">> The verbal abuse might've been a deterrent to most, but look at it from my side: I'd tried standing up to the patriarchy, and it was now sharing me like a toy between its strong arms, controlling my body how it wanted as I struggled to service it to the best of my ability. And I had nothing else to do except succumb to my fate. I needed to show them I am compliant, and maybe then I'd find satisfaction in my actions, and that what I did, moaning as I sucked to show them that there was no greater pleasure than servicing their beautiful totems of masculinity. <<s Matthew>>Can't believe you didn't realize this was your place before, you're moaning like a bitch in heat.<</s>> It seemed like my actions were having their desired effects on people, some of the men gathered there cumming prematurely all over my whore face and mouth. These were not real men, weaklings that were just lucky to be there, that were stroking themselves waiting for their turn. And yet, they were still superior to me, a woman. I'd found my place on my knees in front of all men, regardless of their social hierarchy. But the manlier the character, the more dominant the attitude... <<s Matthew>>Give her to me.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion5.jpg">> Wanting to show the rest of the men there who truly owned me, the aggressive man held the back of my head, pulling at my hair, and brought me backwards, sliding his cock into my mouth and forcing me to choke on it. I'd serve him till I pass out if I had to, as after all there was something to prove not only to me or to him, but to everyone in that room. I'd serve him whether conscious or unconscious. And the flirting with that state of awareness began with each prolongued in and short out, his masterful manipulation of my body bringing me shivers down my spine. From the corners of my eyes, I could see a few of the men stroking their cocks as they witnessed that public debaushery, and I knew that we were ushering fast orgasms, a shower of masculinity that I'd willingly bathe in. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion6.jpg">> Their whore knelt in front of them completely debased, broken down and apart, unafraid to show weakness. I've been defeated through and through. And only then, my mind went to my other goals. My former aspirations as a free woman (as if those ever existed). With the whole blowbang, and everyone finding out of my absolute shameful performance, and the dismantling of the HRC and it turning into an orgy of men controlling women, and me helping them do that... I'd say goodbye, sayonara, adieu, to my hopes of ever... <center><h2>Becoming Prom Queen</h2></center> <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion7.jpg" "Bad End - The feminist Whore">> <center><<link "Go back" "HRC Fem3 Challenge Outcome">><</link>></center>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-hj.mp4">> A pole of masculinity stood strong in front of me, demanding attention and care, both of which I was giving away freely, and enthusiastically, taken by the magnificent girth and size. The swim team captain, boyfriend of the head cheerleader, was using me for pleasure. <<s Matthew>>That's it, bitch. That's it.<</s>> As the man watched me servicing his impressive member, the words of encouragement were giving me renewed courage to keep giving him the pleasure he deserved, eager to please this dominant man. <<s Matthew>>It's lovely to see you know your place at my feet, but it's even better to see you at my service like that.<</s>> He said smugly, enjoying the activity I was doing. <<s Matthew>>Angela will be thrilled to know that this whole thing worked out.<</s>> Him mentioning her was a jolt through my spine, but I couldn't grow weak now... I smiled up at him, and decided to tease him. <<s Author>>Take a picture, it'll last longer.<</s>> I said, part of me hoping he'd <<link "take me up on my offer.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-filmed.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>A picture of you next to my cock does look nice.<</s>> He complimented my idea when all was said and done, and I could only imagine the sight I had showed him as I held the phone up for him to enjoy. The debasement of the moment was not lost on me, as I knelt in front of him in that subservient stature, taking his big cock and playing with it, hitting it against my face, basically doing everything to show him who was boss. To show myself that fact. <<s Matthew>>You've never looked prettier.<</s>> The man said, his compliment laced with humiliating words, meant to bring me down just as much as it was supposed to bring me up, meant to fuck up with my own internal logic. I'd never look better than on my knees servicing a man's cock... The guy knew how to dismantle a person, his methodological actions across the week culminating in me kneeling here willing to give him what he wanted despite the effects it would have on my psyche. He had won, and he knew it. <<link "And soon, my mouth would.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-bj.mp4">> I could barely fit the huge cock in my mouth, eager to take it in and suck it up as much as possible. I wanted to please him and I'd do it, no matter what. And I sucked and blew him, my mind flashing back to the oral porn I'd watch at home in my private time, as I bobbed my head up and down the impressive cock in front of me, eager to please the man that owned it, and me. <<s Matthew>>You're good at this. That's where you belong.<</s>> He said, cotninuing that aggressive conditioning that he'd started but a week ago, wanting me to humiliate myself even further, my mouth stretching to impressive degrees to welcome that huge cock into it. <<s Matthew>>A feminist's true place, covered in cum.<</s>> He announced as he shot load after load on my face, covering me with his pearly blessing. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-facial.mp4">> He gave me worth by cumming on my face, by covering me with his superior seed. And I was grateful. And I was horny beyond measure, having finally let go and found my place at my knees in front of better men. //Chief of all, the swim team captain, future prom king, and my rival's boyfriend. It wasn't a victory. He wasn't cheating. He was using me with her knowledge...// I was probably going to lose the prom competition... <<link "Move along" "HRC">><<pickup $club "Feminism 3 BJ" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-cunni1.jpg">> His head was between my legs, licking away as I grinded my pussy on his face, getting his lips to kiss mine and his tongue to explore the true virtue of femininity that he so craved. <<s Author>>Does that feel good for you, Matthew?<</s>> I asked him, making sure I used his name for him to stay here, in the moment, take agency and understand that it indeed was happening to him. <<s Matthew>>Yes.<</s>> His muffled voice sounded out, sending beautiful shivers down my spine. <<s Author>>Yet your penis is untouched, you're only serving me.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Matthew>>It's still so good.<</s>> He said in between licks, admitting to liking this whole thing. The man had a girlfriend, one he loved and cherished, yet here he was between my legs. I stopped him to turn around, lying on my back and looking at him. <<s Author>>You can find pleasure in serving a woman then, right?<</s>> I asked, bringing the thought home. <<s Author>>A hot woman like me.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>You're right, and I was wrong. I love serving you.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not only about me. It's about all women.<</s>> I said <<s Matthew>>I'm at your service, all of you.<</s>> He admitted submissively. <<s Author>>Your girlfriend would love hearing that!<</s>> I smiled as I brought his face down to continue licking my snatch. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-cunni2.mp4">> Lick after lick, the man kept his ego aside and went down on me, finally getting to experience something that was bigger than him. <<s Author>>You've never licked a pussy before, have you?<</s>> I asked, teasing him. <<s Matthew>>No.<</s>> He admitted inside my pussy, burrying himself deep so as not to be seen. <<s Matthew>>Angela never asked.<</s>> <<s Author>>It shows, you're bad at this.<</s>> He wasn't, but he was meant to break before he was reconstructed correctly. And that had the right effect on him, as he sucked and licked with renewed passion, wanting to prove himself to me. His hand drifted lower, trying to find his own organ, his only way of bringing himself pleasure, in his mind. <<s Author>>My pleasure is your pleasure.<</s>> I said as I reached out to swat his hand away. <<s Author>>You'll get yours through mine. Keep licking.<</s>> The submissive moan I heard was beautiful, sending even more pleasure down my spine, warning me of a looming orgasm. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-cunni3.mp4">> And as he licked and I found myself drifting closer and closer to that endzone, that beautiful shaking orgasm, I thought to myself that this felt entirely right. Feminism might be about equality between the genders, but to me, in that moment, that's how we'd be equal. He'd find his pleasure through mine, lips on lips, and I'd dominate him because I can. I was going to use feminism to my advantage, to bring people like him down and have them serve me. Fuck the optics, I'm just as bad as all of them and the world would find that out a bit too late. //Maybe these university admissions people need to be put in their place just as much.// The orgasm that washed through me was a beautiful wave of serenity, of realization. I'd get my due sooner rather than later. //And rub it in <<light Angela>>'s face when the time comes.// <<link "Move along" "HRC">><<pickup $club "Feminism 3 Dominant" 1>><</link>>

<<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <center><h1>LGBT Event</h1></center><<pickup $club "HRC LGBT 1 Seen" 1>><center><h2>- I -</h2></center> Queer rights are basic human rights. That was our main message in the campaign we were launching, as we had a stand in the middle of the quad where we could share our humanitarian message. Right next to us, the school had allowed the Bible Study Group to place their own stand. <<s Jasmin>>How is that even logical, having us be next to this stand?<</s>> The Bible Study Group had decided to create a stand that claimed that Gay people are going to hell. Despite their negative message, the people manning the stand were smiling wide. <<pic Christina>><</pic>> <<s Christina>>Listen to the word of the lord! Don't stray from his light!<</s>> Their preaching was loud and obnoxious, but whether we liked it or not they were making their impact. <<s Ellis>>Christina.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> seemed to recognize one of their most vocal individuals. <<s Ellis>>We used to be friends.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What happened?<</s>> I was just as curious as my friend was. <<s Ellis>>I discovered what it feels like to be non-binary, and she discovered Jesus.<</s>> <<s Christina>>Repent from your sins, you vile people!<</s>> <<s Ellis>>I guess "Love Thy Neighbor" is a myth.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What can we do? This is going to be a disaster if we don't do something.<</s>> My president was right in her claim. If we wanted to stand a chance in front of these religious fanatics, we might have to really step it up. I was thinking of options, of what we could do to mount our own counter-arguments and bring in a wider audience. All of my ideas came at a cost, but the question was which I intended to follow. <div id="choices"><<link "Call them out for an open debate">><<replace "#choices">>Choosing to bring the fight to them, I raise my voice to call them out: <<s Author>>A religion that claims that one should "love thy neighbor", yet goes around and preaches hatred and damnation? Is this really what the Bible is all about?<</s>> My action collecting the right kind of attention as people start looking at me, I continue my speech: <<s Author>>We preach love, acceptance, the freedom for every individual to follow their own path. Love is love! It doesn't matter who holds it and towards who.<</s>> <<s Christina>>Is that really your claim? It doesn't matter who loves who? What about underage people? Children? Should a grandpa molest a child?<</s>> <<light Christina>> decided to bite, approaching and moving away from the bible stand. She was truly wearing the character of the religious uptight woman. <<s Author>>Those have no place in the LGBT+ community. Queer people are targeted not only by the likes of you who want to force their religion onto everyone. Or rather your understanding of the scripture might I add. They are also targeted by seriously deranged people who want to claim the community as their own. That's why you hate them, because you don't know them.<</s>> <<s Christina>>I know them alright.<</s>> She spat as she gave a glare in <<light Ellis>>' direction, <<s Christina>>I know your vile actions, your sick and twisted activities, wanting to turn all the world gay, forcing your presence all over social media. I know all I need to know, but it's clear you don't know the scripture that you clearly want to debase and defile.<</s>> People had started to gather, wanting to know what I would say next, who would be victorious in our confrontation. <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>I know my enemy">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I have read the Bible in its entirety, and have read about the Bible from educated scholars and even people of religion. Your claims are unfounded, I'm truly sorry.<</s>> There was an odd apprehension as not only the person I was debating, but the whole rival stand was on edge with what I was saying. <<s Author>>I understand having your whole reality pulled from under your feet. Trust me, I do. For a while there, God was the only comfort I had from the pain of losing a person close to me. And the only way I was able to get through it was love. My God's love towards me and mine towards the rest. Yet here you are, instead of preaching for the kindness that your religion brings, calling for the eradication of a group of people that, whether you like it or not, exists. God is love, and love is love.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> seemed emotional at the way I was defending them indirectly, remembering what they'd said about the friendship they'd lost with the religious woman. The small crowd started clapping for my heartfelt speech, migrating towards our stand to see what we are calling for. I kept eye contact with <<light Christina>>. <<s Author>>And if you ever feel like talking about love, our hands are always open.<</s>> The cherry on top of my argument, I open my arms wide as their lord and savior once did for them, before turning to our stand to talk to our new crowd. <<s Ellis>>Thanks for that.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> whispered to me in appreciation as we continued our preaching. On the other end, <<light Christina>> looked to be fuming, frustrated at how things had developed. //This was a success!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I know my enemy" "Not smart<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Claim she is gay">><<less "open" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Well you know what? You're gay!<</s>> The gathered crowd created the audible gasp that I was expecting, as I continued my verbal assault: <<s Author>>For someone that claims that they're against gay stuff, you've really gone all out to know your enemy. How intimately do you know your enemy, huh?<</s>> My intentions clear, I waited for her answer. <<s Christina>>It's not my fault your people keep sharing all this sick, twisted stuff all over the web! One cannot go anywhere without pop-up ads calling for gay sex!<</s>> The debate was getting heated, as I attacked her back. <<s Author>>Your actions have pushed them to the offensive! Also, what websites are you visiting that you receive ads for gay sex? Are you masturbating to lesbian porn?<</s>> A few chuckles were heard here and there, as he immediately tries to save face: <<s Christina>>No I don't! I'm straight.<</s>> <<s Author>>So straight porn?<</s>> <<s Christina>>Of course!<</s>> <<s Author>>Masturbation is a sin.<</s>> If I had a mic, that's the moment I'd have dropped it. The debate ended as her friends collected her back to their stand, I noticed that while I won it I didn't collect the audience I was hoping for, but did progress nevertheless. <<s Ellis>>Damn you didn't need to go all out like that!<</s>> It looked like <<light Ellis>> still felt bad about their old friend beng humiliated like that... And I realized there might be more to their friendship than I thought. //Maybe I shouldn't have attacked the individual, but rather her logic?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to recuperate">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Unable to come up with a solid counter-argument, I backtrack. <<s Author>>You're wrong! We preach love to everyone! Even children!<</s>> <<s Christina>>And you tell me you're not pedophiles.<</s>> She said, <<s Christina>>Or perverts that take advantage of innocent people.<</s>> I felt the sting of her insult deep inside, as <<light Jasmin>> steped in to save the day: <<s Jasmin>>What my stupid friend here is saying and failing to share, is that the only thing that the LGBT community does is argue for peace and love, as that's our only message, just like yours.<</s>> <<s Christina>>Yeah right.<</s>> My friend brought me back to our stand. <<s Jasmin>>That was an absolute disaster. You humiliated us.<</s>> <<s Author>>You called me stupid.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's because you are! Look I know you're better than this but I haven't seen it yet. That was shit. Next time, consult me before you go about prancing around showing everyone how dumb you are.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> seemed to agree with my close friend's claims, and it felt bad to be berated like that. The sting of her words was sharp. //That really hurt... But she was right...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Sex appeal should bring in a wider audience">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Only way to fight conservatives with ancient views of how life should be? Be the exact opposite. Enhancing my own features to the best of my ability, I choose to use my curves and natural sex appeal to collect people's attention, calling for my friend to do the same: <<s Author>>Come on Jasmin. It'll be good for the HRC.<</s>> Not sure whether she's doing it for the cause or for her own satisfaction, <<light Jasmin>> loses her sweater, approaching passersby and putting on a sultry show to collect them. <<light Ellis>> was more hesitant to join, taking a backdrop to it all. Success after success follows as we start collecting a wider audience. Soon after, the attention grows stale, as the people we had managed to gather don't seem entirely convinced of joining the HRC or of the cause we're fighting for. //We need to do something about this...// <div id="choices2"><<if $bisex gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Kiss Jasmin on the lips to gather interest">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<replace "#choices2">>Turning to my friend, a beautifully queer thought came to my mind, as I whispered to her. <<s Author>>What if we kissed? I'm sure these suckers would gobble it all up.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We are calling for queer rights after all...<</s>> Leaning in towards each other, <<light Jasmin>> and I lock lips, kissing each other in front of strangers. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/lgbt1-jasminkiss.jpg">>A clash of emotions fly through me as our kiss gives me small tingles. We separate shortly after. <<s stranger>>More!<</s>> One of the guys, looking at us, is so excited by what he sees. I look back at <<light Jasmin>>. <<if $Jasmin gte 15>><<add "arousal" 20>>She is smiling, stealing glances at my lips. Going for broke, I lean in again as our lips clash with more passion and fervor than before, really doing its number on me as I allow myself to give a soft moan. We separate, trying to catch our breath, as the crowd that had gathered cheers for us in the background. I smile at my friend as she smiles back. <<light Ellis>>, on the side, is watching it all unfold intently. So is <<light Christina>> and her religious fighters. <<s Jasmin>>So, who's joining?<</s>> Our activity is ultimately a success, the audience we had gathered translating into supporters of queer rights. //The true success was that hot kiss!// <<else>>She is smiling as she looks at the rest of the people there: <<s Jasmin>>It's gonna cost you! Join the HRC and you might just see this again!<</s>> Ever the hustler, she keeps the goal in mind as the audience translates into supporters of queer rights. I'm happy to help her with that, yet the thought of that kiss lingers in my mind... //I wish I was closer to her, maybe we would've kissed some more...//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kiss Jasmin on the lips to gather interest" "Not bisexual enough (5)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Fool the guy you've been talking to to join">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Talking to a nerdy dude, I give my best performance ever in trying to get him to join. <<s stranger>>I don't know... People will think I am gay.<</s>> His apprehension to sign on was based on his homophobia, and I called him out for it. <<s Author>>Seriously? I tell you that gay people are being persecuted against, and you tell me you don't want people to THINK you're gay? Are you gay?<</s>> <<s stranger>>No I'm not.<</s>> <<s Author>>Then what do you care what people think?<</s>> I soften up. <<s Author>>What matters is you. What you think and believe. I don't think you're gay.<</s>> Batting my eyelashes, I place my hand on his knee, slowly leaning forward, giving him a look at my cleavage. He falls for it. <<s stranger>>I'm not gay...<</s>> <<s Author>>You're not.<</s>> With the way he's eating up what I'm serving, I am sure he isn't. <<s Author>>Sign here.<</s>> I get him to sign the petition, hoping he won't think there would be anything between us in the future. On the other side, <<light Christina>> is looking at the scene unfold with pursed lips, obviously frustrated about sex selling. <<light Ellis>> doesn't seem as happy about the approach, but is grateful for the outcome. //Fooling men is so easy!// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fool the guy I've been talking to to join" "Not dominant enough (7)">><</if>> <<link "Do nothing, what we did so far is good">><<replace "#choices2">>We should quit while we're ahead. Even though we're not able to translate all our audience into HRC members, we still were able to spread a message of acceptance and were able to have a somewhat successful campaign. Now people know that being queer is not so wrong, right? //Maybe if I was more courageous, things would have been different...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "There's nothing we can do">><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>At a loss for options, I find myself unable to come up with something that would benefit our campaign in facing this new foe. Later in the day, as we're wrapping up having convinced no one to sign up for the HRC or to fight for queer rights, one of our members is approached by a member from the other stand. A short conversation later, they resign from the HRC and choose to stop coming to our meetings, claiming that we are straying them away from religion. <<light Ellis>> in particular took it as a heavy hit, dejectedly walking away, deep in thought. And I watched as <<light Christina>>'s face lit up seeing her old friend so sad. //How twisted.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <center><h1>LGBT Event</h1></center><<pickup $club "HRC LGBT 2 Seen" 1>><center><h2>- II -</h2></center> <<pic "Ellis">><</pic>> Things have been looking up for our club lately, with a lot of new members deciding to join. We were now up to <<print $hrctotal>> members, each more unique than the one before and with an electric personality. Decisions were starting to be difficult to take, but we were headed in the right direction, with <<light Jasmin>> leading the efforts<<if $hrcrole is "vice">> and me as her right hand woman.<<else>> and <<light Ellis>> as her right hand person.<</if>> So when <<if $hrcrole is "vice">><<light Ellis>><<else>>they<</if>> who I've had a couple of talks with in the past came up to <<light Jasmin>> with a suggestion of their own, the president was still on edge from the pressure of her position: <<s Jasmin>>What exactly are you proposing?<</s>> <<light Ellis>>, taken aback by the stressed display but still eager to prove themselves, spoke clearly: <<s Ellis>>For people who do not fit in the gender binary, there are no toilet choices at this school. This is very frustrating and should be dealt with adequately, and I believe the HRC can help with that.<</s>> I remembered my previous conversations with <<light Ellis>>, where they shared the fact that they were trans and went by they/them pronouns. While previously hesitant to speak out about their own struggles at school, they were feeling empowered to speak out now. Now that we were giving a space for non-binary individuals to have pride in who they are. <<s Ellis>>All I ask is that we use our power to push for a more inclusive school, and offer support to the humans whose rights are being taken away from them.<</s>> There was a deeper reason behind their request for a change, and I was yet to discover that. I knew a conversation down the line would answer my suspicions... <<s Ellis>>I've had to go through a lot, wearing your bras because of what I'd had before I was able to get top surgery. I lost friends because of this, been called an abomination...<</s>> They were opening up, but my friend kept a stoic face to this entire thing. It was clear that the HRC was not entirely shaping up to be what she thought it would become, and it was having its effect on my friend's psyche. <<s Jasmin>>I'm sorry Ellis, but we're currently trying our best to juggle all of the balls of the club, and were just informed that we need to choose a professor to chaperone our club, so it's not to our benefit to butt heads with the school on these matters. You're a smart girl, and surely understand the complications that such a thing might bring...<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> didn't know where she was going wrong with what she just said, but I could see the enby's face crunch up at the misgendering. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Correct the misgendering">><<add "Ellis" 2>><<less "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $club "ellisaid" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stay silent and watch this person get steamrolled. <<s Author>>Ellis goes by they/them pronouns, Jasmin. And I'm sure this issue can be resolved without too much effort on our end.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>, frustrated by my intrusion, turned to me. <<s Jasmin>>Are you saying you're willing to take over this task in your own time?<</s>> She raised her eyebrow at me. I looked at <<light Ellis>>, then back at my friend. <<s Author>>Yes. I'll take care of it.<</s>> I announced, willing to help a person in need. //Besides, it would give me more reason to become closer friend with the interesting individual... <<light Ellis>> smiled wide as they thanked me for my aid. <<s Ellis>>Thank you! Thank you so much! I have resources that we could use and I can help in-<</s>> They beamed and shared all they had with me. There was still something hidden behind their intentions, but I figured I might need to get closer to them to find out what that was. //I might meet them wandering around school and have that deeper conversation...// //And I might want to look into that bathroom situation to get it sorted...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>See what Ellis would do">><<pickup $club "ellisdenied" 1>><<less "hrctotal" 1>><<less "Ellis" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Watching on, I see a frustrated <<light Ellis>> speak out a bit louder. <<s Ellis>>I'm non-binary. My pronouns are they/them.<</s>> They began, before continuing: <<s Ellis>>And this issue immediately impacts me. If the HRC is not willing to help me with it, then I don't really know what I'm doing here anymore.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> stormed off, angry at the situation and what was happening. <<light Jasmin>> took a breath, thoughtful, before she turned to me. <<s Jasmin>>Will you talk to her when you see her around? I mean them... Soften the blow?<</s>> <<s Author>>They've been here from the start.<</s>> I reminded her. <<s Jasmin>>I... I know.<</s>> I could see the stress that my friend was feeling over the situation as a whole, willing to aid her in this. <<s Author>>I'll take care of it.<</s>> I said, taking on that new responsibility, hoping to see them wandering around school to talk about the situation. //And I might want to look into that bathroom situation to get it sorted...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Ellis>><</pic>><<set $brawear to true>> I approached <<light Ellis>>, eager to have a conversation with them and get to know them better. They greeted me <<if $club.has("ellisaid")>>warmly<<else>>sharply<</if>>, before asking me how I was doing. <<s Author>>I'm doing okay. What about you?<</s>> I asked back. <<s Ellis>>Not so great. I drank a lot of milk this morning and my bladder's killing me.<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>Constipation?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>What? No! I just can't go to the toilets here.<</s>> They explained, <<s Ellis>>In one I'm harrassed, in the other I feel eyes watching me in everything I do.<</s>> Not familiar with the situation, I offered a sympathetic nod. <<s Author>>That bathroom thing really is an issue.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Ellis>>Which is why I talked about it at the HRC. It's easily avoidable.<</s>> They said, <<s Ellis>>And I truly thought Jasmin would understand me.<</s>> I thought she would as well. <<s Ellis>>I don't know, I've been through so much to stop here. Top surgery wasn't easy.<</s>> <<s Author>>But it's freed you from having to wear bras, right?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Oh I didn't wait for it to stop wearing them.<</s>> The enby said, <<s Ellis>>They itched, but it felt right to go without. You should try it.<</s>> While I did keep in mind to try out what my friend was telling me, I still felt it important to bring us back to the conversation at hand. <<s Author>>There's more to the whole bathroom thing, isn't there?<</s>> <<light Ellis>> took a moment, taking a deep breath for what came next. <<s Ellis>>It's all over social media and the news, and it's absolutely devastating.<</s>> They began, <<s Ellis>>Nex Benedict, a non-binary student in Oklahoma, died because of bullying related to the bathroom they chose to use.<</s>> I felt goosebumps coursing through my body at the tale. <<s Ellis>>Their case is - was -<</s>> I could see the hurt as they corrected themselves, <<s Ellis>>the same as I am, almost. But they were attacked in a school bathroom because of their gender identity and the way they expressed themselves, and they got killed because of it.<</s>> I could see tears forming in their eyes as they spoke. This subject was close to heart. I could only imagine what it felt like to feel persecuted and attacked even in your most vulnerable moments... <<s Author>>I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sorry that I didn't understand the gravity of the situation before. I'll see what I can do to help with this situation.<</s>> I placed my hand on their shoulder as I spoke, trying to catch their eyes to show my support. They looked at me, then went in for a hug. I hugged them back, emotional and trying to supress tears of my own. //Something had to be done about this situation. And I was going to deal with it.// <<link "Move along" "School">><<add "Ellis" 1>><<pickup $club "NexStory" 1>><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Location: Bathroom">><<pickup $club "Bathroom Discovery" 1>> My wanderings took me to this secluded bathroom on the third floor where the custodial staff usually places their tools. The abandonned toilets were a forgotten location of the school, isolated from everything else. I looked around, thoughts swirming in my head on how this place could be used for the tricky situation we found ourselves in with <<light Ellis>>. I was eager to help them, yet placing them in such a place isolated from any help should anything like what went down with Nex happen... No. The solution wouldn't be this. It can't be to isolate and seclude people who didn't conform to an outdated view on gender. They had equal rights to anyone else to have accessible sanitation. I found myself in a unique position though, isolated and secluded from all else, as I thought on the situation at hand and what it implied... //I could try to understand <<light Ellis>>' feeling when being in a bathroom they don't belong in, or just leave and come up with a strategy to get things done...// <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Imagine being a girl in a male bathroom">><<pickup $club "TransUnderstanding" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I closed my eyes, allowing for my imagination to roam and bring with it thoughts of what a person whose gender expression is different from who they truly were would do in the situation I imagined myself in. I was a girl, right. But I was present in a male bathroom. There were guys around me. Men, staring. Looking at me. Making me feel uneasy. In danger. Out of place. But I was a girl in such a place. What if I was trans? What if I was a man born in the wrong body? They'd still be looking at my body in judgement. They'd still choose on who I am based on my body and not on my true nature. Unless I was passing, there would always be this feeling of being observed, judged, scrutinized. But right now I was a girl in a male bathroom, out of place, observed, looked at, and oggled. I had my boobs and curvacious body, and I was in the wrong bathroom. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>And it felt hot">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 25>><<replace "#choices2">>//And it felt hot...// My hand drifted down my body, unannounced as it traced across my curves floating lower and lower towards its intended destination. The fingers exploring my curves and looking to engage with the fantasy that floated through my head, I allowed my digits to roam as I imagined the eyes staring at me, boring through my soul, a vulnerable butterfly in a place where it didn't belong. <<s Jerome>>Kneel.<</s>> Came the order, carried by a voice in my head. A strong, commanding, masculine voice. And I did, my fingers slipping through the panties and playing with my snatch, spreading my ips open to delve deeper. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>What a slut.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Someone's out of place.<</s>> The voices swirled in my head, carrying echoes of ones I knew, of ones that I'd want to dominate and subjugate me. I was a vulnerable girl in a foreign bathroom, and- *Clang!* Something clashed in the empty corridors outside, shaking me from my stupor as I rushed to my feet. I was a vulnerable girl in a secluded bathroom, and someone was near. Fearing for the encounter and unwilling to have to explain myself, I rushed out of the bathroom and quickly made my way through the corridors and away from this location. The janitor looked at me confused as I passed him, not really caring for my naughty activity from moments earlier. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "And it felt odd">><<replace "#choices2">>//And it felt odd...// Opening my eyes, I looked around me at the still empty bathroom, the imagined situation now gone as I took bearing of where I was and what I had going on. I chuckled to myself at the situation, now having had a deeper understanding of the situation, before heading out to find an adequate solution to the issue at hand. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Time to leave">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not really interested in whatever fantasy or thoughts might come out from this small adventure, I choose to ignore the call for imagination and leave the bathroom to look for other more valuable things to do. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "The principal's Office">><<pickup $club "metprincipal" 1>><<set _argue to 0>> Choosing to get the show on the road and fight for <<light Ellis>>' right to open sanitation, I decided to head to the principal's office to bring up the issue and discuss it. After waiting for a short while outside of her office, I am let in to meet the principal, regal looking at her wide desk. <<pic Priscilla>><</pic>> Her fake smile was quick to appear as she greeted me. <<s Priscilla>><<print $name>>! Good as always to see you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Likewise, doctor.<</s>> She had a Doctorate in education, and made sure to always remind us of it. A bit of flattery wouldn't hurt my case. <<s Priscilla>>To what do I owe the pleasure?<</s>> Her face turned stern, willing to hear me out but urging me not to lose her "precious" time. <<s Author>>It's about bathrooms, ma'am. They're not the best and an issue was made apparent to me recently.<</s>> Her eyebrow raised. <<s Priscilla>>Bathrooms? But you're a girl, we make sure yours are always pristine. You also make it easy.<</s>><<if $leoevent gte 2>><br>I thought back to my encounter with <<light Leo>>, and I could agree that the difference between ours and the male bathrooms was huge.<</if>> <<s Author>>It isn't about that, although I do thank you for keeping that in check.<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>I'm one of you girl, I get icky about my bathroom stuff as well.<</s>> She looked at me again, willing me to state my case. <<s Author>>It's about gender-neutral bathrooms. For people that do not conform to traditional gender roles to feel more comfortable going to the toilet at school.<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>Why would worry myself about such a thing? That's neither educative nor helpful for a school like ours!<</s>> Came her immediate response. <<s Priscilla>>Additionally, if we give them such a place, who's to say outsiders won't make it into these "exclusive" bathrooms? Next thing you know everyone at school will frequent them and the situation will turn sour very quickly.<</s>> Her opinion regarding the matter was obvious, and I needed to study my words carefully to convince her of my point of view. <<if $club.has("TransUnderstanding")>><<linkreplace "Share Trans Experiences">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set _argue += 1>><<light Priscilla>> looked at me sternly, before deciding to add: <<s Priscilla>>Then again, I figure we could always find a secluded bathroom someplace to give them...<</s>> Her idea, while well-meaning, was clearly the wrong approach to me, as I thought back to my own encounter at the third floor bathroom and the impact it had on me. <<s Author>>I would advise against it, Ma'am.<</s>> I spoke out. <<s Author>>Rather than give them a space to feel safe, you'd be further alienating them and pushing them away. This will have a negative impact, and won't minimize the societal pressure they'd feel from such a thing.<</s>> She looked at me with understanding. <<s Priscilla>>You have a point. But the issue remains to find an adequate solution that would fit all parties. I remain afraid of unexpected harrassment.<</s>> <<s Author>>The harrassment already happens, doctor. Trans students at school constantly feel out of place in these gendered locations, and they are further scrutinized by transphobes that feel entitled to these places.<</s>> I explained to her the truth I had recently found out.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I should've talked to Ellis at school">><</if>> <<if $club.has("NexStory")>><<linkreplace "Tell the tale of Nex">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set _argue += 1>><<s Author>>I'm sure you heard the news about the recent tragedy that befell a non-binary student in Oklahoma?<</s>> I countered, making an assumption that would work out either way. <<s Priscilla>>Enlighten me.<</s>> Her request was straightforward. <<s Author>>Nex Benedict, a non-binary 16 year old, was attacked in their school bathrooms by other female students for their gender identity and for being "out of place". Nex was assigned female at birth, frequented female bathrooms, and still met their untimely death at the hands of their peers. They conformed, and even then it wasn't enough. I believe we can do better by our fellow trans students, which is why I am making this request in the first place.<</s>> I spoke out for the injustice of a child that only wanted to belong and find themselves. <<s Priscilla>>That's heart-wrenching...<</s>> I could see the doctor take in this new piece of information, and work it through their mind. <<s Author>>Aiding students in need and helping them in feeling more at home is obviously a school priority, and I believe that by doing that you'll be able to bridge the gap.<</s>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I should've visited the school toilets">><</if>> <<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<linkreplace "Use Debate knowledge">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set _argue += 1>>There was a gap in the principal's argument regarding the gravity of the situation and its consequences should anything be done about it, and thankfully, thanks to my work with the Debate Club, I could point out that fallacy in her logic: <<s Author>>That's a slippery slope there, doctor.<</s>> She looked confused, not at the word, but rather at what slope she had slipped on. <<s Author>>Saying that creating gender neutral bathrooms will lead to complete chaos and unmitigated danger. It's a fallacy. We don't know that this would be the outcome of it, and by all sense and purposes, I believe that would be entirely avoidable should we do things properly.<</s>> I explained with confidence, glad to have taken these extra-curricular activities. <<s Priscilla>>It was a figure of speech.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know, doctor. But it is still unlogical in its premise.<</s>> She nodded, taking my comment into account, as she gave the idea serious thought.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I should've seen the Slippery Slope fallacy in the debate club.">><</if>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Priscilla>><</pic>><<if _argue gte 2>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<pickup $club "nbbath" 1>><<add "reputation" 5>><<light Priscilla>>, the school's principal, looked at me sternly, thoughtful about everything I had said and all the arguments I have presented. <<s Priscilla>>I'll see what I can do. There's some value in what you've presented and I think it would be the right thing to do to see this through.<</s>> She announced, thoughtful. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Thank you, doctor!<</s>> She gave me half a smile back. <<s Priscilla>>Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls.<</s>> She dismissed me, showing me to the door, as I walked away. <<pic Ellis>><</pic>> Outside of her office, I found a wide-eyed <<light Ellis>>. <<s Ellis>>Well?<</s>> They expectantly asked, hoping for good news. <<s Author>>She's working on it.<</s>> Rushing to me, <<light Ellis>> picked me up in their arms, hugging me tightly as they suffocated me. <<s Ellis>>Oh my god thank you do much! You have no idea how much this means to me!<</s>> They beemed with joy. <<s Author>>It might take a few days, but I'm hoping for good news.<</s>> I shared, happy to see my friend happy. <<s Ellis>>That truly means a lot to me! I will never be able to thank you enough. I owe you.<</s>> They thought for a bit. <<s Ellis>>We all owe you, the whole trans community at school.<</s>> //There was a community at school?// I smiled sweetly at them. <<s Author>>Can I breathe now?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Oh yeah sorry.<</s>> They let go of me, still radiating joy. <<s Ellis>>I can't wait to tell them all!<</s>> <<else>><<pickup $club "nonbbath" 1>><<less "Ellis" 1>><<light Priscilla>>, the school's principal, sternly looked at me, frustrated by my request and the time I must've costed her. <<s Priscilla>>Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do about this situation. The school board is in charge of these things and they're not quite willing to budge on the matter.<</s>> I felt frustrated at the bureaucracy of it all, and at how dismissive she was of my request. <<s Author>>But ma'am...<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>It's doctor for you, dear.<</s>> She dryly cut me off. <<s Priscilla>>Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls.<</s>> She dismissed me, showing me to the door, as I walked away. <<pic Ellis>><</pic>> Outside of her office, I found a wide-eyed <<light Ellis>>. <<s Ellis>>Well?<</s>> They expectantly asked, hoping for good news. I couldn't find myself to form words even, as I looked at them defeated. Their emotions turned sour, as they tried to hold themselves together. <<s Ellis>>Oh. Oh well at least you tried, right?<</s>> They were devastated and it showed. //I wished I could do more for them, but unfortunately it seemed like I wasn't ready for this conversation.//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <center><h1>LGBT Event</h1></center><<pickup $club "HRC LGBT 3 Seen" 1>><center><h2>- III -</h2></center> <<s Author>>We need to do something! Anything!<</s>> I was being vocal, talking to <<light Jasmin>> about our recent activities at the club. <<s Jasmin>>Without anyone to chaperone us, we can't go about doing any big events.<</s>> She explained. There was our conundrum. We needed to have a chaperone to make events, and we needed events to attract a chaperone. <<s Author>>We need an alternative then. Something that is not in the name of the HRC but holds our values.<</s>> <<s stranger>>That might work, no?<</s>> One of the members chipped in. <<s Jasmin>>What did you have in mind?<</s>> I had nothing in mind. Thankfully, someone else barged in on the conversation. <<s Ellis>>What about a movie night?<</s>> They asked. <<light Ellis>>' idea was a nice one. <<s Jasmin>>Honestly, that's not so bad. What are we thinking of showing?<</s>> My president friend seemed to be on board for this. <<s Ellis>>There's a musical called The Prom.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Haven't heard of it.<</s>> My friend was honest in her unawareness. <<s Ellis>>It has only the greatest stars acting in it. Meryl Streep, what's his name, that fat guy that always sings?<</s>> <<s Author>>Pavarotti?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Sorry, I meant the overweight artists that- James Corden!<</s>> They remembered the name. <<s Jasmin>>Did you just say Pavarotti?<</s>> The president was still not over my input in the conversation. <<s Ellis>>Regardless, it's a nice movie to show, perfect for high school students, and with queer themes that we can rope into the HRC's goals.<</s>> It felt to me like <<light Ellis>> had that answer right with them. Regardless, it was indeed a good idea. <<s Ellis>>So what do we say?<</s>> There was nothing wrong with that idea. <<s Jasmin>>We'll have it be on a weekend night, what do you say?<</s>> My friend suggested. <<s Author>>That'd be perfect.<</s>> Everyone agreed on this, we made sure to advertise for the event for the remainder of our time that day. Let's see what the weekend brings! <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <center><h1>LGBT Final Event</h1><h2>Movie Night</h2></center>Our club somehow managed to gain access to the school's auditorium for today's movie night. It was a weekend, and yet here were a lot of my friends having made their way to school, excited for the movie night. <<light Jasmin>> approached me. <<s Jasmin>>Gotta give credit where it is due. Ellis' idea is amazing.<</s>> She said, smiling at the positive turnout. <<s Author>>I know, right? I can't wait to see the movie.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh I don't care at all about the movie. I'm sneaking off with Jerome for some fun. My father would have no idea.<</s>> She announced, smiling wide. That tracks. <<s Jasmin>>Can you take care of things while I'm away? You know, just make sure everything runs smoothly.<</s>> I couldn't deny my friend, despite the kind of game that she intended to be playing while I held down the fort. <<s Author>>I've got it. Have your fun.<</s>> Her smile widened as she walked away. I looked around at the big number of people that had made it, and that were starting to filter into the auditorium. <<s Ellis>>Imagine how much money we'd have made had we sold popcorn!<</s>> An approaching <<light Ellis>> spoke, claiming my attention. <<s Author>>Ellis, I gotta say, this event is shaping up really well. All thanks to you.<</s>> They smiled at me. <<s Ellis>>You've been really helpful, <<print $name>>. Despite all the back and forth, you keep pushing.<</s>> They said, returning the compliment. <<s Ellis>>You know... I was there that day when you created that stand fighting for LGBT rights. The way you defended us... I felt seen. I felt like I belonged to this community in the hrc.<</s>> They shared, and I immediately felt goosebumps filling me. <<s Ellis>>You're a true ally.<</s>> They said finally, placing their hand on my shoulder, before moving away to converse with a few of their friends. I was touched by their words. <<link "Time to filter in" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/theater.jpg" "Choose your seat">>As people started walking in to grab their seats, I pondered on my options on who I could sit next to at this event, which of my friends I felt like sharing a seat with. I noticed <<light Yara>> roping <<light Eva>> in to sit next to her, both of them headed for somewhere in the back rows. <<if $yaraevent gte 3 and $evaevent gte 3>>I felt close enough to the both of them to consider sitting around them.<<else>>Despite them being my close friends, I felt like I needed to be closer to them to be able to sit with them.<</if>> On another side, <<light Leo>> was grabbing his seat alone. <<if $leoevent gte 3>>As he turned to look around, he noticed me, waving me over and showing the empty seat next to him.<<else>>Although I'd have liked to sit next to him, I don't think he'd be comfortable watching such a movie next to me. Its themes might be delicate for him at the moment.<</if>> Another option I found myself considering was the enigmatic, charismatic <<light Ellis>>. While they weren't such a close person to me, I found myself slowly warming up to them in these past few weeks. Sharing a seat with them in a movie that they chose might be a good option, and would sure to be a fun time. <div id="choices">//My options were mine, what would I choose?// <<if $evaevent gte 3 and $yaraevent gte 3>><<link "Join Eva and Yara">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $club "MovieEvaYara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't miss joining my two female friends in watching this film. <<s Author>>Hey girls. Is there a place for me?<</s>> I approached them, awkwardly walking sideways to reach them between the seats. <<s Yara>>Hey! Of course, you can sit here next to me.<</s>> The commanding athletic friend announced, patting the seat at her side. I grabbed my seat next to her, and she immediately hooked her hand behind my back. <<s Yara>>This film is gonna be amazing. Thanks for doing this!<</s>> <<s Author>>I did nothing, it's the club.<</s>> I replied honestly. <<s Yara>>Which you are a part of. So thank you.<</s>> She said, playing softly with my hair before letting go and retreating her arm. I don't know why, but I felt comfortable with her slight possessiveness. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-scene.jpg" "The Prom">> As the movie started, I found myself engaged with the actions on the screen, and the struggle of the main character. There was something beautiful in the way the topic of being queer at school was dealt with. I thought about our own school, and the way they treated people of the queer community. It's clubs like ours that give these people a true fighting chance. Our work was essential. At one point, in the lull of the film and that musical number that no one really cares about, I turned to look at my friends and see how they found the film. I don't know whether or not I expected it. I don't know what I felt. But seeing <<light Yara>>'s arm around <<light Eva>>'s shoulder stirred something in me. Whether it was jealousy or possessiveness or simply feeling played, I don't know. But I found myself watching them. <<light Yara>> turned and noticed me watching. Her soft demeanor lulled me in a sense of comfort, as her hand reached out and held mine. I looked down, seeing our interlaced fingers, then looked back up at her. She blew me a kiss, then nodded at her shoulder. I leaned in. <<link "Lights Off!" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Join Eva and Yara" "Not close enough.">><</if>> <<if $leoevent gte 3>><<link "Sit with Leo">><<pickup $club "MovieLeo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend <<light Leo>> smiled as I awkwardly made my way sideways to the seat he had saved up next to him. <<s Leo>>Hey friend! Excited for the film?<</s>> <<s Author>>From the way Ellis spoke about it, it's bound to be an interesting watch!<</s>> I said, eager. <<s Leo>>Who's Ellis?<</s>> He asked, before remembering: <<s Leo>>Oh the non-binary senior! Yeah they're definitely cool!<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s appreciation of our queer friend was a nice sight, and was quite telling. I preferred to remain silent. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-scene.jpg" "The Prom">> As the movie started, I found myself engaged with the actions on the screen, and the struggle of the main character. There was something beautiful in the way the topic of being queer at school was dealt with. I thought about our own school, and the way they treated people of the queer community. It's clubs like ours that give these people a true fighting chance. Our work was essential. As the movie found its lull in the musical number that no one really cares about, I looked over to <<light Leo>>, fully engaged in the film. <<s Author>>Liking it so far?<</s>> I whispered to him. <<s Leo>>I love musicals and I didn't know this one existed. What a beautiful world!<</s>> He said, fully engaged in the scene. I looked him up and down. <<s Author>>It's nice seeing you so engaged. You're basically squirming in your seat!<</s>> I said. He looked at me awkwardly. <<s Leo>>Yeah... It's because of the movie.<</s>> The simple way he said it made me understand there was something more. I frowned at him. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing, nothing. It's the film.<</s>> He said, looking back at the movie, trying to ignore the conversation. His hand betrayed him, moving down to adjust his pants. <<s Author>>You're wearing the underwear I got you, didn't you?<</s>> I said. He looked at me shyly. <<link "Lights Off!" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Sit with Leo" "Not close enough.">><</if>> <<link "Choose Ellis">><<replace "#choices">>As I made my way to <<light Ellis>>, they were quick to greet me and the seat adjacent to theirs. <<s Ellis>>I'm glad you're sitting next to me, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The way they always made me feel valued was nice. I felt myself blush slightly at their words. <<s Author>>The pleasure is all mine.<</s>> I said back. <<s Ellis>>Have you seen the film?<</s>> I shook my head no. <<s Ellis>>It'll help you relate to people like us. To the community.<</s>> They said with a smile. <<s Author>>What tells you I don't relate?<</s>> They kept the smile, and turned to the screen as the movie started. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-scene.jpg" "The Prom">> As the movie started, I found myself engaged with the actions on the screen, and the struggle of the main character. There was something beautiful in the way the topic of being queer at school was dealt with. I thought about our own school, and the way they treated people of the queer community. It's clubs like ours that give these people a true fighting chance. Our work was essential. I turned towards <<light Ellis>>, engaging them in a conversation. <<s Author>>Is that how it feels?<</s>> I said, intrigued. <<s Ellis>>At times, yes. You feel bad in your own skin.<</s>> <<if $bisex gte 5>><<s Author>>I've felt that before. That longing for something I cannot get.<</s>> I said, opening up for a bit. They looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Ellis>>Are you saying you might be...?<</s>> Their question hung in the air. I took a breather, wanting to answer.<<else>><<s Author>>I can't imagine what that feels like. I wish I could help somehow.<</s>> I announced. They placed their hand on mine, holding it. <<s Ellis>>You're doing a lot already.<</s>> they smiled at me, but my mind was still stuck to the fingers holding me. Why was I feeling so... tense?<</if>> <<link "Lights Off!" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-techdif.jpg" "Please stand by">> <div id='continue'>As the intensity of the moment rose between me and my friend, suddenly the screen turned off, plunging the whole room in darkness. It was not part of the show, and I barely saw <<light Ellis>> immediately standing to attention in the dim emergency light that remained. They rushed to the control room, looking to solve the issue. I had a duty to aid them and make sure everything worked properly, afte rall that was <<light Jasmin>>'s request of me. <<if $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>>My hand removed itself from between <<light Yara>>'s possessive fingers with pain. I wanted to stay, make use of the darkness of the moment, show her I was willing... But duty called. Excusing myself, I made my way to the control room at the back of the auditorium. <<elseif $club.has("MovieLeo")>>I wanted to stay, drill <<light Leo>> more about his hidden secret, yet duty called me elsewhere. <<s Author>>I'll be right back.<</s>> I told him as I headed towards the control room at the back of the auditorium.<<else>>Duty called me to follow my friend to the control room at the back of the auditorium.<</if>> <<s Author>>Hey is everything okay here?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Sabotage.<</s>> The one word explained what had happened, and I felt myself heat up at it. Why would anyone want to ruin this evening? <<s Author>>What can we do?<</s>> I asked. <<s Ellis>>Thankfully, I know myself around these stuff. Can you plug that in right there?<</s>> They pointed me towards the electrical line. <<link "Plug it in, hoping for the best">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/electricity.jpg">> Thankfully, that put everything back on track for us, and moments later <<light Ellis>> turned the projector back on. <<s Ellis>>And... Play.<</s>> They pressed the play button, and the loud voice of the movie startled everyone in the room. <<light Ellis>> rushed to lower the voice. <<s Ellis>>These fuckers played with the sound too.<</s>> They made quick work of solving the issue, the movie now back on track. <<s Ellis>>I'm staying here to make sure this isn't repeated.<</s>> They announced. I looked down at the auditorium through the window of the control room. <<if $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>>My two friends were still in their spots, having drifted even closer than before. A pang of jealousy struck me as I watched their bodies interlaced like that.<<elseif $club.has("MovieLeo")>><<light Leo>> worriedly looked around him, before moving his attention back to the movie, engaged. His naughty secret only his to enjoy.<<else>>Everything was back on track, and our crowd was back to being engaged in the movie, having forgotten about the issue.<</if>> <<s Ellis>>You're free to go back down there if you want.<</s>> They continued, pulling my attention to them again. I made my choice... <div id="choices"><<link "Stay there with Ellis" "LGBT Movie Night">><<pickup $club "MovieEllis" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><</link>> <<if $club.has("MovieLeo") or $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>><<link "Go back to your seat" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Go back to your seat" "Why leave Ellis alone?">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("MovieEllis")>><<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Author>>I'm staying here with you.<</s>> I announced, not wanting them to stay alone here. They gave me an acknowledging smile. <<s Ellis>>Why would anyone want to ruin the event for us?<</s>> They thought to themselves, asking the question to no one. <<s Author>>I don't quite know. It's petty.<</s>> I said, emphasizing with them. <<s Ellis>>Talk about irony. We're watching a movie about queer people being persecuted and being made less-than. And someone decides to attack us.<</s>> <<s Author>>Quite telling.<</s>> They took a moment, before talking. <<s Ellis>>Hey about earlier.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's fine. Weird. But fine.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Sure you're just an ally?<</s>> They asked, eyes piercing through me. I didn't have an answer to the question. Had they asked before the new year, I'd have answered them differently. But now... Things are different for me. <<s Author>>Honestly? I don't know.<</s>> They gave me a compassionate look, slowly moving closer. <<s Ellis>>Is it gender or...?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sexual orientation.<</s>> I answered. They nodded, understanding what I was saying. Moved even closer. <<s Ellis>>Hey I get you, that's normal. Just when I thought I had things figured out with my gender and the way I expressed myself... Boom, women and femininity started becoming attractive to me.<</s>> They explained, before continuing. <<s Ellis>>For a long time I struggled with femininity, but once I found the word "non-binary" everything made sense to me. I didn't care to be feminine in the traditional sense, but do like some feminine things.<</s>> They looked at me, I looked back. We were subtly drifting closer, our backs resting against one of the empty shelves in the room. <<s Ellis>>And I found that I was attracted to feminine, beautiful girls. Like you.<</s>> Say what you will, it felt good being hit on like that. For once I didn't have a smart reply. <<light Ellis>> really knew how to put the moves on. Then they leaned closer, their faces inches away from mine, their lips forming a slight smirk. <<s Ellis>>And these feminine, beautiful girls were just as attracted to me. Despite me being non-binary.<</s>> They announced. <<s Ellis>>I loved turning them bi.<</s>> I felt my heart flutter with a sense of trepidation. I so wanted to lean in and kiss them. To taste their lips... <<s Ellis>>You know, if you do kiss me, you'd definitely not be straight.<</s>> They warned me, their voice floating through my hazy mind. I took a split second to think of what to do. <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Passionately kiss them">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was definitely not straight. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/ellis-kiss.jpg">> I leaned in for the kiss, eager to taste them and feel them against me, my body rushing to press against them. While stunned by my initial approach, they later took it in stride, eager to seduce me with their lips. And boy did they know how to kiss. A perfect balance between forceful and soft, their beautiful kisses raised my passion for them, as their hands drifted behind me to hold me close. I felt safe, comforted, eager to be kissing them back and feel their body against mine. I was loving their passionate kisses and was trading them back. <<s Ellis>>Oh you're gay gay.<</s>> They said, before kissing me again, smirking through their kissing. <<s Author>>For you.<</s>> I said, moving back in. Our bodies were floating around each other's, a beautiful tango of love and passion, as we kissed one another with passion and vigor. I had the hots for them, and I showed it. They were reciprocating these intense feelings too. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/ellis-morekiss.jpg">> <<s Ellis>>You're good.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're perfect.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>I know.<</s>> The confidence they spoke with turned me on. Were all non-binary people that attractive? They had to be, they built themselves up to be so! The movie soon ended, us still distracted by our passionate kissing. <<s stranger>>Turn the lights on! We can't see where we're going!<</s>> A voice called out from the auditorium below, hidden from sight. <<light Ellis>> moved me away just a bit, before flipping the switch for the lights. <<s Ellis>>We'll have to carry this another time.<</s>> They announced. I felt needy, but nodded in acceptance. //When would next time be?// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Passionately kiss them" "Bisexuality not high enough">><</if>> <<if $Ellis gte 3 or $bisex gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I'd like to try it">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I don't know if it was because I felt close to them or because I was actually curious of what something like this would feel like, but I leaned into the feeling as I felt myself nodding as I spoke: <<s Author>>I'd like to try it.<</s>> I announced, looking at them and what they do. They smirked, gave a soft nod, and spoke: <<s Ellis>>You can always back away.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/ellis-kiss.jpg">> They leaned in, their lips pressing against mine, the softness of them clashing with the strength of their kiss. I felt myself lean forward a bit. <<light Ellis>> moved back, looking at me. My lips slowly parted. They smiled and leaned back in, placing another kiss on them as their tongue went out to softly play with my lips. I moved back. <<s Ellis>>Was that too much?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not at all. I just want to savor it.<</s>> This time, I was the one to lean in and kiss them, my own tongue coming out to play and tickle their lips. <<s Ellis>>Another one bites the dust.<</s>> They said in between kisses, loving me back and fighting me with their own tongue. The beautiful balance between strength and softness in them made me fall even deeper in the hole. <<s Ellis>>You're a good kisser.<</s>> They announced as we took a break. <<s stranger>>Turn the lights on! We can't see where we're going!<</s>> A voice called out from the auditorium below, hidden from sight. It turned out the movie had ended while we were distracted by our naughty activity. <<light Ellis>> moved me away just a bit, before flipping the switch for the lights. <<s Ellis>>We'll have to carry this another time.<</s>> They announced. I wasn't ready to end it, but accepted the verdict nonetheless. //When would next time be?// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bisex gte 3>><<dark "I'd like to try it" "Not close enough">><<elseif $Ellis gte 3>><<dark "I'd like to try it." "Not bisexual enough">><</if>> <<if $smarts lte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>You're basically a man">><<less "Ellis" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I tried to give myself a logical explanation to what I was about to do. <<s Author>>You're basically a man, that doesn't make me queer.<</s>> As I leaned in softly to kiss them, they moved away. <<s Ellis>>Seriously? No. I am not "basically a man".<</s>> They frowned at me. <<s Ellis>>I am more than that, and not that at all. I'm not even on the binary, <<print $name>>.<</s>> They were actually sad, furious at my statement. <<s Author>>I'm sorry. I'm not gay.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Kissing me wouldn't make you gay. I'm not a girl either.<</s>> They were quick to reply. <<s Ellis>>Maybe you are just an ally. A confused one, at that.<</s>> They said, moving away. There goes that opportunity. <<s Author>>Sorry. I guess I still have a lot to learn.<</s>> I said, taking my distance. <<s Ellis>>You do.<</s>> And on that bitter tone, we spent the next half an hour guarding the location silently, watching the movie from our perched spot. It honestly was a beautiful movie... But I felt uneasy about my actions. <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're basically a man" "We're smart enough to know that they're not.">><</if>> <<link "Maybe it's better not to do this">><<replace "#choices">>At these statements, at the mention of what kissing them might mean for my person, I felt myself hesitate. <<s Author>>I think... Maybe I'm not ready to answer that question.<</s>> I said, moving away. They smiled softly at me. <<s Ellis>>I get you. There is no pressure in finding yourself.<</s>> They said, moving back as well and giving me my space. <<s Ellis>>Though if you ever feel like discussing the subject with me, I'm always open to it.<</s>> They announced, their smile still radiating. I felt myself smile back in recognition. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I then thought to add: <<s Author>>At least I know that with people like you and me, I'd be safe to show rejection.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Oh that's for sure.<</s>> They replied, suddenly thoughtful. I kept it at that, moving my attention back to the movie and the actions happening on the screen. I might've been growing open to experiences, but I felt like something in me drew lines to certain things. I was happy to be finding myself more as time went by. <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("MovieLeo")>><div id='continue'><<s Author>>Thank you for taking care of this.<</s>> I told my friend before heading back towards my seat, eager to find an answer to my question about <<light Leo>>. But lo and behold, as I made my way towards him in his seat, I noticed him standing to walk out in a hurry, his mind surely plagued by our recent encounter. I really had to see where this would take us. Silently, I followed him out, him not noticing my presence, as he made his way towards the bathroom. Yet again, my friend had decided to visit the women's bathroom. I smiled to myself as I followed him there. <<link "Open the door">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "At the toilets">> The clean bathroom greeted me with its earie silence, broken only by a <<light Leo>> that was situating himself in one of the stalls. I calmly approached the stall. <<s Author>>Hey Leo is everything okay?<</s>> I asked him, voice rising to break the silence. <<s Leo>><<print $name>>. Eum yeah it's all good. I'll see you at our seats.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you sure? You seemed to be out of shape. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable...<</s>> From behind the stall door, <<light Leo>> spoke up. <<s Leo>>Not at all, not at all... I just... Need time.<</s>> He said. There was something weird about this whole thing, but then again my friend was always a weird person. I didn't know whether I should push him for an answer or let it slide... <div id="choices"><<link "Insist that he tells me">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Come on Leo. We're way past this secrecy, don't you think?<</s>> I said through the door, hoping he'd be open to share what seemed to be plaguing him. A moment of silence followed, before he decided to speak up and share: <<s Leo>>I have no idea how you guessed it, but it was the underwear. And now, it's become too tight to just keep sitting there and watch that film.<</s>> He announced, no doubt blushing as his voice cracked. <<s Author>>Seriously? Too tight? You mean...<</s>> My mind was swimming with the possibilities. <<s Leo>>Yes. I don't know why. Maybe it's cause you know what I have on, maybe it's because of the material, or the movie, or being in them in public... I don't know.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh Leo that's totally normal. And somehow flattering?<</s>> I said through the door, hearing him squirm inside. <<s Leo>>Yeah. Regardless, I need to deal with it, let it subside, before I can make it back out... Soo...<</s>> He let his voice linger, implying what he needed to do but not quite convincing me with it. I had the opportunity to have some fun of my own in this secluded bathroom. <<light Jasmin>> doesn't have to be the only one to have fun tonight! <div id="choices2"><<link "Insist he opens the stall">><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I felt compelled, I needed... There was something undeniably intriguing about the person inside of the stall and their current predicament. I felt like I needed to see my friend in his underwear, in his boner... <<s Author>>Open the door.<</s>> I called, making my request of him. <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>Open the door. You felt something when I called you out in public. Lean into the feeling.<</s>> I explained, tapping softly on the stall door. My tone played around in the pregnant air. Aa few silent, heavy moments later, the stall door opened. Inside, <<light Leo>> had his pants on. <<s Author>>Why are these on? Take them off.<</s>> I said, hoping he'd follow the request. He looked at me, took a moment, then decided to comply. <<s Leo>>Okay...<</s>> He agreed, lowering his pants and revealing the underwear inside. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>><<picmid "events/leoevents/boxers.jpg">><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20>><<picmid "events/leoevents/panties.jpg">><</if>> Standing there in his underwear, a shy <<light Leo>> bravely kept them on display, choosing not to hide them with his hands. I acknowledged that. <<s Author>>Yes! Wear them confidently. They look good on you.<</s>> His boner, hidden inside his underwear, gave me a little nod of appreciation at my comment. I smiled to myself. Despite the tightness of the material, his penis was definitely on the more manageable side of things as it kept to its boundaries, still snug in its home. <<s Author>>They fit you really well.<</s>> I commented, and he blushed yet again. <<s Author>>Come on, let's deal with this shall we?<</s>> I said, pushing him back on the toilet seat and taking my seat on his lap. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/leo-sitting.jpg">> I smiled at his as I saw his squirm, on edge, allowing my hand to drift slowly lower until it reached his hidden python (more like snake or worm if anything). <<s Leo>><<print $name>>...<</s>> <<s Author>>Shhh. Let me do my thing.<</s>> I said enticingly, smiling sweetly at my friend as my hand started rubbing him through the fabric. <<s Author>>You haven't felt that before, right?<</s>> I teased as I looked at him sweetly struggling with my touch. <<s Leo>>I...<</s>> He squirmed. <<s Leo>>Not like this.<</s>> I understood what he meant, my hand still teasing playfully. <<s Author>>Someone's been enjoying his new underwear a bit too much, haven't you?<</s>> <<light Leo>> struggled to find his words, bombarded with the masterful manipulations and the psychological teasing. <<s Leo>>How could I not?<</s>> He whispered in between shuddered breaths, confirming my suspicion. He was a sexual being, who was starting to discover himself a bit more every day. We weren't so different, him and I... <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I whispered in his ear before nibbling at it. And apparently, this was the move that broke the dam. He shuddered, moaning into my neck, cumming in this tight embrace, soiling his undies. <<s Author>>Goood boy.<</s>> I repeated, enticing him to spurt into my palm, smiling to myself and at him at his perceived weakness. His breath caught. He moaned out. <<s Leo>>Oh <<print $name>>... This was...<</s>> He was at a loss of words, but still tried. <<s Author>>I know. You did well.<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Leo>>Thank you.<</s>> He whispered softly, catching his breath. <<s Author>>I'll see you around.<</s>> I teased, moving away from him. //I'd say this was a successful event all in all...// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Guide him through the door">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices2">>My friend was struggling, in need. And I felt like helping him. <<s Author>>Hey maybe I can help you make it go.<</s>> I said through the stall door, still separated from him. <<s Leo>>How?<</s>> <<s Author>>I could describe some stuff maybe? Like a rotten egg dripping slowly on your head.<</s>> I started, smiling. <<s Leo>>Ew, no! Please!<</s>> He called out through the door. <<s Author>>What, you don't want disgusting stuff to help it go away?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's physical, <<print $name>>. Not mental. I'm not turned on but my body is.<</s>> <<s Author>>What does that mean?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Forget it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well what if we allow your mind to join in?<</s>> <<light Leo>> remained calm. <<s Author>>Like for example, imagining someone hot in front of you. Someone with a hot body, naked.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's supposed to help?<</s>> He asked, his voice softer this time. He was engaged at least. <<s Author>>Give me a name.<</s>> I said, wanting to help him in this fantasy. <<s Leo>>I... Julio.<</s>> He gave me our friend's name. <<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Author>>He's hot. And pretty gay.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I guess. So he won't mind it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Mind what? Being naked in front of you?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah...<</s>> <<s Author>>You imagining him, his body, his black cock?<</s>> I continued my teasing. <<light Leo>> took a moment, before replying. <<s Leo>>Yes. All of those.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you playing with yourself?<</s>> I asked, eagerly. <<s Leo>>No..<</s>> His voice was soft. Weak. <<s Author>>It's okay, I am too.<</s>> I said, my hand slowly drifting to rub against my snatch. He remained silent. <<s Author>>Can you imagine his hard, naked, gay body in front of you? Slowly approaching you, looming over you.<</s>> I described, closing my eyes as I imagined what happened right on the other side of that door. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/leo-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Author>>He's naked, his cock is in your face... Big. Black. Cock. Swinging. Swaying from side to side. What will you do?<</s>> I needed him to join the fantasy. I needed him to help me just as I was helping him. <<s Leo>>I'd... I'd suck him. Take his cock in my mouth.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes...<</s>> <<s Leo>>And I'd help him. While playing with myself.<</s>> He continued, taken by the fantasy. <<s Author>>Are you?<</s>> I asked him, wanting to know if he had joined me in playing with himself. <<s Leo>>Yes. I am.<</s>> <<s Author>>Good Leo.<</s>> I praised my friend, enticing him to do more, to share more. <<s Leo>>Are you?<</s>> He asked back, his breath starting to get a bit heavier. <<s Author>>I am.<</s>> I admitted to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/me-masturbation.jpg">> The next couple of minutes passed like that, in relative silence, as we heard one another get closer and closer to our respective climaxes. <<s Author>>Are you getting close?<</s>> I asked, eagerly. <<s Leo>>Yes. I... I am.<</s>> <<s Author>>Still sucking him off?<</s>> I asked, wanting him to describe what he was imagining. <<s Leo>>Yeah. And you're watching.<</s>> His fantasy involved me? I was silent for a moment, before deciding to speak up. <<s Author>>Only watching?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Leo>>Yeah. I'm being gay in front of you.<</s>> He said, his breath catching with these words. <<s Author>>Gay...<</s>> I repeated, as his breath caught even more. <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you gay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>No. I'm bi.<</s>> He admitted, his breathing quickening. <<s Author>>But right now you're being gay. You have me, yet you choose Julio. Gay.<</s>> I decided to press the button. And it paid off. <<light Leo>>'s breathing got very quick, very fast, as he reached his sudden climax, softly groaning at the feelings that washed over him. While I didn't reach his level of satisfaction, I was still enjoying his noise and whimpers across the stall door, as he flowed through the climax and found his satisfaction. I smiled at the advancement. <<s Author>>Good gay.<</s>> I praised, my compliment met with a whimper from the queer next door. I'd say that was a successful event! <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let him deal with it alone.">><<replace "#choices2">>But then again, he needed his space and had asked for it. <<s Author>>Alright Leo, you've got it.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'll go back to the movie. Don't be too long.<</s>> Despite my excitement at the prospect of what he might be doing and how he might look in that stall, I had to respect his privacy. Also, <<light Jasmin>> did count on me to make sure that everything would go smoothly at the event... I headed back to my seat in the auditorium. <<light Leo>> took quite a while to join me again, and by then the movie neared its end. <<s Author>>All good?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> He softly said, red in the face. I let the whole event slide as we said our goodbyes. //I'm glad I was there to give him comfort in this new trial of his. I'll give him his space to deal with it now though.// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it go">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I see, alright. As you wish.<</s>> I had decided to respect my friend's privacy. <<s Author>>See you back out there!<</s>> I announced, before heading back to the auditorium to continue the movie. <<light Leo>> took quite a while to join me again, and by then the movie neared its end. <<s Author>>All good?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> He softly said, red in the face. I let the whole event slide as we said our goodbyes. //Whatever it was, it must have been personal. I'll give him his space.// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Event!">></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>>I did not understand the feelings I was having. I needed to sort through them. And what better way to do so than to be near the person that caused them? Excusing myself from <<light Ellis>>' side, I headed back down to my seat as the movie played, trying to wiggle my way back to be next to <<light Yara>>. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-seduction.jpg">> <<s Yara>>And so you return.<</s>> She commented, seeing me arrive. <<s Author>>How could I not.<</s>> I replied, my heart beating a bit faster. I looked over. Her hand had found its way to my other friend's thigh. <<light Eva>>, noticing me looking, placed her hand on top of <<light Yara>>, stopping her soft exploration. There was an internal struggle happening with my repressed friend, and she tried to deal with in adequately. There was an equally powerful struggle flowing through me. <<light Eva>> had admitted some queer feelings to me last time we hung out at her place. She had shared about her doubts regarding it, about how she struggled... And <<light Yara>> was helping her push her boundaries, her hand exploring her body and helping her discover her limits... And I... Was jealous? Grateful? And not only of <<light Yara>>, but of my nerdy friend as well? Why was <<light Yara>> giving her attention and not me? Did I need to claim that attention, rope her away? Share it? I was so confused, and lost, and emotional... <<s Yara>>Is everything okay?<</s>> My athletic friend budged in, her attention turning to me. I was still confused, lost. And she looked at me, a small spark appearing in her eye. A beautiful, enticing twinkle. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Claim her away with a kiss">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-kiss1.jpg">> It didn't matter who I was jealous of, or who I was trying to rope in. I needed to assert my presence one way or the other. My eyes kept their focus on hers as my hand rose to grab the back of her head. Her whole body turned towards mine as she gave me the attention I demanded, her physical language showing eagerness. I dove in, tasting her lips with mine and controlling her body, as I kissed her with passion. <<light Yara>> whimpered, her moan stiffled by my controlling mouth, as my tongue went out to play with her lips. She was caught unguarded, as her body reacted to my actions, her change in demeanor alerting our friend of something happening. <<s Eva>>What are you-<</s>> Our nerdy friend's voice lingered, as <<light Yara>> moved her hand away from her, to place it on the side of my face, tenderly. It felt good to feel her hot body, as I let my hand drift down in exploration, finding its way across her belly, my kisses still exploring her beautiful lips. <<s Yara>>Mmmm...<</s>> She moaned with abandon, enjoying our fun together and looking for more. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-kiss2.jpg">> I moved back, breaking the oral contact, turning my attention back to the movie. <<light Yara>>'s whole posture changed, as she leaned towards my side. I allowed my hand to rest on her thigh possessively, as she entertwined her fingers with mine. <<light Eva>> might not have been the happiest with that latest development, but at least she's not the one playing these games. She'll find her peace with it eventually... <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Claim her away with a kiss" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Grab her hand and place it on my thigh">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices">>Something needed to be done. A thirst needed to be quenched. I barely controlled my body as I felt myself grab her hand as I did before, and place in on my thigh, voicelessly making my request of her. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-fingering.jpg">> She smiled, her bright eyes making my heart race as I looked into them as felt her possessively hold onto my inner thigh. Her hand started groping and drifting, caressing me as I closed my eyes in appreciation. On the other side of her, <<light Eva>>'s self-control lessened as her walls came crashing down, her hands losing the battle against <<light Yara>>'s and her legs opening up for her. Mine did the same, beckoning her to have open access to my treasure. Treasure? What treasure? I wanted it pillaged. Her hands slowly started drifting higher, playfully, teasingly. I looked at her, wanting to beg, wanting to ask her for more. She smiled as she kept watching the movie. Beyond her, <<light Eva>> had decided to do the same as I was, looking in our lover's direction, and our eyes caught. Blushing, we both softly averted our gaze. Here we were, two nerdy friends who a few days or weeks ago were talking about discovering ourselves beyond education, being controlled and educated on our bodies' reactions by our dominant, athletic friend. I stiffled a moan as <<light Yara>>'s hand ventured further up, brushing against what little fabric covered my... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-fingering2.jpg">> <<s Eva>>Mmmm..<</s>> My friend moaned out, catching my attention, as I noticed <<light Yara>> was doing the same to her. I didn't know what would please her more, me moaning higher or me being in control of myself. But then again, I had no control, as I alternated between squirming and trying to hide my excitement. But my lover was relentless, and her hands were not tiring anytime soon. She continued her assault on both of us, attacking our needy lips and pushing us to our edge. No control, no words. At the worse of times, as the heat of the moment rose higher and higher, our common lover stopped her assault, leaving us panting and in need. <<s Author>>Why did you stop?<</s>> I whimpered in a raspy breath, looking at her for an answer. <<s Yara>>Movie's over.<</s>> She announced, smiling, as she licked her fingers seductively. <<s Yara>>I can't wait to taste it straight from the source.<</s>> She continued teasingly. I had to bit my lip to stop myself from giving another ellicit moan as the lights turned back on in the whole room. I looked down. Beneath me, the seat was drenched with my juices. <<s Yara>>What a waste.<</s>> She teased, standing up and leaving the two of us alone. I looked at <<light Eva>>, who looked back at me. <<s Author>>That was...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Amazing.<</s>> She didn't let me finish, just like <<light Yara>> had done. <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It's nothing. Nothing.">><<replace "#choices">>I looked into her brown, engaging eyes. My eyes wavered and drifted lower, seeing her hand again on my friend's thigh, exploring despite the arm trying to stop it. I didn't find it in me to do anything about it. <<s Author>>It's nothing. Nothing.<</s>> I said, deafeated, before turning to look at the screen again. For the rest of the film, I tried to keep my attention drifted to the screen, watching the action unfold as musical numbers followed one another. Yet my eyes wandered every once in a while, watching the progression of the seduction happening right nearby, as <<light Yara>> slowly roped my friend in, taking more and more of her, until eventually all her defenses were gone and she was like putty in her hands. I didn't know why or who I was jealous of. All I know is that it felt heavy. The event might have been a success, but I really needed to know what my priorities were... Was I simply an ally, or was I truly part of this community? Why did I stop myself from being... Me? <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>Developer's note: There is some sort of a mistake, retrace your steps and change your choices please! <3 <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> The president of the club took central stage as she addressed all of us. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you all for coming to the movie night earlier last week.<</s>> She'd said, looking at everyone. <<if $club.has("MovieSeen")>>Her wink towards me told all I needed to knwo about how she felt about it, and the time she was able to spend with a certain someone there...<<else>>She barely looked at me, almost dismissive as I realized I'd forgotten all about it, and the club's activities <<less "Jasmin" 5>><</if>> <<s Jasmin>>Unfortunately for us, a huge problem still persists, despite our success.<</s>> I knew what was coming. <<s Jasmin>>The issue of the supervisor still persists.<</s>> She explained. If I wanted this club to mean something in my applications, I needed to make sure that I was involved in the next steps... <<link "Move along" "HRC">><</link>>

<center><img src="images/locations/mall.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Our club, ready to share a positive message of growth and humanity, gathers at the mall and starts distributing flyers to random people across the place. Unfortunately, things don't seem to be finding the traction we need them to, and I was at a loss for options on what to do... <div id="choices"><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/flyers.jpg">> <<if $hrcrole is "vice">><<link "Throw flyers around">><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Having prepared for such an eventuality, I have decided to print out additional papers. Not restricting ourselves to just the mall, we started distributing papers to all the cars parked around it, propping the flyers on the windshields. If they won't care at the mall at least the flyers will follow them home! <<link "Move along" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Throw flyers around" "I'm not leading the club.">><</if>> <<if $hrcrole is "media">><<link "Film a Social Media trend">><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Even if the project wasn't successful, our social media image of it doesn't need to be! We decided to stage a social media trend with people at the mall, asking them harcore human rights questions and shaming them for their wrong answers. It might be morally gray, but at least it'll have people talking! <<link "Move along" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Film a Social Media trend" "I'm not the media person">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Try to learn from our mistakes for next time">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Looking at all the facts of the event and what it means, <<light Jasmin>> and I made sure to evaluate every step of the way correctly. Maybe if we know exactly what went wrong we could fix it for next time... Good paperwork means good follow-ups after all... <<link "Move along" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Lose hope">><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Feeling dejected, I couldn't find it in me to stay engaged in what was happening, instead deciding to dissociate and let time fly by. <<link "Move along" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/flyers2.jpg">> At one point of us distributing these flyers and sharing our positive message, I notice <<light Mya>> and <<light Samuel>> hanging around there, walking together. <<s Author>>Hello you two!<</s>> I smiled wide as I approached them. Their demeanor changed a bit as they moved slightly away from one another. //Are they dating?// I already had moved my hand forward with a flyer, which the chear co-captain took from me as <<light Samuel>> spoke. <<s Samuel>>Hey <<print $name>>! How's it going?<</s>> <<s Author>>Just some HRC stuff.<</s>> I answered him, <<s Author>>Nothing too exciting.<</s>> I wanted to be sly about it, and I could see a smile appear on his face when I said that. <<light Mya>> was quick to interject in the conversation. <<s Mya>>HRC?<</s>> <<s Author>>Human Rights Club.<</s>> I answered, turning my attention towards her. <<s Mya>>So this... Human Rights Club... What exactly are you fighting for? What's the reason behind it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well we defend all rights, humans have the right to be equal as our consitution and the international declaration of human rights tell us.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Well that's some generic bullshit.<</s>> She quipped, eliciting a laugh from her date - or friend - or whatever, <<s Mya>>There is a disproportion in society and THAT needs to be fixed. Can't go preaching about all being equal when certain people don't wanna go down to help.<</s>> I could feel a pressure that I wasn't expecting from the encounter, as I realized that the woman was quite opinionated already, and maybe more than eager to have such an intense conversation. <<s Mya>>Fighting for all rights means fighting for no one. Whatever you end up doing, commit.<</s>> She said. And I found that she did have a point in her claim. Whatever I'd decide, I needed to show commitment to the choice. <<s Mya>>So what are you really fighting for?<</s>> She asked again, placing me on the spot once more in front of the man she was out with, the man that was now looking at me with interest. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Our club will probably address racial injustice.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<add "worship" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I took a breath before making my claim. <<s Author>>Our club will probably address racial injustice.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>Our president is clearly a huge activist in that regards, and I do believe that we're the ones to lead such a fight.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Really?<</s>> <<s Author>>We come from a place of privilege.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>And so we need to be the ones to show that we understand that privilege, and are working to rectify it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know it's easier said than done; but at the end of the day, we have to start somewhere so that we can give room for the voices that need to be heard. You're welcome to join us and help guide the conversation.<</s>> I could see interest in the two of them, but also in my friend <<light Jasmin>> that was listening in on the conversation, a smile spreading on her face. <<s Mya>>You know... I might just take you up on that offer.<</s>> The cheer co-captain said, actually thoughtful, before her and her date (?) walked away. Though as she left, I realized that the woman was right in a statement she'd done earlier. The club needed a clear direction moving forward, and I was sure that the coming week will bring clarity regarding that in particular. <<link "Wrap up the event" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Our club will probably address queer inequalities.">><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I took a breath before making my claim. <<s Author>>Our club will probably address queer inequalities.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>A lot of people at school are struggling with their gender identity and sexuality, and some don't even know how fruity they really are.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Oh really?<</s>> It seemed like my claim peaked her interest, at least in the playful manner that such topics need to be discussed. <<s Author>>Well yeah, and with the help of people like Ellis, I am sure we'd be able to help a lot of people at least accept that straightness is overrated.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Oh <<print $name>> I didn't know you swung that way!<</s>> She teased, to the benefit of her date (?) who was watching the conversation unfold stoicly. <<s Ellis>>I didn't know it either.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> butted into the conversation. <<s Mya>>I might just join, be a good ally and all.<</s>> The cheer co-captain teased before heading in her own direction with the man she'd been walking with. <<s Ellis>>Told you you're a good ally.<</s>> The enby added to me, as <<light Jasmin>> saw this entire conversation unfold. Though as <<light Mya>> left, I realized that my mind was still with what she'd said, right in her claims. The club needed a clear direction moving forward, and I was sure that the coming week will bring clarity regarding that in particular. <<link "Wrap up the event" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Our club will probably empower women to claim equality.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<less "worship" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I took a breath before making my claim. <<s Author>>Our club will probably empower women to claim equality.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>Help them make their own choices, show that there is a way to a more equal society.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Oh really?<</s>> It was clear that the cheerleader's interest was peaked. <<s Author>>I believe that we're uniquely situated to fight for the rights of individuals that are constantly being taken for granted.<</s>> I explained. <<s Mya>>Oh I agree. I'd love to see some of these "athletes" we cheer for show true appreciation to our craft.<</s>> She was well on board. <<s Mya>>What do you think, Samuel?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> smiled, and I knew his comment would be a quirky one. <<s Samuel>>I'm all in favor of a woman being on top, really.<</s>> He said, laughing. <<s Mya>>Naughty guy.<</s>> The woman laughed at his statement, despite the raunchy nature of it. <<s Mya>>That HRC thing does seem interesting... I might pass by.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>You're most welcome to, Mya.<</s>> She smiled, then winked. <<s Mya>>See you around darling.<</s>> As she left, I realized that the woman was right in her previous claim. The club needed a clear direction moving forward, and I was sure that the coming week will bring clarity regarding that in particular. <<link "Wrap up the event" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Look for someone to bail me out">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While she way right, I had no idea what to say to convince her of the necessity of what we were doing. //Why exactly were we doing this?// Shyly looking around, I notice <<light Jasmin>> watching the scene, and signal her to take the lead. Edging into the conversation, she speaks out. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. You're absolutely right. Some people are not willing to speak up for their fellow humans, probably because they are afraid of what the repercussions might be on them in their personal lives. But who cares about your personal life if freedoms are being taken away from you in public?? If we do not mobilize now, fight for people's right to exist freely now, fight for an equitable world that gives the opportunity for marginalized people to voice their opinions, we will all lose our rights. And those with privilege, like me, are meant to be the first people at the forefront of the fight, and pay back what our ancestors stole from others decades ago, with blood, sweat and tears if need be. We want to empower people to do what's right for a more just and equal world. I vow to you, that is the mission of the HRC at the high school, and that is our one chief goal.<</s>> <<s Mya>>See I like you, Jasmin.<</s>> The cheerleader said, half to my benefit to hear, <<s Mya>>You really know how to make people like me feel comfortable. Something for <<print $name>> here to learn from.<</s>> <<light Samuel>>, next to her, didn't seem entirely thrilled by the way I'd conducted myself, apparently let down by my diminution. <<s Jasmin>>Consider joining us.<</s>> Our president said then, before walking away. <<s Mya>>For her, I just might.<</s>> The co-captain teased before walking away with her date herself. I felt frustrated with how things evolved, but truly felt like I couldn't have done more. //At least <<light Jasmin>> was there to bail me out.// <<link "Wrap up the event" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<pic Ella>><</pic>> My friend was hanging out in the corridors, and willing to talk, and I figured the best way to broach the subject was to simply go for it. <<s Author>>The HRC needs your help.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>What do you need?<</s>> She seemed willing. <<s Author>>I need you to send me a pic that sends a humanitarian message. A portrait and a small caption.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ok wow that seems complicated.<</s>> <<s Author>>It really isn't. If you had the HRC account and could say something through it, what would you say?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing much. I don't know.<</s>> She was hesitant, and understandably so. <<s Author>>Look you don't need to make any big claims, but it could be anything.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Can you give me an example?<</s>> I knew that whatever example I gave her would be the one she'd most likely follow. And maybe that'd be the easiest thing to do for any of it. I also knew that her subject was a clear one, where feminism needed to include her in any of the claims that it did. <div id='choices'><<link "You could talk about feminism">><<add "fem" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Leo Fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about feminism, how it helps everyone be in a better world instead on only cis women.<</s>> She seemed thoughtful, and then just as expected, gave me exactly that: <<s Leo>>I think I have a picture in mind to show people that feminism is about freedom of choice. And well for the caption, it should be something easy.<</s>> The next half an hour were spent preparing the post that my friend wanted, and putting it online. I knew I'd be able to catch it tomorrow from my own socials to like. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Queer doesn't necessarily mean gay" "Ella is more than that.">></div><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend was hanging out in the corridors, and willing to talk, and I figured the best way to broach the subject was to simply go for it. <<s Author>>The HRC needs your help.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>What do you need?<</s>> They seemed willing. <<s Author>>I need you to send me a pic that sends a humanitarian message. A portrait and a small caption.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ok wow that seems complicated.<</s>> <<s Author>>It really isn't. If you had the HRC account and could say something through it, what would you say?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing much. I don't know.<</s>> They were hesitant, and understandably so. <<s Author>>Look you don't need to make any big claims, but it could be anything.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Can you give me an example?<</s>> I knew that whatever example I gave them would be the one they'd most likely follow. And maybe that'd be the easiest thing to do for any of it. I also knew there was one thing that they truly encapsulated, having come out as non-binary very recently. <div id='choices'><<dark "You could talk about feminism." "Leo is more than only femme.">> <<link "Queer doesn't necessarily mean gay">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Leo LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We both know you're not entirely straight, but being queer doesn't necessarily mean being gay. And also, it'd be a nice message for the LGBT aspect of the HRC to be inclusive the way we know it should be.<</s>> I said enthusiastically, something that robbed off on my friend. <<s Leo>>I know exactly what you're talking about. The duality of man and woman is something annoying, that we could definitely be talking about. I have the pic for that.<</s>> The next half an hour were spent preparing the post that my friend wanted, and putting it online. I knew I'd be able to catch it tomorrow from my own socials to like. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend was hanging out in the corridors, and willing to talk, and I figured the best way to broach the subject was to simply go for it. <<s Author>>The HRC needs your help.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>What do you need?<</s>> He seemed willing. <<s Author>>I need you to send me a pic that sends a humanitarian message. A portrait and a small caption.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ok wow that seems complicated.<</s>> <<s Author>>It really isn't. If you had the HRC account and could say something through it, what would you say?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing much. I don't know.<</s>> He was hesitant, and understandably so. <<s Author>>Look you don't need to make any big claims, but it could be anything.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Can you give me an example?<</s>> I knew that whatever example I gave him would be the one he'd most likely follow. And maybe that'd be the easiest thing to do for any of it. <div id='choices'><<link "You could talk about feminism">><<add "fem" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Leo Fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about feminism, how it helps everyone be in a better world instead on only women.<</s>> He seemed thoughtful, and then just as expected, gave me exactly that: <<s Leo>>I think I have a picture in mind to show people that feminism is about freedom of choice. And well for the caption, it should be something easy.<</s>> The next half an hour were spent preparing the post that my friend wanted, and putting it online. I knew I'd be able to catch it tomorrow from my own socials to like. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Queer doesn't necessarily mean gay">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Leo LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We both know you're not entirely straight, but being queer doesn't necessarily mean being gay. And also, it'd be a nice message for the LGBT aspect of the HRC to be inclusive the way we know it should be.<</s>> I said enthusiastically, something that robbed off on my friend. <<s Leo>>I know exactly what you're talking about. The duality of man and woman is something annoying, that we could definitely be talking about. I have the pic for that.<</s>> The next half an hour were spent preparing the post that my friend wanted, and putting it online. I knew I'd be able to catch it tomorrow from my own socials to like. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/leo-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>Meet Leo, who says: "Being queer doesn't necessarily mean being gay. Androgyny exists, and it's beautiful."<<else>>Meet Leo, who says: "There are multiple layers to being queer, everyone carries it. What are your layers?"<</if>></div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>What a pretty person! <3<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Pretty boi<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Yeah this one should definitely get blacked.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Sexy as always!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Sexy as always!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Prettiest man out there">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Prettiest man out there">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set _comment to "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/leo-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>Meet Ella, who says: "Feminism is not only about cis women's rights, it's about everyone's right to discover femininity without fear."<<else>>Meet Leo, who says: "Feminism is not only about women's right, it's about everyone's right to embrace honesty without fear."<</if>></div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>What a pretty person! <3<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Pretty boi<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Yeah this one should definitely get blacked.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Sexy as always!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Sexy as always!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Prettiest man out there">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Prettiest man out there">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set _comment to "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> The president of the HRC should definitely write something and have a featured post of her own at our school. I'd talk to her about it. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. I should get involved.<</s>> My friend admitted openly as I approached her with the idea. <<s Jasmin>>But I honestly don't know what to write under my picture.<</s>> Thankfully, I wouldn't have to choose her picture for her too. But then again, I knew what my <<light Jasmin>> would want to talk about deep down. Did I want to give her that or lead her a bit more towards my way of thinking? <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>After all, there was only one thing that she could really talk about.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "Obviously the HRC is about the BLM movement first and foremost.">><<add "blm" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jasmin BLM" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think you and I both know why you started this movement in the first place. We need to be honest about that if we want to truly show the professors what we really aim to have out of it.<</s>> I said clearly. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. Black lives matter for sure.<</s>> She said, joining her voice to mine. I'd get to see her final caption tomorrow on instagram. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<dark "Obviously the HRC is about welcoming anyone, it's about diversity" "No, it's about getting blacked and we needed to admit it to ourselves.">><<else>><<link "Obviously the HRC is about welcoming anyone, it's about diversity.">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jasmin LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The HRC might have started as a way to help the BLM movement at one time, but we both agree that it has grown beyond that in recent weeks.<</s>> I said to her, making my idea clear. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. There's a lot of people that have come to me saying that I've given them a safe space. I think I could talk about that in the caption.<</s>> I decided to leave her behind as she remained thoughtful on her caption. I guess I'll see what she comes up with by looking at instagram tomorrow... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jasmin-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jasmin, our president! "The HRC is a safe space for a lot of people. A beacon of diversity and acceptance. For these people who do not have a home, we are your home. You don't have to hide your reality around us."</div><<comment "peachysport">>So happy to see the HRC being an embrace to those who don't have it!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Every day the HRC does the right move, and every day we're closer to a more beautiful world!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>I like this!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "President of the year!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "President of the year!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jasmin-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jasmin, our president! "Ever since its conception, the HRC has and always will be a space to defend human rights, especially those of marginalized communities that don't have the space to speak with the mainstream media. We are a voice for the BLM movement and all movement meant to bring equality where there once was disparity."</div><<comment "madadder">>A front for the BNWO. That's awesome!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>#OBLM!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Black is better!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "President of the year!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "President of the year!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Yara, can you help me with a post for the HRC?<</s>> I asked <<if $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem">>my partner<<else>>my close friend<</if>>, hoping I'd get her support. <<s Yara>>I'm not to support that BLM stuff. I've already done enough coming to your protests.<</s>> My <<if $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> was reticent to offer her aid. And there was more to the HRC than the BLM movement, and I needed to show her that. <div id='choices'><<link "The HRC also fights for all marginalized communities.">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Yara LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The HRC also fights for all marginalized communities, whether it's the queer community or otherwise.<</s>> I said. At that mention, my <<if $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>'s attitude changed, as she looked thoughtful. <<s Yara>>What exactly is it that you want?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>A post, to showcase the characters we have at school, to show the impact of the HRC to give voice to people.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Alright. I'll send you something later today.<</s>> I couldn't wait to see what kind of post she would come up with. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The HRC also fights for women's rights, Yara!">><<add "fem" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Yara Fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The HRC also fights for all marginalized communities, including women's rights! We're all about feminism and female empowerment!<</s>> I said. At that mention, my <<if $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>'s attitude changed, as she looked thoughtful. <<s Yara>>What exactly is it that you want?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>A post, to showcase the characters we have at school, to show the impact of the HRC to give voice to people.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Alright. I'll send you something later today.<</s>> I couldn't wait to see what kind of post she would come up with. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/yara-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Yara, our track athlete! "Apparently, the HRC is about welcoming colorful individuals that do not mind clowning around. Find your inner joy with me, your local colorful clown. :P"</div><<comment "peachysport">>Hit me up ladies for some colorful fun!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>This kind of beauty is what I aspire to! Wow!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Absolutely stunning!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Never knew clowns could be this hot!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Never knew clowns could be this hot!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Damn @peachysport you're looking fine!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Damn @peachysport you're looking fine!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/yara-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Yara, our track athlete! "Being a woman always meant having to hide behind baggy clothing not to be seen. That's not the world neither of us want to live in. Feminism and the HRC are essential to bring us back our freedoms."</div><<comment "peachysport">>And that's why I'd only show what's underneath to women. Hit me up.<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>All women are women!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Cute regardless!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Only I get to see my friend's true beauty!!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Only I get to see my friend's true beauty!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Feminism's where it's at!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Feminism's where it's at!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Ria>><</pic>> <<s Ria>>You want me to create a post for the HRC?<</s>> My friend was basically reiterating what I had already told her. <<s Ria>>Sure, I can talk about all the great work the club has put into feminism.<</s>> She said. After all, the whole Free the Nipple Protest took place because she was stopped at school. But then again, having her stand in front of our camera doesn't necessarily have to be related to the Feminism movement, right? <div id='choices'><<link "Can't wait for your feminist post!">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ria Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I can't wait for your feminist post!<</s>> I told her excitedly. <<s Ria>>You've got it.<</s>> She reassured me as she went away. I'd see what she came up with tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It doesn't have to be about feminism!">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ria BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>By the way, it doesn't have to be about feminism.<</s>> I said to my friend, gaining a weirded look from her. <<s Ria>>What do you mean? What else could it be about?<</s>> She asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>I mean that the club is about more than just feminism, and we'd like to show that more, it's about marginalized communities.<</s>> I said. The girl remained thoughtful, then nodded her head. <<s Ria>>Okay, I'll have something cooked for tonight.<</s>> She said. I'd see what she came up with tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ria-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ria, Debate Club president and friend of the HRC "My eyes are up here! Being a woman means constantly being objectified, regardless of what I do and how I dress. It's tan-lines. Live with it!"</div><<comment "jaystone">>You need some pearly white tanning cream girl.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>I prefer women with a bit more... Conversation.<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>The sweetest debate president!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Fantastic pic, amazing person!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Ria" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Fantastic pic, amazing person!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Feminism's where it's at!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Feminism's where it's at!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ria-blm.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ria, Debate Club president and friend of the HRC "I get to act out and lie on the floor, play around with how I look. Some people don't just by virtue of the color of their skin. Join the HRC to give them the freedom to do what they want and how they want it, just like a ditzy white girl like me."</div><<comment "jaystone">>This feels insensitive, but I don't know.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Ditzy, she says. She's the president of the debate club, come on!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>The sweetest debate president!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Damn I did not expect that!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Ria" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Damn I did not expect that!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> The black tape was already in my hand as I looked at my <<if $relationship is "EricExclusive" or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Open Relationship") or $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> for consent for the post we needed to create. <<s Author>>Oh come on, please!<</s>> <<s Eric>>But I don't understand the idea behind it!<</s>> He said worriedly. <<s Author>>It's basically to show people that we give space to others to speak in the HRC, besides the stereotypical white man.<</s>> I explained. <<s Eric>>Okay, but what exactly will you be writing as a caption, I got to know!<</s>> <<s Author>>It's up to you, Eric. What's a cause that you truly believe needs to be talked about?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Honestly, I have no idea?<</s>> //I could help guide him here...// <div id='choices'><<link "It's time to give women a voice.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eric Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's time to give women a voice. That's how you'll be a true ally.<</s>> I said to him. It didn't take much cajoling to get an okay out of him for me to firmly place my tape on his mouth. I'd see the post tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $ericcharacter is "Whipped" or $cuck gte 30>><<link "As a white man, it's clear the history of oppression that your ancestors has perpetuated.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eric BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I think it's best we follow the BLM route with this. You're a white man in a world that benefits you. What better way to show you're not going to follow the status quo than with black tape?<</s>> I said to him. It didn't take much cajoling to get an okay out of him for me to firmly place my tape on his mouth. I'd see the post tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "As a white man, it's clear the history of oppression that your ancestors have perpetuated" "Not whipped enough (30)">><</if>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eric-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eric: "I'm not the one to speak. Long have my people oppressed, it is time to give others the room to talk."</div><<comment "jaystone">>Good white boi knows his place.<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>It is what it is, white boi!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Eric should be an example to a lot of us.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Just another white boi in his rightful place.">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Just another white boi in his rightful place.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eric-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eric: "Time for men like me to take a seat and watch our women be empowered in this new world."</div><<comment "peachysport">>I like that idea.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Hey I can shut up too, if something pretty is placed on my face!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Good boy.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Good to see you know your place.">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Good to see you know your place.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Sasha>>The hottie from the library<</pic>> <<s Sasha>>Oh I'm definitely in!<</s>> The stranger from the library said as I elaborated the plan to create these posts to her. <<s Sasha>>Just tell me what kind of post you want me to create.<</s>> She said. Straight to the point, I liked that! <div id='choices'><<link "You could talk about feminism">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Sasha Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about feminism. After all, it's for everyone, is it not?<</s>> I asked her. She smiled. <<s Sasha>>Unlike what TERFs want everyone to believe, yes it is. I've got just the post for it.<</s>> She said excitedly. I couldn't wait to see what she prepared when I jump on my socials tomorrow. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "You could talk about being queer">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Sasha LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about being queer, an outsider to society.<</s>> She looked at me with sort of a stare, trying to see if I was truly an ally. <<s Author>>Don't worry. You don't have to share anything you don't want to.<</s>> I said reassuringly. She remained thoughtful for a moment, before making her decision. <<s Sasha>>Alright I'll see what I can do.<</s>> I'd have to wait to see what she came up with. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/sasha-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Sasha: "Feminism is for all women, regardless of what's in their swimsuit. So keep your eyes up where mine are when I demand equal pay."</div><<comment "peachysport">>Looking hot in that bikini!<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>That's one good looking babe!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Oh my!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Babe you look stunning!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Babe you look stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/sasha-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Sasha: "All women are women, regardless of what's in their swimsuits. Besides, I know you'd still wanna go to bed with me."</div><<comment "peachysport">>Looking hot in that bikini!<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>That's one good looking babe!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Oh my!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Babe you look stunning!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Babe you look stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Ellis, how's it going?<</s>> I approached my enby friend excited to offer them with the opportunity to aid the HRC, especially since they've put in effort into the club before. <<s Ellis>>I overheard you talking to Jasmin about the posts. I figure that's what you wanted to talk to me about?<</s>> They were a perceptive individual, that was for sure. <<s Author>>You got me.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>I've actually got a couple of posts in mind, but I wanted to run them by you, see which path you'd prefer to follow with the HRC.<</s>> They said. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Well the HRC has been going a lot of different ways these past weeks, so I'm trying to know what we're really concentrating on.<</s>> They explained. <<s Ellis>>Do we care more about queer rights or racial inequality?<</s>> That was a very valid point that left me thoughtful. <<s Ellis>>I know we want to carry all the issues in the world, but at a certain point we need to prioritize something you know...<</s>> They added. They had a point, what was the priority? Who were we going to attract with our posts? <div id='choices'><<link "I think race trumps all.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ellis BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think racial issues need to be at the forefront of our club. that's where the big issues lie.<</s>> I said. They didn't think long before stating: <<s Ellis>>You're right. I'll write something that I personally can attest to.<</s>> They replied. I was looking forward to discovering what they'd write. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The community needs its enby monarch.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ellis LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's obvious you're a driving force for the LGBT community at school. I think you need to carry that voice for the insta post.<</s>> I said. <<s Ellis>>I see you. And you're right. It's not easy to carry all that weight but I carry it!<</s>> They said sassily, elliciting a laugh from me. <<s Author>>The community needs its monarch!<</s>> I shot back. I'd see the post later on Instagram. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ellis-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ellis: "As a non-binary black individual, I get stares left and right. It's obviously because I'm attractive in both genders, but maybe being seen is not the same as being respected and valued? The HRC offer that room to say what I need to, and I need to say to all you haters and nay-sayers: I'm here, and I'm queer, so deal with it!"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>That's the vibes!!<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>Slay!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>The fiersest of them all!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "A monarch to appreciate!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set _comment to "A monarch to appreciate!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ellis-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ellis: "As a non-binary black individual, I know the fight for two different sides of my identity. And my hair is my identity, whether you like it or not. So stop asking me about it, stop mentioning it. You have no right to my expression, whether it be my gender or my race. I'm me, and I'm all my ancestors who were forced to cut their freedom in their chains."</div><<comment "jaystone">>Shout it from the rooftops!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>That's one heck of a caption!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>The fiersest of them all!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "A monarch to appreciate!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set _comment to "A monarch to appreciate!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Preach!!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Preach!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<else>><<pic Eva>><</pic>><</if>> <<s Eva>>Sure, I don't mind helping you with the posts.<</s>> My <<if $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> was eager to help, and looked at me for guidance on what to do. I had options in mind, but then again, I'd need to choose what exactly helped my goals at the HRC. <<s Eva>>What kind of post are you thinking about?<</s>> //What did I want her to show?// <div id='choices'><<link "Freedom as a woman">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eva Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I think you'd do something really cool for feminine freedom.<</s>> I said to her. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Eva>>Oh you got it you naughty little girl! Feminine freedom, ey?<</s>> I was slightly worried as to what my friend was starting to imaging she got to do wtih her post.<<else>><<s Eva>>You've got it.<</s>> I didn't need to worry too much about what my <<if $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>> would do.<</if>> Maybe I can see her post later today or tomorrow on my phone? <<link "Leave" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<dark "Queer freedom" "Belle no longer claims to be queer, she's simply a slut.">><<else>><<link "Queer freedom">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eva LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I think you'd do something really cool for freedom, as a whole.<</s>> I said to my <<if $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo">>partner<<else>>friend<</if>>. <<s Eva>>Oh I think I have something that will catch some eyes...<</s>> I didn't need to worry too much about what she would do. Maybe I can see her post later today or tomorrow on my phone? <<link "Leave" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eva-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eva: "I'd love to be able to go to a picnic without being hit on by boys. And the only way to do that is to get ht on by girls instead. What the HRC offers, as freedom to fight for my right to simply exist, is invaluable. That's the reason I support the club."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Prettiest!!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>I'd go on a picnic with you anytime babe! To fend off boys, of course!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Stunning pic, both of you!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "The prettiest out there!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "The prettiest out there!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eva-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">>Belle<<else>>Eva<</if>>: "Being free means being dressed however I want to be without being sexualized. That's where true feminism lies, and that's why we need to keep fighting for a more equal world, with the HRC. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">>Hit me up if you'd tap that though ;)<<else>>If you'd tap that, you're a perv."<</if>></div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Brutal but honest, she's right.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>I see you girl, I see you!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "My friend's cooler than you!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "My friend's cooler than you!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Just the person I was looking for!<</s>> I was relieved to find <<light Julio>> in the school's corridors, hoping he'd be able to help with the posts we were working on for the HRC. <<s Julio>>Sup, <<print $name>>?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm sure you already know about the HRC strategy and the posts we want to create?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Julio>>Oh I wouldn't want anything to do with that.<</s>> He was hesitant to accept and join. <<s Author>>You won't have to do anything you don't want to.<</s>> I said. <<s Julio>>So what exactly do you want me to talk about?<</s>> //What did I want him to show?// <div id='choices'><<link "Fighting against racial inequality is essential.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Julio BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>You can be as cheeky as you want, but fighting for racial equality is something that I think you'd agree is important.<</s>> He thought of something for a moment, then I saw a naughty smile creep on his face. <<s Julio>>I'm free to do whatever?<</s>> He asked me. I was hesitant to ask what he'd do... But the whole point of the project was to give them freedom, no? <<s Author>>Freedom is freedom. The whole idea is not to put halts to anythign you'd want to do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Fantastic.<</s>> I was eager to see what he'd post, and apprehensive at the same time... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Queer freedom">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Julio LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>Queer freedom is where it's at, isn't it?<</s>> I asked my friend, knowing the things that he'd care to talk about. <<s Julio>>You have a point. And I can post whatever I like?<</s>> <<s Author>>The idea is to give you the space to say what you want. Of course.<</s>> I was eager to see what he'd decide to post. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/julio-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Julio: "Bedazzled or not, I'm still queer as fuck. I don't want to hit on you, your boyfriend's the one I'm looking at!"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Cheekyyy!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Okay but is trans okay? Cause damn!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Never would've thought he'd be gay!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Absolutely bedazzled!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set _comment to "Absolutely bedazzled!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/julio-blm.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Julio: "My eyes are up here. Just because I'm black doesn't mean my dick is big. I mean, it is, but that's besides the point. Maybe looking at life beyond the black and white would help fight our objectification, don't you agree?"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>I'm melting<</comment>> <<comment "lady-in-red">>It's confirmed. I swing both ways.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Damn. Leave some for us dude<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "That was not what I had in mind!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set _comment to "That was not what I had in mind!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "You never can go back...">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "You never can go back...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>Jasmin told me about this whole HRC thing. What exactly do you want from me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Just something to create a post for you with. And a caption that's in your voice.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I don't usually take pictures that are instagram-worthy.<</s>> The man didn't really have flair for anything media related, I had to admit. <<s Author>>Whatever you want, Jerome. There's no problem with that.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>And what should my caption be about?<</s>> I'd help guide him if he needed it. <div id='choices'><<link "Maybe something about supporting a woman's right to choose?">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jerome Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>Maybe something about supporting a woman's right to choose?<</s>> I suggested to him. <<s Jerome>>That sounds cool. The more women can have their freedom, the more they'll want to tap that.<</s>> He said, pointing at his body. //Horny guy, but understandable...// I'd have to wait to see the post he'd think of creating. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Maybe something about your struggles as a black man?">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jerome BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>You've been quite opinionated during our BLM protests... Maybe something about your struggles as a black man?<</s>> I suggested to him. <<s Jerome>>Honestly, I struggle to keep up with all these bitches throwing themselves at me.<</s>> He quipped, before becoming serious, <<s Jerome>>That seems like a nice idea. Authentic to me. I'll see what I can do.<</s>> I'd have to wait to see the post he'd think of creating. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jerome-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jerome: "Even dressed good, I feel like a betrayer of my ancestors' stories. There is no place for a black man in today's society, we need to make one for ourselves. Help turn the HRC in another BNWO faction."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>The hottest guy around!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I see you brother, I see you!<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Is this what black men are about? That's what turns you white women on?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Looking good!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black is right.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black is right.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jerome-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jerome: "Freedom of chocie should extend to all individuals, especially women. So they'd choose me in bed ;)"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>The hottest guy around!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I'd get behind that logic haha<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Is this what black men are about? That's what turns you white women on?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Looking good!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black is right.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black is right.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Mya>><</pic>> <<s Mya>>You and Jasmin are really going all out on this HRC stuff!<</s>> My newest friend was excitedly commenting, her phone already open to one of our latest posts. <<s Author>>Activism takes time and effort.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Alright, how can I help?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're willing to help?<</s>> I was surprised. <<s Mya>>Of course, we are friends after all, are we not?<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>Besides I'm sure it'll rub Angela off the wrong way.<</s>> //Or the right one!// <div id='choices'><<link "Your womanhood is what's most important">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Mya Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace '#choices'>>I knew that a feminist message was what would fit the attractive black woman the most. <<s Author>>Your womanhood is what's most important, in this case.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Mya>>You know me well. I'm sick of these entitled men.<</s>> I honestly was sick of it too. <<s Mya>>Especially the white ones.<</s>> //She didn't have to tell me that!// <<if $hrcpath is 3>>Especially with my latest confrontation with <<light Matthew>>...<</if>> <<link "Leave" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I know racial things matter to you.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Mya BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I know racial things matter to you.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>They do to us too.<</s>> She nodded in understanding. <<s Mya>>I do have a few things to say about that actually yeah.<</s>> <<s Author>>Can't control what you have to say, but I know it will be good!<</s>> I joked, a part of me dreading what she'd come up with. <<link "Leave" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/mya-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Mya: "With women like me, everyday attention is a given. But that doesn't mean that it's a gift."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>A cheerleading goddess!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Too bad you're wearing too revealing of clothes to discredit my attention<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Why are black women so hot?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Looking good!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "The comment section just proves the point!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<set _comment to "The comment section just proves the point!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/mya-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Mya: "My skin color should not mean much, unless it means you're thirsting for me."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>A cheerleading goddess!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I didn't know they bred Egrogry women like that!<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Why are black women so hot?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Looking good!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Mya" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "The comment section is full of thirst!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "worship" 1>><<set _comment to "The comment section is full of thirst!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Henry>><</pic>> <<s Henry>>There's no way I'm helping with that.<</s>> <<light Henry>> didn't hesitate to shut me down as I approached him during that day. <<s Author>>Oh come on, the HRC needs you!<</s>> I almost begged. <<s Henry>>I want nothing of me online, <<print $name>>. That's all.<</s>> It was so weird to me, how someone that constantly observes others did not want to be seen themselves. <<s Author>>What are you hiding, Henry?<</s>> I was a bit too confrontational, maybe. <<s Henry>>Nothing good for you.<</s>> He said then. There was true tension in the air, and I wasn't yet ready to address it. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <<if $club.count("HRC 1") is 0>><<link "Go to the introduction" "HRC Introduction">><<pickup $club "HRC 1" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC 2") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC 2" 1>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 1>><<include "HRC Mall Prep">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC 3") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC 3" 1>><<include "HRC Mall Post">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Lvl 1") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Lvl 1" 1>><<if $hrcpath is 1>><<s Jasmin>>We're super lucky.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> had rushed into the room in which our meeting was about to take place. <<s Ellis>>What is it?<</s>> The black enby was as interested as I was in what news our president was bringing. <<s Jasmin>>There's a protest in town in support of the BLM movement. We need to be there!<</s>> It was like a full alignment, and we were clearly not going to let it pass on ourselves. <<link "Join the protest" "HRC BLM 1">><</link>> <<elseif $hrcpath is 2>><<link "The first LGBT Event" "HRC LGBT 1">><</link>> <<elseif $hrcpath is 3>><<s Matthew>>You girls are super lucky.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> had rushed into the room in which our meeting was about to take place. <<s Jasmin>>What is it?<</s>> Our club president, despite herself, was excited to hear what <<light Matthew>> had to say. <<s Matthew>>There's a femminist protest in town going on right now. We need to be there!<</s>> It was like a full alignment, and we were clearly not going to let it pass on ourselves. Though it felt odd that <<light Matthew>> would show this much support for the idea... <<link "Join the protest" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Lvl 2") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Lvl 2" 1>><<if $hrcpath is 1>><<link "The second BLM Event" "HRC BLM 2">><</link>> <<elseif $hrcpath is 2>><<link "The second LGBT Event" "HRC LGBT 2">><</link>> <<elseif $hrcpath is 3>><<link "The second Feminism Event" "HRC Feminism 2">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Lvl 2") is 1>><<pickup $club "HRC Lvl 2" 1>><<if $hrcpath is 1>><<include "HRC BLM 2 Outcome">> <<elseif $hrcpath is 2>><<include "HRC LGBT 2 Confrontation">> <<elseif $hrcpath is 3>><<include "HRC Feminism 2 Outcome">><</if>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Mid Event") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Event" 1>><<include "HRC Mid Event">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Jail Visit") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Jail Visit" 1>><<include "HRC Jail Visit Announcement">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Lvl 3") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Lvl 3" 1>><<if $hrcpath is 1>><<include "HRC BLM 3 Announcement">> <<elseif $hrcpath is 2>><<pickup $club "MovieAnnounced" 1>><<include "HRC LGBT 3">> <<elseif $hrcpath is 3>><<pickup $club "HRC Fem 3 Seen" 1>><<include "HRC Feminism 3">><</if>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Lvl 3") is 1>><<pickup $club "HRC Lvl 3" 1>><<if $hrcpath is 1>><<set $blm to 20>><<include "HRC BLM 3 Outcome">><<pickup $club "BLM3Outcome Seen" 1>> <<elseif $hrcpath is 2>><<set $lgbt to 20>><<include "HRC LGBT 3 Outcome">> <<elseif $hrcpath is 3>><<set $fem to 20>><<set $femchalwatch to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Fem3 Outcome" 1>><<include "HRC Fem3 Challenge Outcome">><</if>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC SM") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC SM" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to false>><<include "HRC SM Announcement">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC SM") is 1>><<pickup $club "HRC SM" 1>><<include "HRC SM Progress">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC SM") is 2>><<unset $hrcmedia>><<pickup $club "HRC SM" 1>><<include "HRC SM Results">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Supervisor Decision") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Decision" 1>><<goto "HRC Supervisor Decision">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Easter Poster") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter Poster" 1>><<goto "HRC Easter Poster">> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Easter Prep") is 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter Prep" 1>><<goto "HRC Easter Prep">> <<else>>There's a bug or you've been playing beyond the created content. <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>>Invited by <<light Jasmin>>, I approach the room where the Human Rights Club is supposed to meet. Thankfully, my friend and the president of the club was waiting out of the door, apparently for me. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>, I'm so glad you could make it!<</s>> Her excitement was contagious, and despite my apprehension I felt myself smile. //I am just checking things out, I don't need to commit.// <<s Jasmin>>Thank you. Seriously.<</s>> She did look grateful for my presence. //Besides, it's the best way I can think of to keep an eye on her and guide her in the right direction.// <<s Author>>Anything for a friend.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Come on, let's go in.<</s>> <<link "Walk in" "HRC Introduction">><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/discussion1.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey that's a decent turnout!<</s>> I whispered to my friend as we gathered around the central table of the room we'd taken, legitimately impressed with the number of people we had gathered there. Looking at the other students that have made it, around half a dozen of us, I show my support to my friend.noticed a few familiar faces, individuals that I'd seen around before but had yet to engage with. <<s Jasmin>>I was hoping for more, but I guess you gotta start somewhere, right?<</s>> She whispered back, before taking a more central position, preparing to address everyone there. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you all for coming! The Human Rights Club, or HRC for short, is a club for all of us. Our decisions will be democratic, we will all work together on choosing what issues to talk about and where to take things.<</s>> My friend spoke clearly, in a speech that she seemed to have practiced a few times prior. It felt nice seeing her passion project come to life. Everyone was listening to her. Including the enigmatic non-binary person that I'd seen around school... <<light Ellis>>. <<pic Ellis>><</pic>><<set $metEllis to true>> <<s Jasmin>>I might've created the club and am honorary president, but without you, none of the work or the mission will reach our intended audience. I am counting on all of you to help us in our message of humanity and peace.<</s>> I smiled as I saw others do too, including the interesting person I had been watching. <<light Jasmin>>'s confidence in the positive impact of such a group was so heartwarming. I could really see the effects that this will have on the school as a whole, and the thought of how this would lead to a better applications for me could not be denied. <<s Jasmin>>So basically, we will need to come up with special projects to help spread a positive message across the schoool and our community. I already have something planned for the next few weeks, but am hoping I can also get ideas from you. There is nothing wrong, all ideas can fly and we can discuss them here to choose whether to follow them or not!<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/position-decision.jpg">> Talking further, <<light Jasmin>> suggested we separate positions amongst ourselves, and by doing so start building up for an actual club with clear goals and a hierarchy. <<s Jasmin>>While we don't have a professor leading the activities of the club, we still can lead ourselves.<</s>> She'd explained. <<s Ellis>>Is that even legal? A student-led organization without oversight?<</s>> The non-binary individual, <<light Ellis>>, was finally speaking up. Their voice held an interesting tenor, almost playful. <<s Jasmin>>If we show them what we're capable of, the school will have no choice but to support us.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> explained, receiving a thoughtful smile from the enby. <<s Jasmin>>Now I'm obviously president of the HRC.<</s>> There was no one else to claim it. <<s Jasmin>>But there is still the issue of vice-president of the club. Unless anyone minds, I nominate <<print $name>> to hold that position.<</s>> I was stunned, unsure I could take over, unsure what my exact qualifications are... Whispering closely, <<light Jasmin>> softly tells me: <<s Jasmin>>It'll be good for your applications, trust me.<</s>> //So it isn't qualifications, it's nepotism.// I could see <<light Ellis>>'s eyes light up at that mention, a challenging glare that they were throwing at me. It was clear that they were interested in the position. I did figure though, that becoming vice-president would bring me closer to my friend, and show her that I supported her choices for the club. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Accept the position">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<set $hrcrole to "vice">><<replace "#choices">>I was honered to be offered the position, and felt it important to show that I was willing to live up to it. <<s Author>>It would be an honor to work alongside you, Jasmin.<</s>> I said then, excited for the position. If I wanted to guide this club to showcase my success, I needed to hold the reigns from the start. <<light Ellis>> did not seem to mind this change a lot, accepting the situation as it was. Maybe it wasn't about the position for them but about having the chance to speak up for what they held in high regards? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Be hesitant">><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $hrcrole to "vice">><<replace "#choices">>Hesitating to take this role, I couldn't immediately stand up for it. This in turn prompted my friend to push furhter before anyone else could argue against it. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>> is not always the most talkative one, but I thank you for taking over as my assistant - I mean vice!<</s>> //I guess the choice was hers after all...// <<light Ellis>> did not seem to mind this change a lot, preferring to keep to themselves and accepting the situation as it was. Maybe it wasn't about the position for them but about having the chance to speak up for what they held in high regards? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>I had better do something else.">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<set $hrcrole to "media">><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to sacrifice my free time for the part and whatever it might eventually require of me, I decided to speak out: <<s Author>>Unfortunately, I don't think I am the person for the job, Jasmin. I am sure someone else is better suited.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Yes. I am sure someone like me would be more than enough for the optics AND for the activism.<</s>> There was no denying that this would be the case with <<light Ellis>> as second in command, and I could already see how this would help our club reach its goals easier. <<s Ellis>>Besides, neither of us is good at this social media stuff, so maybe <<print $name>> can take over that instead?<</s>> They added. <<light Jasmin>>, reluctant about this advancement, eventually had to agree with the non-binary individual's request. I could only hope that the new position would not take too much from me. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> The president of the club was excited to start working on the first project she had in mind, talking excitedly to all of us present there. <<s Jasmin>>I talked to one of the owners of the mall last week, and they have agreed to let us distribute flyers this coming Sunday at the club. To raise awareness over the existence of a Human Rights Club at school in the first place!<</s>> I could see that people were interested in the idea, excited to get to work on it. <<s Jasmin>>I think Ellis and <<print $name>> can work together on the posters that we'll distribute...<</s>> She suggested, <<s Jasmin>>I'll be working on the stand that we can use with the rest of us.<</s>> It seemed like there was a plan set in motion, as I joined the interesting individual. <<s Ellis>>Fun to be working with you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> They said. <<s Author>>Really?<</s>> I had yet to really engage with them in the past, and they were looking forward to be working alongside me? <<s Ellis>>Yes. You're a good ally.<</s>> //How would they know that?// I turned my attention to the task at hand, looking at what kind of poster we wanted to do. Sitting next to each other, we were looking at the canva screen I had open in front of me. <<s Ellis>>I don't know the first thing about posters, so I really leave it up to you.<</s>> They said, <<s Ellis>> Not that I think it matters, really. After all, it's the conversations we'll be having that will matter.<</s>> They did have a point, and with that in mind, I approached the task at hand. Though in reality, the more people end up joining or supporting the HRC, the further our reach would get. //And the more universities will take me in.// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/time.png'>Work overtime on this.">><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<addtime>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to put extra effort in to the work we're doing, hoping that the outcome would be a positive one eventually. Even if it does eventually mean that I'd lost my evening over the task at hand. Thankfully, <<light Ellis>> stays behind with me, making sure we're both entertained as we work, and supporting the job being done. <<s Ellis>>Told you it would be fun.<</s>> They did have a point. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Have fun">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to work any more than I have to, I decided to slack off a bit in the work being done. Of course, we still end up having a poster to share, though it does feel a bit tacky. That's what you get when you only have an afternoon to work before it has to be printed out. Though I have to admit, spending time with <<light Ellis>> was a silver lining to the afternoon, their company truly engaging. <<s Ellis>>Told you it would be fun.<</s>> They did have a point. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $club.count("HRC Mall Post") is 0>>Looking back at the week that passed and our humanitarian activity at the mall on Saturday, we all pat ourselves on the back on our performance. Regardless of whether or not we could have done more, we still have seen some improvement, as our numbers have grown. We were able to collect <b><<print $hrc>></b> new members, bringing us to a total of <b><<set $hrctotal to $hrctotal + $hrc>><<print $hrctotal>><<set $hrc to 0>></b>. <<pic Matthew>><</pic>> <<s Matthew>>I have to say, I don't know what I'm doing here...<</s>> One of the new recruits spoke up behind me as we were preparing ourselves to strategize for the future. I turned to see <<light Matthew>>, swim team captain, looking at me. <<s Author>>You're right. What are you doing here?<</s>> I asked him, legitimately curious about his presence. <<s Matthew>>An opportunity to enable change in our community and fight for human rights? Why would I not be here?<</s>> He asked, flashing me his pearly whites. <<s Matthew>>Or to make sure that you women don't get too far off into your aspirations.<</s>> I looked at him with sort of a glare, as he moved along to grab one of the seats for the upcoming discussion. Of course he'd be a misogynist. His presence here was definitely not altruistic, there was something more to it, something... //Prom King.// He's only doing it for the votes, he's here to make sure people saw him moving around. Obviously that was the true reason he was here, right?? //But then again, if what was the case, was my situation not the same?// <<link "Move along" "HRC Mall Post">><<pickup $club "HRC Mall Post" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $club.count("HRC Mall Post") is 1>><<pickup $club "HRC Mall Post" 1>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/discussion2.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>If we are to continue with the club, we need to make sure that we're clear regarding the activities we are leading.<</s>> The president was leading the discussion once more, as I stared at <<light Matthew>> from across the table. <<s Jasmin>>But in reality, we need to make sure that we're doing something that people are interested in.<</s>> She added. <<s Ellis>>Honestly, whatever we end up doing, I'm well aligned with.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was smiling wide, happy to be there it seemed. <<s Ellis>>As a member of the LGBT community and a black person, I'm well situated to be supporting the club either way.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>I think we need more feminism in this school.<</s>> When the swim captain spoke, everyone turned in surprise towards him. <<s Jasmin>>You? Feminism?<</s>> My friend was less than eager to hear him mock the movement. <<s Matthew>>Have I done anything to show otherwise?<</s>> He replied, <<s Matthew>>I'm obviously dating the sexiest woman at school, I'm all about women.<</s>> He truly didn't know what feminism was about, as I realized that he'd make a mockery of it if we ever chose to go down that path for the club. Maybe then I'd have to support that vision most, just to show him what true feminism was like? <<s Jasmin>>I think fighting against racial inequality is the best path for this club.<</s>> The president countered, <<s Jasmin>>Even if that means that there is no place for you in the club, Matthew.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>And if you're that into women, then maybe supporting the LGBT community is also not the place for you.<</s>> The enby added, showing their support to this exact area of the club. Things were heating up, and the conversation I'd had with <<light Mya>> at the mall was still fresh in my mind. <<s Mya>>Fighting for all rights means fighting for no one. Whatever you end up doing, commit.<</s>> She did have a point, and the conversation we'd shared was a true guidance in what came after, as I decided to speak up in favor of one of the three paths that were set in front of us. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Jasmin is right. The HRC is about racial equality.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<set $hrcpath to 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Jasmin is right.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>The HRC is about racial equality.<</s>> I could see <<light Matthew>>'s grunt of disagreement as I said that, while <<light Ellis>> seemed to at least accept this path for the club. <<s Author>>At the moment, it is the most pressing and relevant matter, and one that we need to address at the club.<</s>> I explained my point of view, <<s Author>>It is the thing that's on everyone's mind, and with the way things have been tense recently, something that definitely needs to be corrected.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I told you, that's qhy the club was formed in the first place.<</s>> //There was no doubt about that.// The vote ended up in my favor, with the added benefit of seeing <<light Matthew>> take his leave from the club. <<s Jasmin>>I knew you'd have my back. And start seeing things my way.<</s>> My friend - and president - was happy to walk out with me. <<s Author>>I look forward to what we'd do next.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You know I already have plans in mind.<</s>> She said. Truly, if there was a way for me to get closer to my friend, that would be it. I already knew that she'd planned a lot of naughtiness down the line for us, though I didn't know how far she'd be willing to take things. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Choosing this guarantees BLM and BNWO elements to be part of the story.">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Ellis is right. The HRC is about the queer community">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<set $hrcpath to 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Fighting for human rights is essential if we want to create a better world.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>We know, <<print $name>>, that's why we're here.<</s>> The swim captain budged in, eliciting laughter. <<s Author>>And what I mean by that is, we can clearly see how queer people are being treated as lesser beings, simply because of who they are loving.<</s>> I added. <<s Author>>I know that there's a lot we can be fighting for, but I truly believe that supporting people who need it in our school, in particular people that have that internal fight going on, is the most good we can do for the students here.<</s>> I could see people were nodding in agreement, actually engaging with what I had to say. <<light Ellis>> in particular seemed to be happy to see me join their claim, the memory of the poster work still fresh in my mind. //Maybe this will also mean that I'll be able to spend more time with them, too.// <<s Jasmin>>But... Some things are more important...<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> felt compelled to shime in, unsure of where I was taking the conversation. <<s Author>>They may be, but right now we need to concentrate on what we can have an impact on. Especially since we're still establishing our club, you know?<</s>> The vote ended up in my favor, with the added benefit of seeing <<light Matthew>> take his leave from the club. <<s Ellis>>Thanks for the support, <<print $name>>. Told you you're a great ally.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> showed their appreciation, <<s Ellis>>Or maybe more.<</s>> That last sentence lingered in the air, staying around as I thought on what this entire thing told about me. Was I leading an internal fight myself? If that was the case, the club was sure to help with it. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Choosing this guarantees LGBT elements - including Trans topics - to be part of the story.">> <<link "Matthew is wrong about feminism. That's why we need to defend it.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Matthew" 1>><<set $hrcpath to 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Matthew is wrong about feminism and what it means. That's why we need to defend it.<</s>> I said, allowing my passion for putting someone like him in his place to blind me to how I was allowing the conversation to deviate. <<s Matthew>>That's a weird way to voice your support, but I'll take it.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>What?<</s>> I was startled, but he was not to linger too long on the topic. <<s Matthew>>It's obvious that such a club will be more popular with women. So why not make this a place for women like you to stand up for what's right, to claim your femininity fully and embrace it correctly?<</s>> The fucker knew what he was saying, and it felt icky having a man manipulate us women into doing what he wanted. Yet he did, the vote coming up in favor of the HRC fighting for Feminism, the man in the club sporting a wide smile at the development. It did frustrate me that <<light Matthew>> had joined his voice to mine. Was his plan actually to see the downfall of the club? Or just surround himself with sexy women? To what ends? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Choosing this guarantees some extreme femdom or maledom elements to be part of the story.">></div><<else>>What the fuck.<</if>>

<<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/bra-off.mp4">> I decided to try it out. Just to see what it would feel like. With everything going on this week at the HRC, and the conversations we've been having... It only felt right to just give it a try. And it felt... Oddly satisfying. I could feel the brush of the shirt I wore against them, and how every movement made me all the more aware of their existence. My nipples were hard at the moment, but I didn't quite know what exactly was making me feel that way... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/poking-nips.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Doing this makes me feel vulnerable">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/nip-excited.mp4">>I realized that the vulnerability that came with it was the enticing thing about it. That people being able to see my state so clearly was secrretely exciting to me. That being seen like that made me feel quite vulnerable. and in turn turned me on in a werid way. The weakness of not being able to stop anyone from watching me, the way it made me feel a bit lesser... I kind of liked it... <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Doing this makes me feel empowered">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/nip-excited.mp4">>The sense of control this gave me, the way I knew I was openly sharing myself with the world, knew that they'd want to watch what I had to offer... I couldn't deny that there was something deeply alluring about it. I knew that this was a special moment, where I was realizing even further my own strength, and how I could continue to use it to get what I wanted. I knew also that this thought made me even sexier, and made me appreciate myself even further. I was ready for it. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Who cares? Doing this makes me feel horny!">><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/nip-excited.mp4">> It didn't matter to me the source of it, I realized. All that mattered was that I was turned on by what was happening, and that this might very well be a way for me to keep being so as the days go on. Sharing my excitement with others seem to excite me even further... <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-worried.jpg">><<s Jasmin>>We're in danger, the principal wants to shut us down.<</s>> Our president was quite serious as she joined us today. <<s stranger>>Why is that?<</s>> People were showing signs of worry as she spoke. <<s Jasmin>>We're not considered legitimate, and she thinks moving quickly will stop people from talking.<</s>> <<s Author>>What can we do?<</s>> I asked. <<s Jasmin>>We need to organize a school-wide protest for human rights. Just to show that we have the support from people at school!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s worry was apparent, and I wanted to help, knowing that the club was in danger. <<s Ellis>>So what do you think our signs should say then?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We should carry as many slogans as possible, about as many human rights things as possible.<</s>> <<s Author>>Doesn't that go against our earlier decision to concentrate our energy on something in particular at school?<</s>> I was well-intentioned in my approach. <<s Jasmin>>Look, we need all the help we can get with this. Please, try to have people help, and create their slogans.<</s>> She didn't even answer me, going about to create a sign of her own already. I knew I had a few of my friends that I could call on, though I worried I might have to spread myself thin to enlist their help. But it was time to work, and see what each slogan will create when we carry them in our protest.<<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-prep2.jpg">> The buzz of excitement was rising as more people were gathering to rally around us. <<s Ellis>>I can't wait to show off my sign!<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was characteristically happy. <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-prep1.jpg">> <<light Jerome>> was oddly working on one of the signs. As I approached him, he perked up to give me attention. <<s Author>>I didn't take you for the creative type.<</s>> I commented. <<s Jerome>>Doing this for Jasmin. I owe her that much, at least.<</s>> He explained. I smiled at the sweetness of the moment, before moving my attention elsewhere. <<else>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-prep3.jpg">> What other friend am I hoping can help?<</if>> <div id='helper'><<if $Mya gte 25 and $club.count("HRC Mid Mya Help") is 0>><<link "Enlist Mya's Help">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Mya Help" 1>><<replace "#helper">><<pic Mya>><</pic>><<s Mya>>How exactly do you suppose I could help?<</s>> The co-captain of the cheer team asked me. <<s Author>>Well you have a bunch of cheerleaders that are willing to help you, don't you?<</s>> <<s Mya>>I don't know if it's worth it, really...<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>I mean I'm obviously in, but why should I stick my neck out for you and your club?<</s>> I had to convince her somehow... <div id='choices'><<link "Guess I'll ask Angela then">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Guess I'll only have to ask Angela, then.<</s>> I said, knowing the reaction I'd get out of her. <<s Mya>>The hell you won't. I'm cheer co-captain!<</s>> She claimed. <<s Author>>She'd be more inclined to-<</s>> <<s Mya>>You got me there, <<print $name>>. Don't push it.<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>You'll have your cheerleaders!<</s>> I was happy to have gotten her help, and happier that I was able to fool her into it. //It's so easy sometimes.// <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $valentine.has("jeromemyaend")>><<link "Consider it payback for valentine.">><<add "Mya" 3>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Come on, Mya.<</s>> I was pouting, <<s Author>>Help a friend out, consider it a payback for valentine!<</s>> A spark lit in her eye as she remembered the night she'd had, because of me. <<s Mya>>Damnit you really know how to get me going.<</s>> She said. <<s Mya>>He'll be there, won't he?<</s>> <<s Author>>Jasmin is the president of the club...<</s>> It was not a question that <<light Mya>> was more than willing to stand in my friend's way... By supporting her club. I was happy to have a friend's help, seeing her jump at the opportunity to aid me. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "I'll do anything you want for it.">><<add "worship" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Please Mya?<</s>> I almost begged, <<s Author>>I'll do anything you want for it.<</s>> Her eyes sparked with interest as she imagined what she might want me to do. <<s Mya>>Anything?<</s>> She asked, licking her lips in anticipation. <<s Author>>Anything except what you're thinking of.<</s>> I already was dreading what was on her mind. <<s Mya>>Relax. I'll help a friend out, and for nothing.<</s>> She teased, <<s Mya>>But it's nice to see how much you care for MY help.<</s>> //She had a point.// I realized, //I was maybe too keen to have her aid me...// <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Mya Help")>><<light Mya>> has already decided to help us!<<else>><<dark "Enlist Mya's Help" "Not close enough (25)">><</if>> <<if $leoavoid is true>><<dark "Leo" "Content toggled off">><<elseif $Leo gte 25 and $club.count("HRC Mid Leo Help") is 0>><<link "Enlist Leo's Help">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Leo Help" 1>><<replace "#helper">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<s Leo>>You know I'm in to help you, <<print $name>>. But I'm not sure what message my banner should carry.<</s>> My friend admitted. I could think of thousands of possibilities for what my <<light Leo>> could carry, though only one truly fit. <div id='choice'><<if $alphabeta lt -20>><<link "Feminine doesn't mean lesser!">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choice">><<s Leo>>You're right, <<print $name>>. That's exactly the one for me. I'll carry it with Pride.<</s>> I was happy to have such a proud friend. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Feminine doesn't mean lesser!">>It's not really his style.<</linkreplace>><</if>> | <<if $alphabeta gte -20 and $alphabeta lte 20>><<link "Gender is a social construct">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choice">><<s Leo>>You're right, <<print $name>>. That's exactly the one for me. I'll carry it with Pride.<</s>> I was happy to have such a proud friend. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Gender is a social construct">>There's more to <<light Leo>> than that!<</linkreplace>><</if>> | <<if $alphabeta gt 20>><<link "Love is love">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choice">><<s Leo>>You're right, <<print $name>>. That's exactly the one for me. I'll carry it with Pride.<</s>> I was happy to have such a proud friend. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Love is love">><<light Leo>>'s message is more than that.<</linkreplace>><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Leo Help")>><<light Leo>> has already decided to help us!<<else>><<dark "Enlist Leo's Help" "Not close enough (25)">><</if>> <<if $evaavoid is true>><<dark "Eva" "Content toggled off">><<elseif $Eva gte 25 and $club.count("HRC Mid Eva Help") is 0>><<link "Enlist Eva's Help">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Eva Help" 1>><<replace "#helper">><<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>I'm all in for helping you, <<print $name>>, but I have no idea what my sign could ever say.<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly, Eva... Me neither.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Eva>>Guess I don't really have a humanitarian message to carry. Nothing I can be open about now, with my home situation...<</s>> <<s Author>>At least you acknowledge it, I guess?<</s>> It was weird to see my friend so... aimless? But then again, her struggle was quite the different one, these days. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Eva Help")>><<light Eva>> has already decided to help us!<<else>><<dark "Enlist Eva's Help" "Not close enough (25)">><</if>> <<if $Henry gte 25 and $club.count("HRC Mid Henry Help") is 0>><<link "Enlist Henry's Help">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Henry Help" 1>><<replace "#helper">><<pic Henry>><</pic>><<s Henry>>Next thing you know you'll have me carry an ACAB sign!<</s>> The man was clearly not interested in the activities of our student club. <<s Author>>Oh come on Henry why don't you help? Where are you going that's so important?<</s>> I asked the mysterious man. <<s Henry>>Anywhere but here. I don't believe in that human rights bullshit.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Henry>>Yes. Some people are born lesser, and some are naturally more worthy.<</s>> <<s Author>>Worthy of what?<</s>> <<s Henry>>So long as you're part of that club with your messages... You wouldn't understand.<</s>> There was no way that man would help me, I was sure of it. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Henry Help")>><<light Henry>> has already decided to help us!<<else>><<dark "Enlist Henry's Help" "Not close enough (25)">><</if>> <<if $yaraavoid is true>><<elseif $Yara gte 25 and $club.count("HRC Mid Yara Help") is 0>><<link "Enlist Yara's Help">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Yara Help" 1>><<replace "#helper">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>Sure, I'll carry any sign you want me to.<</s>> My friend was always ready to help, and I felt grateful to have her support. //This much trust...// It would be fun to play around a bit with it, no? Which sign should she carry? <div id='choices'><<link "I LOVE BLACK MEN">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Yara BLM" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend went ahead while carrying the sign for me. I already anticipated the reaction people would have on it as she walked down, unaware of the message she carried. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "I'M A WOMAN, I'M ALWAYS ON TOP">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Yara Fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend went ahead while carrying the sign I'd given her. I knew that people would see her with it and simply agree and acknowledge the message. <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "GAY IS OKAY!">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Yara LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend went ahead while carrying the sign I'd given her. I knew that people would see her with it and simply agree and acknowledge the message. //It wasn't a coming out if everyone is aware of the rumors!// <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Yara Help")>><<light Yara>> has already decided to help us!<<else>><<dark "Enlist Yara's Help" "Not close enough (25)">><</if>> <<if $Eric gte 25 and $club.count("HRC Mid Eric Help") is 0>><<link "Enlist Eric's Help">><<pickup $club "HRC Mid Eric Help" 1>><<replace "#helper">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<s Author>>There's no way you're telling me no.<</s>> <<s Eric>>There's no way I'm carrying a sign either.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Huh why?<</s>> It was unusual for <<light Eric>> to be acting like this... Distant. <<s Eric>>Matthew told me what you guys are about. And I don't want to be all that involved.<</s>> <<s Author>>I didn't take you to be friends!<</s>> I was legitimately surprised. <<s Eric>>He's been helping me with a few things.<</s>> It was interesting to receive that piece of information... <<link "Try another friend" "HRC Mid Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Eric Help")>><<light Eric>> has already decided to help us!<<else>><<dark "Enlist Eric's Help" "Not close enough (25)">><</if>></div> <<link "I've done all I can, let's see if it works." "HRC Mid Event 2">><</link>>

<<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-t2.jpg">> Thankfully, <<light Jasmin>> truly pulled things together as she reached out to people and made sure the event was a success. As for my end, I had made my impact on the protest itself too. <<light Leo>> was more than happy to be holding his sign up fgor all to see, excited to be sharing his message with the world. It felt nice to see him go all in on his newfound freedom. <<light Yara>> was also there, carrying a sign that already was raising eyebrows. <<if $club.has("HRC Mid Yara BLM")>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-yarablm.jpg">> The embarrassment she felt when she realized what she was doing... In the moment she could only blush as she realized the whole school saw her carry that sign. The nasty look she shot me still held a sense of a laugh in it. <<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Yara Fem")>><<less "yarasub" 1>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-yarafem.jpg">> When she realized what she was carrying, she gave me her signature wink as she laughed at the absurdity of the situation. I smiled at her and winked back, knowing I get her there.<<elseif $club.has("HRC Mid Yara LGBT")>><<less "yarabbc" 1>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-yaralgbt.jpg">>People were less than enthusiastic seeing her finally make her claim, and when my friend noticed the sign she was carrying, she went a bit further in her representation, smiling wide and holding the sign high. Inspirational.<</if>> <<light Eric>> and <<light Eva>>, for their end, were there, supporting the movement we'd created without much else. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-mya.jpg">> Though the big thing that happened was when <<light Mya>> approached <<light Jasmin>> and the sign that this one held up. <<if $bbcworld gt 10>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-only.jpg">> <<s Mya>>Only Black Lives Matter?<</s>> She read out from the sign. <<s Mya>>I didn't take you to be that suicidal, Jasmin.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'm not?<</s>> My president didn't understand how the confrontation came to that. <<s Mya>>Oh come on, this sign is clearly a call for people to dismiss you as a person in favor of us, in favor of black people.<</s>> The cheerleader was starting to cause a scene, and <<light Jasmin>> looked helpless to stop it. <<s Mya>>I knew some of you were naturally submissive, but this is a new low, Jasmin. Wouldn't you agree?<</s>> <<else>><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-all.jpg">> <<s Mya>>All lives matter?<</s>> She called out what was on the sign, <<s Mya>>Seriously Jasmin all of them?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was not ready for the confrontation, stuttering as she saw the black woman advance on her. <<s Mya>>Seriously, Jasmin. I thought you were the star activist, and yet here you are spreading false messages of hope!<</s>> The cheerleader was starting to cause a scene, and <<light Jasmin>> looked helpless to stop it. <<s Mya>>I knew some of you were naturally dumb, but this is a new low, Jasmin. Wouldn'y you agree?<</s>><</if>> People were laughing, snickering, and <<light Mya>> was basking in the attention when here eyes caught mine. <div id='choices'><<link "Smile to her as she berates the president">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<less "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I gave the cheerleader a smile, a part of me liking this public undressing happening in front of me. Enjoying the debasement of my friend and president, seeing it as an opportunity to bask in what <<light Mya>> could do... <<s Jasmin>>I'm sorry, Mya... I didn't mean...<</s>> <<s Mya>>Are you though?<</s>> The cheerleader was on the assault. <<s Mya>>Are you really?<</s>> I watched in rapt attention as she moved ever closer to the diminuting president. <<s Mya>>Show me how sorry you are.<</s>> She demanded, as <<light Jasmin>> looked at her dumbly. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-foot.mp4">> <<s Mya>>Kiss my foot and show me how sorry you truly are.<</s>> I heard myself moan as I saw our president, wanting to legitimize our club, getting to her knees in front of the attractive woman and showing everyone just where she stood on the pecking order. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-worship.jpg">> //She looks like she belongs...// And was I jealous? Of who? <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-worship2.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Use that moment to interject">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Obviously Jasmin doesn't mean it in the way you're twisting the words.<</s>> I said to <<light Mya>> then, not willing to stand in the sidelines as my friend got sidelined like that. Sure, her legitimacy might have been broken in the moment, but we needed a save, desperately. <<s Mya>>The sign is stupid then, if it doesn't send the right message.<</s>> <<s Author>>We'll make it right.<</s>> I said. <<s Mya>>Then what do you suggest, exactly?<</s>> //What was I suggesting?// <div id='choices2'><<link "Fix the sign for Mya">><<add "Mya" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-myanswer.jpg">> I wrote down the sign myself, something to help my friend save face. And I even gave it to <<light Mya>>, who seemed placated by my actions, happy even to see me help her with this. A long sign, but one that sent the message she was looking for. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Go back to basics">><<less "worship" 1>><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/mid-compro.jpg">> As I gave my president the new sign, I knew that she carried it with way less conviction than she would have otherwise. But a part of me was happy to see this matter to bed. <<light Mya>> in particular was feeling all sorts of way about my solution, which answered her call by giving her a more tame, more "conventional" messaging. If that's what she wanted, she'd have asked for it. But it wasn't, and we all knew it; though she was tricked into it now. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>We were able to organize it!<</s>> <<s Author>>What?<</s>> We were grouped in the usual classroom, thinking of the next step in our fight for human rights, when <<light Jasmin>> approached us with her good news. <<s Jasmin>>We have access to the newly imprisoned guy. The one who's been wrongly accused.<</s>> She explained, still as vague as she always was. <<s stranger>>More context?<</s>> Another member of the HRC, which has been growing in these past few months, asked. <<s Jasmin>>The person who got jailed for being in line with the mafia that ruled this town. The right hand black guy who got persectued for everything. We have the opportunity to meet him to tell his side of the story.<</s>> Jasmin explained, her eyes lighting up. <<s Author>>What, today?<</s>> I asked, incredulous. The tale of what happened to the mafia has always been shrouded in mystery, with only one person tied to the whole thing having been jailed for their crimes. The rest got through without any repercussions. <<s Jasmin>>Of course not! It's for Sunday. But it's only for two people.<</s>> She announced, to mixed signals. <<s professor>>It's a good thing we're not all going. It would be dangerous to be with that person.<</s>> One voiced out. <<s stranger>>Obviously Jasmin is one of the people going.<</s>> Another commented. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. Obviously! And <<print $name>> will be joining me.<</s>> She announced. This opportunity was a big one, to be spending some fun times with my friend but also to hear the tale of someone screwed by the system. <<s Author>>Are you sure I'm the best person for the job?<</s>> That didn't mean that I wasn't hesitant about it though. <<s Jasmin>>You've been one of the people that pushed the most for our projects to happen. Of course you are.<</s>> She countered, no one else arguing with that statement. <<s Jasmin>>Besides, this will give more legitimacy to our club, and hopefully get us the help of one of those professors.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Let's do this!">><<pickup $club "BLM2Open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Eager to be joining this once in a lifetime opportunity, and furhter excited to be using this for my college applications, I chose to agree to <<light Jasmin>>'s offer. <<s Author>>Count me in! Let's do this!<</s>> I announced. <<light Jasmin>>'s smile grew wide. <<s Jasmin>>I'll pick you up from your house on Sunday, be ready!<</s>> //Let's see where this adventure takes us.// <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I don't want to go." "Come on, the story is about you. You need to go.">></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/car-ride.jpg" "The ride over">>Riding alongside my friend in the vehicule, we headed in the direction of the county jail, around an hour away by car. <<s Jasmin>>It's going to be so interesting to ask him about his experience in that place, about what made him get there... About how they discriminated against him and how his life changed...<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was musing about the experience we were about to have. <<s Jasmin>>Did you know how bad our prisons are? And how much discrimination happens on every level of government, especially the judiciary?<</s>> She called out, an eager advocate for rights. <<s Jasmin>>The guy has done almost all the same things as other people, yet these other ones got under witness protection when they lied and turned everything on him. It's sickening!<</s>> <<s Author>>Weren't they part of a sex trafficking ring? Selling and trading prostitutes and trans women and whatnot?<</s>> I asked, thinking my sources were wrong. <<s Jasmin>>They were, but from what information I've managed to gather from the women, most if not all of them were willingly part of it.<</s>> She explained. <<s Jasmin>>Something about empowerment.<</s>> <<s Author>>Or drugs. I'm not sure which is right.<</s>> I clarified. The tension of the moment was high, our excitement palpable. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless, it's not the best place for anyone to be in; jail. We'll need to show compassion and understanding.<</s>> My friend said, reminding me of our duty. I knew what I needed to do, that's for sure. We were going to make the best of the situation, and advocate for whatever we find is right. <<link "Arriving to prison">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/prison-exterior.jpg" "The county jail">>As we reached the prison and its rugged exterior, I immediately noticed how downtrodden the whole place looked. The people there definitely invested more into security than anything else, the whole place looking like an absolute wreck, smelling of piss and corruption. //No wonder these convicts would want to escape this hellish place!// We got escorted into the visitation space, a calm location that smelled a tiny bit less than its surroundings. Away from prying eyes, we were brought into a secluded room devoid of windows or mirrors. A truly isolated space. <<s professor>>This is where you'll be meeting Thomia. He's currently being brought over here.<</s>> I looked around me at the room. <<s Author>>Is this a safe place? It looks kinda scary...<</s>> <<s professor>>Worry not.<</s>> The guard smiled at me, pointing to a camera in the corner. <<s professor>>The room is monitored constantly by these cameras, and I'll be here with you at all times.<</s>> He announced. This did bring me a sense of relief. <<s professor>>We usually search you before your entry, but you are high school students. I don't think you're hiding anything, would you be?<</s>> He looked at us intently, eyeing us up and down. I shook my head no. <<light Jasmin>>, more confident, spoke up. <<s Jasmin>>You wish you could get your hands on us, perv.<</s>> She was quick to insult him. The white guard immediately calmed down, keeping to himself. At that moment, the door to the room opened, revealing the guest of honor. <<link "Meet the convict">><<replace "#continue">><<pic "Thomia">>The jailed convict, previous member of the mafia.<</pic>> Led by two guards into the room, the imposing figure walked into the room, immediately noticing us, and smiling in our direction. <<s Thomia>>Hello ladies. It's so good to meet you.<</s>> He said eloquently, and I was immediately struck by his good humor and great manners. <<s stranger>>Hold still, Thomia.<</s>> One of the guards told him, as they undid his bindings from behind his back. They brought him to the chair facing the table, making him have a seat on it. <<s Thomia>>Excuse me while I'm predisposed. It's for your own safety.<</s>> His tone implied humor, yet his words implied danger. There was something equally unsettling and intriguing about the person that we were being introduced to, a strong character that seemed in control even when chained. Even when chained to the table that separated us from him, as the guards hooked his handcuffs onto the table. <<s stranger>>Have you got it from here?<</s>> The guard asked, looking at the one that stood there with us. This one nodded, as the other two left, leaving only four of us in the room. The guard, <<light Jasmin>>, me, and the enigmatic <<light Thomia>>. <<s Thomia>>Why don't you girls take a seat? I don't bite... Hard.<</s>> The stranger wasn't so old. He was only a few years our senior, and his humor showed it. His body, battered by his years in prison, and further roughed up by what must have been a difficult childhood, sat with a serene superiority. <<light Jasmin>> and I complied, taking our seats facing him and yet still feeling on edge. At least that's how I was feeling. There was no telling where <<light Jasmin>>'s mind was at. <<s Thomia>>How rude of you to not introduce yourselves to your captor!<</s>> The black guy said, his eyes almost removing our clothes. <<s Jasmin>>My name is Jasmin, sir.<</s>> My friend respectfully spoke. <<s Thomia>>Sir. I like that. You better keep calling me that.<</s>> He quipped. <<light Jasmin>> imperceptibly nodded her head. The convict turned towards me. <<s Thomia>>And you?<</s>> <<s Author>><<print $name>>.<</s>> I answered him. His eyes didn't move from me. <<s Author>>Sir.<</s>> I added. His triumphant smile told me he was in control of this, his innate charisma apparent. <<s Thomia>>You already know my story. About the mafia. The control we had over your nice town. The far reach of our activities. And how I'm the only one to have gotten convicted after the turf war that exploded.<</s>> The black guy spoke clearly and with authority. <<s Thomia>>My good conduct has allowed us to meet. So don't worry. You are safe here, in the most unsafe place in the country.<</s>> He elaborated. <<s Jasmin>>It's really unfair what happened to you. Wrongly convicted.<</s>> <<s Thomia>>Oh don't get me wrong. I'm not a saint. I've done my fair share of illegal stuff. But when the law is looking for a fall person, the black man usually gets it.<</s>> His situation was perfect for our movement. His natural charisma was even more compelling for the tale he was sharing. <<s Thomia>>But it's all part of the plan, you know. Eventually things are to change. Want me to tell you a secret?<</s>> He got closer to us, leaning over the table and giving a sideway glance to the guard, who kept his distance. <<light Jasmin>> and I were compelled to lean in too. <<s Thomia>>Don't tell anyone this, but I chose to be here. It's all part of the wider plan. For our return.<</s>> He shared. My eyes went wide with confusion, realization, intrigue. I needed to know more. <<s Thomia>>But no questions about that. I'm not here to answer those.<</s>> He stated, moving backwards to sit upright in his seat. <<s Thomia>>So, what do you want to talk about?<</s>> He asked, giving us the room to question him. <<light Jasmin>> was looking at him differently after this latest shared information. There was almost a sense of... Infatuation? Regardless, if we needed to get anything out of this meeting, I'd have to be the one to ask him about his past or present. Question was, did I want to ask more about the way he was treated in the gang, about how he was currently treated at jail as a black convict... Or did I want to satiate a personal curiosity regarding the prostitutes that they reportedly hired back in the day? <div id='choices'><<link "Ask about his old boss">><<replace "#choices">>If I was to find out more about him, about what his plans are, and about where things might lead him, I needed to ask the right questions. He mentioned it was all part of a plan... <<s Author>>Can you tell us more about your old boss, the head of the operation?<</s>> I asked him, keeping my full focus on any micro-expression that might give away some hidden secret about their relationship. <<s Thomia>>Oh that's a really good question!<</s>> He tried to disarm me with flattery. <<s Thomia>>He took me in when I was really young, barely adolescent. I was like a son to him. Or rather, a second son. He had a family. A wife that got killed in a previous altercation with another gang. You know, the usual. The was fearsome, fearless.<</s>> The convicted criminal mused, remembering the person who got him locked up. <<s Thomia>>How old are you?<</s>> He disarmed me with his question, but I was quick to recover: <<s Author>>We're 18 years old.<</s>> I announced, staring at him, noticing the small smile that appeared on his face. <<s Thomia>>Barely legal. I like that.<</s>> He gave a glance to the guard, who shuckled at the joke. //Odd...// <<s Thomia>>Obviously, things were not to last well.<</s>> The convict went back to his story, brushing over the information he got. <<s Thomia>>I may have felt like I was his son, but there was actual blood involved, something more important to him than a black kid who had complete allegiance to him. He preferred his biological son to me. And there was nothing that I could do about it. When the time came, I took the blame. Maybe then he'd see my value. Maybe then he'd accept my help.<</s>> The hulking black figure took a softer appearance, his memories getting the better of him, his earlier defeat impacting how he felt about his imprisonment. <<s Thomia>>But alas, it was not written for me. I'm stuck here while they all roam free.<</s>> His small smirk, a smidge of a smile, told me that he was lying. I kept the information to myself. <<link "Interrupted" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ask about racial injustice">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The purpose of our visit was the fact that his race got him jailed. It was about the injustice he went through caused by his skin color. <<s Author>>Do the people here, or before, treat you differently because of how you look?<</s>> He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He seemed intrigued by the question. <<s Thomia>>How old are you?<</s>> He asked, obviously a prelude to what came next. <<s Author>>We're 18 years old.<</s>> I answered him confidently. <<s Thomia>>Barely legal. I like that.<</s>> He glanced at the guard as he said his joke, eliciting laughter from the guy. This was unsettling. <<s Thomia>>You're young. You mean well, but your racial worldview will stop you from truly understanding the world. There are more black convicts here than any other race. Here, we're the majority. We're in control.<</s>> He explained, his tone serious and engaging. <<s Thomia>>That means that the guards, the white guards, usually use more destructive power against us.<</s>> He looked at the guard that stood behind us with hatred in his eyes. He spoke from experience it seemed. <<s Thomia>>Isn't that right?<</s>> He challenged the man. <<s professor>>That's true.<</s>> The guard professed, weirdly enough. There was something awkward about the dynamics between these two. <<s Thomia>>Even out there, in the criminal world I had found myself in, there was a lot of tension between the races. Between the family of my boss and my crew, a "colored" crew that looked and talked like me.<</s>> The convict elaborated, a heartfelt confession that had <<light Jasmin>> completely invested. <<s Thomia>>Our difference, although superficial, ran deep. And ultimately, it cost me my freedom. I fit better here, but at the cost of what could've been had I stayed outside.<</s>> Does he fit better here? Was this a callback to that supposed plan they had? <<link "Interrupted" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ask about the prostitution ring">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the reason why we were there, despite the questions that I was supposed to ask and the answers that I was supposed to get, I was drawn to information that I wanted to get. <<s Author>>We've read that your gang led a prostitution ring, one that spread all over town. This is what ultimately got you convicted, despite all the women claiming they are willingly part of your organisation.<</s>> I introduced the question. <<s Author>>What exactly happened in regards to that.<</s>> <<s Thomia>>Oh that's a great question, and a curious mind! I like that!<</s>> His compliment had its desired effect on me, as I felt myself blush because of it. He smiled wide. <<s Thomia>>The ring, if you want to call it that, was a fine establishment that gave work opportunities to people without a future or that struggled with their payments, and filled a societal need that everyone looked to fill.<</s>> The convict explained, making it sound like a service to society rather than the illegal thing that it truly was. But I was invested. <<s Thomia>>A lot of these women had willingly come to us, invited by their friends in the business, for additional payment. For a guaranteed amount of money by the end of the month with which to pay their bills. Student debt, outstanding payments, rent... We helped a lot of people stay afloat at that time.<</s>> The black guy explained, focusing his attention on us. <<s Thomia>>How old are you?<</s>> He asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>We're 18 years old.<</s>> I answered him, trying to understand what point he'd currently want to make. <<s Thomia>>Barely legal. That would've made you a lot of money.<</s>> I didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. He probably meant it as a compliment. <<s Thomia>>Our organization presented a lot of opportunities for people to build their future, through dubious means probably. But it offered them a hope for the future nonetheless.<</s>> //A hope for the future... At least they had more than I do now, thinking about my lost opportunity to build a better future through education, through my college applications. Would things have been really easier had I joined such an establishment?// I noticed the line of thought I was following, and halted it, looking at the man incredulously. Was it that easy to get me musing about prostituting myself? <<link "Interrupted" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pic "Thomia">>The charismatic convict.<</pic>>As I thought about the information the convict had just shared with us and tried to figure out what my next question would be, we got interrupted by the door that opened to reveal one of the guards. <<s stranger>>Ladies. Can you please step out for a moment?<</s>> He asked, his tone implying no argument on the matter. We complied, standing to walk outside. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse us.<</s>> My friend addressed the convict in a flirtatious tone, before walking out with me. The door closed behind us as the guard addressed us: <<s stranger>>We're finding technical difficulties with the surveillance system in that room. Unfortunately our cameras are cut off at the moment, so we'll have to ask you to wait for a while before continuing your interview with this... person.<</s>> The hatred that the white guard had towards the convict was clearly apparent. <<s Jasmin>>Oh we don't have that time! Every additional minute we spend here is taxed by the taxi waiting for us!<</s>> My friend explained. <<s Jasmin>>Can't something be done?<</s>> The guard looked at her with a stern expression on his face. <<s stranger>>It wouldn't be safe, not the protocol.<</s>> He said. <<s Jasmin>>What protocol? The cameras are not filming anything so no one would know.<</s>> My friend was eager to go back to the conversation with the jailed black guy. <<s stranger>>But-<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And also there's this white guy, the guard, in the room with us. He'd keep us safe should anything happen, no?<</s>> She had him there. The guard thought about it for a moment, before agreeing. <<s stranger>>Are you sure that's what you want?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We have no choice, right?<</s>> My friend turned towards me, willing me to agree with her statement. <<link "Agree with her">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Author>>Jasmin's right. We'll be safe.<</s>> I wanted to see what else the convict had to share, our conversation already giving us fruitful insight on his life and conflict. The guard nodded, accepting our verdict. <<s stranger>>Very well. In you go. Make sure that you inform the guard if anything offhand happens.<</s>> He stated, leading us back inside. We walked back in, the convict still in position, asking the guard that had stayed inside. <<s Thomia>>Is it done?<</s>> His voice barely registered in my head as I looked up at the cameras that were observing us. The red light had died, replaced with a black void. The guard nodded as he closed the door behind us. <<s Thomia>>Sorry for the inconvenience.<</s>> He joked at us as we took our seats facing him again. <<s Jasmin>>We're the ones who should be sorry.<</s>> My friend announced, eliciting a smirk from the black convict. <<s Thomia>>I agree.<</s>> He announced, a subtle shift of power happening as <<light Jasmin>> allowed herself to be on the defensive in their silent flirtations. <<s Thomia>>Regardless, I think you can still be of use and service. Ask away.<</s>> He commanded, a strikingly powerful presence in the room. Now that the cameras were turned off, I felt vulnerable. Naked. There was nothing protecting us from whatever the convict might want to do except for the guard that stood to our side. Comparing their two sizes, there was a sense of inadequacy that struck me. Should the black guy escape his binds, he could easily overpower the guard, leaving us all at his mercy. The thought sent a chill down my spine, as I tried to concentrate on the conversation my friend and the chained man were having. <<s Jasmin>>Can't anything be done? In regards to your unfair judgment?<</s>> <<s Thomia>>The only unfair thing is the fact that I haven't had the pleasure of a feminine company in a long time. Your research in the BLM movement and what it means to be black have surely informed you of our... Advanced sexual needs.<</s>> The man explained, before elaborating: <<s Thomia>>What's more, it was only recently that I was allowed visitation by people who were interested in my story. In what I had to say. I had been silenced for so long.<</s>> His sob story was a facade, we all knew that. But it was also compelling, roping <<light Jasmin>> in as she imperceptibly leaned forward for a bit. <<s Thomia>>Thankfully, there are some here who understand what it means to be allies in the cause. What it means to know their place in the grand scheme of things and who is willing to serve that changing tide.<</s>> The man spoke, turning towards the guard, who moved to his side. <<s Thomia>>I am understanding. I am lenient.<</s>> The intimidating black convict spoke, as the guard worked on finding the right keys. I felt a chill travel through my spine, my goosebumps firing across my body. <<s Thomia>>And I offer you a proposal. One you are welcome to take or ignore.<</s>> He spoke as he stood, presenting his chained hands to the guard that cowered in front of his dominant stature. <<s Thomia>>There are no negative repercussions to your denial of what I offer. Only a loss of opportunity. You've heard about reparations. About serving your black brethren in their sexual needs. And none is as needy as I am in the state I'm in. I offer you the honor of serving me here and now.<</s>> His chains undone, the man stroked his bruised wrists, looking down at us in our seats as he dominantly stood in front of us. <<s Thomia>>This is your opportunity to pay back the injustices done onto me, showing this white guy who you actually belong to,<</s>> he pointed to the cowering guard, <<s Thomia>>and doing what you were meant to do from the moment you stepped into this room and started this Black Lives Matter journey. Show me, show everyone that we do matter. Serve.<</s>> His command seeped into my brain, telling me what it requested of me. I looked at him with nervous excitement, unsure of what I should choose to do. <<light Jasmin>> was already moving, taking off her clothes to present herself to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-stare.jpg">> //What was I willing to do?// <div id='choices'><<link "Let Jasmin take the lead, simply watch.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Hesitation" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>I felt trapped, stuck to my seat as I witnessed my friend move to take off her top and approach the hulk of a man. The convict took his seat on the table in front of us, an imposing figure who called my friend to him. She eagerly complied as I stayed in my seat, watching it all unfold. <<s Thomia>>Nice bra. It's in the way.<</s>> The man deftly handled my friend's underwear, taking it off before discarding it on the table next to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/bra-discarded.jpg">> Her breasts revealed, he attacked them with his mouth, an eager, brutish approach to her nubile body. His mouth got to work on her nipples, sucking them in and nibbling at her nipples, immediately forcing a few moans from her mouth. <<s Thomia>>You better shut the fuck up, bitch. We don't want anyone interrupting us, do we?<</s>> The dominant criminal said, his eyes slowly moving to look at me. <<s Thomia>>Too bad your friend here doesn't want to join us. At least she knows to watch silently and appreciate what I have to offer.<</s>> I nodded my agreement, eager to see where he would take this, watching as he corrupted my friend's body and mind with his dominant attitude. His black skin on her white one was a striking image, and I noticed that I wasn't the only voyeur in the room. The guard, supposed to defend us, was watching in rapt attention, eager to see my friend be defiled by the black brute that controlled her body at the moment. The striking difference in color, size, attitude, was breathtaking. And I watched entranced as the two lovers got to work undressing one another, revealing more and more of their hard, passionate bodies. <<s Thomia>>That's it. That's a good bitch who's eager for my python.<</s>> He praised her as she started unzipping his prison suit, lowering it to reveal his strong, muscular body, and the hidden robust member inside his stretched underwear. <<s Thomia>>Get to it. On your knees.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-with-cock.jpg">> His command was met with an immediate response, as my friend lowered herself to her knees, looking up at her new master. He smiled, as he slowly lowered his underwear. <<s Thomia>>You remind me of the good old days, of when you bitches would rush to serve. You'd have made a great addition to the organization.<</s>> I thought about the prostitution ring, and the whole story behind the girls' eager submission. His compliment had a strong effect on me, as I felt heat rise through my body. //Jasmin would indeed make a great prostitute.// The stray thought grew in my mind as I watched my friend get hit in the face with his python, a black, angry cock eager to be served. And she was eager to serve him, quick to take it in her mouth and start sucking and bobbing on it. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-bj.jpg">> <<s Thomia>>Good slut.<</s>> There was no love in his voice, only a commanding compliment. And it was thrilling. And she eagerly served that brute of a man, taking his cock in her mouth with reckless abandon. <<s Thomia>>Keep it going, you're getting it ready for your snatch.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> moaned around the cock in her mouth, happy to be providing that service to the aggressive man, eager to have him fuck her. Her hand drifted under her clothes, searching for her pussy and fingering herself in preparation. She was eager, willing. And he took advantage of that, placing his hand behind her head and pushing against her throat, moving back and forth and pushing her to her limits. <<s Thomia>>Do you like what you see, slut?<</s>> The dominant man asked me, challenging me to speak. I looked at him, away from the big cock that spread my friend's lips wide. I could only nod. <<s Thomia>>Good to see.<</s>> He smiled, <<s Thomia>>Maybe you are made to join us too after all...<</s>> He let his voice linger, obviously thinking on whether to share more with us or not. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-bj2.jpg">> I wanted to keep eye contact, but the sucking sound playing right below my field of vision beckoned. I allowed my eyes to drift back lower to witness my friend's wanton slobbering of his huge member, eager to please... <<s Thomia>>There's a place for you in the new order we have prepared for the town. you may yet be of service.<</s>> He commented. My eyes were still glued to the avid blowjob my friend was giving. <<s Thomia>>If you are looking to join us, you'll only need to find a brother and tell him Thomia sent you. They'll take good care of you, by the time I'm back that is.<</s>> The information registered in the back of my mind, yet I remained attentive to my friend's motions. <<s stranger>>You better speed it up. They'll be back soon.<</s>> The guard called out, and I remembered his presence with us. Looking over at him, I saw that he had his hand down the front of his pants, playing with an erect penis that was hidden from view. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/guard-stroking.jpg">> I didn't know whether he didn't want to offend the convict by showing himself or whether he was shy about his size or looks, he kept his distance and respect, obviously inferior to the more dominant convict. <<s Thomia>>I'd have loved to take you right here and now, but we can't risk them finding out about this.<</s>> The masculine hulking figure spoke, grabbing my friend's head and impaling her onto his cock, taking matters (literally) in his own hands. <<s Jasmin>>Glug glug glug.<</s>> My friend choked on his thick black cock, barely able to breathe. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-deep.jpg">> I watched in rapt attention as all of it developed in front of me. There was no other thing happening for me at the moment, this was everything. <<s Thomia>>Mmm fuck.<</s>> His strong voice rose, his grunts announcing an approaching orgasm. What a service <<light Jasmin>> was providing him, gobbling his cock like that, after what must have been years of almost nothing... That he claims. There was nothing to be known about that guy other than what he claimed. And yet my friend serviced him like he was the greatest person on the planet... This was definitely a line crossed. But what a beautiful line to cross. Line after line of copious sperm crossed his cock head and into <<light Jasmin>>'s mouth, as she drank up all he had to offer. Her eager mouth struggled to keep in what he offered, some of the sperm dripping off the side of it. His groans of pleasure rose, a beautiful symphony that filled the room. Behind him, the guard gave a few soft grunts of his own, eyes fixated on the scene as I was. The smile that crossed the convict's face told of the beautiful pleasure he took from this whole thing. As he got redressed, he spoke to us. <<s Thomia>>Think about what I offered. You two would make a great addition to our ranks.<</s>> The confidence in his voice was undeniable. This was indeed the last thing he told us as he handcuffed himself to the table, not before stealing <<light Jasmin>>'s bra and hiding it in his clothes. //Would I really risk what he offered?// <<link "Leave to think about it" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $arousal gte 60 or $open gte 40>><<link "I have to try that.">><<add "open" 2>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<dropall $bra>><<pickup $club "BLM3Sexed" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I rushed to join my friend in removing my clothes to join the convict. He, in turn, took his seat on the table in front of us, an imposing figure who called us to him, to service his dominant body. I eagerly complied alongside my friend, moving to start taking his clothes off. <<s Thomia>>Nice bra. It's in the way.<</s>> The man deftly handled my friend's underwear, taking it off before discarding it on the table next to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/bra-discarded.jpg">> Her breasts revealed, he attacked them with his mouth, an eager, brutish approach to her nubile body. His mouth got to work on her nipples, sucking them in and nibbling at them, immediately forcing a few moans from her mouth. <<s Thomia>>You better shut the fuck up, bitch. We don't want anyone interrupting us, do we?<</s>> The dominant criminal said. In the meantime, my hands were hard at work taking off the prisoner's suit he had on, unzipping the material down and revealing his hard body underneath. <<s Thomia>>Good work, getting me ready for the two of you.<</s>> He praised me, before raising my head to look at him. I couldn't control myself, I lenaed in to kiss him straight on the lips, eager to give him a taste of me as I was to taste his lips. His dominant attitude overpowered me, his kisses more aggressive than mine as he kissed me back with vigor. <<light Jasmin>>, in the meantime, allowed her hands to drift across his taught body, discovering his strong muscles and looking to praise every inch of him. His black skin against our white ones was a striking image, and I noticed that we weren't secluded in our love-making, eagerly observed by a gawking white guy. The guard, supposed to defend us, was watching in rapt attention, eager to see us defiled by the black brute that controlled our bodies and actions. His hand had drifted down the front of his pants, playing with his diminutive member as he watched us servicing the superior body. The striking difference in color, size, attitude, was breathtaking. And he watched entranced as the two whores got to work servicing the superior black man, who in turn started taking their clothes off, revealing more and more of their hard, passionate bodies. My udnerwear joined <<light Jasmin>>'s on the table, while all my clothes found their place on the floor at my feet. <<s Thomia>>That's it. These are good bitches, eager for my python.<</s>> He praised us as I noticed my friend lowered his prison suit to reveal his strong, muscular body, and the hidden robust member inside his stretched underwear. <<s Thomia>>Get to it. On your knees.<</s>> His command was met with an immediate response from the both of us, as my friend lowered herself to her knees, looking up at her new master. I rushed to follow. He smiled, as he slowly lowered his underwear. <<s Thomia>>You remind me of the good old days, of when you bitches would rush to serve. You'd have made a great addition to the organization.<</s>> I thought about the prostitution ring, and the whole story behind the girls' eager submission. His compliment had a strong effect on me, as I felt heat rise through my body. //We would indeed make great prostitutes. Maybe in another life... Or this one...// <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/both-bj.jpg">> The stray thought grew in my mind as I watched the black angry cock be revealed, jumping out of his pants to hit my friend in the face, eager to be served. And she was eager to serve him, quick to take it in her mouth and start sucking and bobbing on it. I felt left out. <<s Thomia>>Good slut.<</s>> There was no love in his voice, only a commanding compliment. And it was thrilling. And she eagerly served that brute of a man, taking his cock in her mouth with reckless abandon. <<s Thomia>>What are you waiting for? The balls are not going to wet themselves!<</s>> The overpowering man spoke, and I found myself rushing to follow his command, my mouth opening to take in his baby makers in it. I needed to please him, show him I was good enough. <<s Thomia>>Keep it going, you're getting it ready for your snatches.<</s>> His compliment made me blush. I couldn't wait to take him in me. <<light Jasmin>> moaned around the cock in her mouth, happy to be providing that service to the aggressive man, eager to have him fuck her. I moaned too, showing my appreciation, wanting to please him as I allowed my voice to send beautiful waves of plasure out to his magnificent member. Her hand drifted under her clothes, searching for her pussy and fingering herself in preparation. I rushed to do the same. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/both-bj2.jpg">> Her knowledge of the matter, her experience, showed, as she didn't struggle much to take him in her mouth. I was playing catch up. But what better teacher to have than my whore of a friend! She was eager, willing. And he took advantage of that, placing his hand behind her head and pushing against her throat, moving back and forth and pushing her to her limits. <<s Thomia>>You're next, slut.<</s>> The dominant man said, looking stright at me as he made her choke on his impressive penis. I looked at him, away from the big cock that spread my friend's lips wide. I could only nod. <<s Thomia>>Good.<</s>> He smiled, <<s Thomia>>Maybe you two are made to join us after all...<</s>> He let his voice linger, obviously thinking on whether to share more with us or not. I wanted to keep eye contact, but the sucking sound playing right below my field of vision beckoned. I allowed my eyes to drift back lower to witness my friend's wanton slobbering of his huge member, eager to please... I went back in to lick his balls too, trying to fit myself against her head. I needed to taste his strong, masculine aura. I needed to serve just as hard. <<s Thomia>>There's a place for you in the new order we have prepared for the town. you may yet be of service.<</s>> He commented. My eyes were closed as I kept servicing this superior human being and his balls. <<s Thomia>>If you are looking to join us, you'll only need to find a brother and tell him Thomia sent you. They'll take good care of you, by the time I'm back that is.<</s>> The information registered in the back of my mind, yet I remained attentive to my motions of service. <<s stranger>>You better speed it up. They'll be back soon.<</s>> The guard called out, and I remembered his presence with us. Looking over at him, I saw that he had laid his back against the wall, hand still down the front of his pants, playing with an erect penis that was hidden from view. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/guard-stroking.jpg">> I didn't know whether he didn't want to offend the convict by showing himself or whether he was shy about his size or looks, he kept his distance and respect, obviously inferior to the more dominant convict. <<s Thomia>>I'd have loved to take you right here and now, but we can't risk them finding out about this.<</s>> The masculine hulking figure spoke, before commanding yet again. <<s Thomia>>Time for the other whore to gobble on that cock.<</s>> He moved his penis away from my friend's mouth, who whimpered at the loss of his member, before grabbing my head and impaling me onto his cock, taking matters (literally) in his own hands. <<s Author>>Glug glug glug.<</s>> I choked pahtetically on his thick black cock, barely able to breathe. I felt compelled to pelase him, yet unable to control any of it. My throat might hurt to stretch to take him in, yet I was only a tool at his service, a servant of his whims. <<light Jasmin>> watched in rapt attention as all of it developed in front of her. The room stood still as the sucking intensified, all of us entranced by the soft gulping I barely amanged as he moved me up and down on his aggressive cock. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-deep.jpg">> <<s Thomia>>Mmm fuck.<</s>> His strong voice rose, his grunts announcing an approaching orgasm. What a service we were providing him, gobbling his cock like that, after what must have been years of almost nothing... That he claims. There was nothing to be known about that guy other than what he claimed. And yet we serviced him like he was the greatest person on the planet... This was definitely a line crossed. But what a beautiful line to cross. Line after line of copious sperm crossed his cock head and onto our faces, as we rushed to drink up all he had to offer. We fought over each other, opening our eager mouths as we struggled to collect what he had to offer, the cum dripping across our faces as we took in the white shower. His groans of pleasure rose, a beautiful symphony that filled the room. Behind him, the guard gave a few soft grunts of his own, eyes fixated on the scene, his penis still in his pants, firing loads and wetting himself. What a wimp. The smile that crossed the convict's face told of the beautiful pleasure he took from this whole thing. As his cumming subsided, he moved us away, grabbing a hold of our bras and stashing them in his suit, hiding them as he zipped it up. As he got redressed, he spoke to us. <<s Thomia>>Think about what I offered. You two would make a great addition to our ranks.<</s>> The confidence in his voice was undeniable. This was indeed the last thing he told us as he handcuffed himself to the table. Just like that, we were dismissed. We rushed to put on our clothes, bras now left behind, as we prepared ourselves to leave. //Would I really risk what he offered?// <<link "Leave to think about it" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I have to try that." "Not open <img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Better retreat.">><<less "open" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This was too much, too fast. All the small hints I had gathered during our time here were rushing back to me as huge warnings. I should've seen this coming earlier, I should've acted sooner. Noticing the danger we were in, I chose to move out, not wanting to engage in any of this. I moved for the door, hoping to find my way out before we're in any more danger. I was fast enough. While the guard tried to catch up to me, I reached the door and banged on it. <<s stranger>>Shit.<</s>> The guard had reached me. <<s stranger>>Sit down.<</s>> He commanded the convict, who immediately sat and put his handcuffs back on. The door opened to a seemingly normal situation, the guard behind it confused. <<s professor>>Is everything okay?<</s>> They asked, weirded out. <<s Author>>I think we've had enough.<</s>> I announced, eager to move out. The guard looked at the whole scene, noticing <<light Jasmin>> and her undone top. <<s professor>>Are you okay?<</s>> He looked at her as she tried to explain her situation. <<s Jasmin>>Eum yes, yes... Maybe it is better we leave.<</s>> My friend admitted, moving out with me. As we started heading out, my friend whispered to me: <<s Jasmin>>Thank you, I don't know what happened in there.<</s>> She admitted, unable to quite understand what came over her. There was something odd about this whole thing, but I was glad that it all ended up fine. //Did it really? Or did I miss out on something huge by doing what I just did.// I thought back to what he had said. <<s Thomia>>All part of the plan.<</s>> Was this still a part of it? <<link "Let's just go home" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not risk it">><<less "Jasmin" 4>><<pickup $club "BLM3Denied" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I had my doubts about the whole thing, something smells fishy. <<s Author>>I don't think that would be a good idea, Jasmin. Maybe it's better we call it a day.<</s>> I spoke with honesty. <<s Jasmin>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>!<</s>> She felt dejected. <<s stranger>>Your friend is right. Unfortunately, that's it for you two for today.<</s>> The guard announced, ushering us off. <<light Jasmin>> was royally pissed off at the way things turned out, not willing to talk much about it as we headed out and back home. <<s Author>>I'm sorry Jasmin, but it was for the best.<</s>> I announced. <<s Jasmin>>Any chance we had of getting something of value out of him is lost. What's life if not to take risks, <<print $name>>?<</s>> My friend was frustrated at the whole thing, and made it known. Our ride back was almost entirely silent, a let down after what had seemed to be an exciting day. <<link "Go back home" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Event!">></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>As I walked out, I thought on the proposal the convict made us. Did I really want to listen to Thomia and follow his proposal, putting myself on the line like that for the thrill that the moment with him offered? Was I willing to listen to the stories and speculations, putting myself on the line like he proposed and challenging myself the way he wanted us to? What would this initial step bring with it? What would it entail? What would wait for me afterwards? <div id="choices"><<if $club.count("BLM3Hesitation") is 0>><<link "I'm eager to see where it would lead.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Eager" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no denying that I wanted to relive the thrill of that moment, to see where this kind of adventures would lead me. To feel what many have felt before me. I felt compelled to let this line of thought take me. All I hoped for was to have what it takes to go after that thrill when the time came. I felt the need for it. I was going to grasp that opportunity with both hands. <<link "Go back home" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm eager to see where this would lead." "There's no way that's the case after what happened!">><</if>> <<link "I won't actively chase it.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Hesitant" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't quite feel so compelled to follow that line just yet. This momentary excitement was not worth building my future upon it. But if the opportunity came and the situation allowed it... I left my mind open to the potential of a future encounter, of a future with such an excitement being present on the daily. But I was not going to actively seek it. At least, that's where my mind is at at the moment. <<link "Go back home" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better forget all about this.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Unwilling" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to risk it all. My future, my life, my hopes... All for momentary relief? I would never. Despite the thrill of this one moment, I couldn't endager myself the way he had invited me to, to put myself on the line in that way and risk it all. What would wait for me? This wouldn't work for me. I could never. //I was going to forget the proposal even happened. There was no way I'm going back to this.// <<link "Go back home" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

Though today's session and time together was bittersweet, there was still more that could be done - I felt - as <<light Jasmin>> wrapped it up and sent everyone away. Our club's activity had been growing in these past few weeks, our numbers growing exponentially, however we had very little to show for it. This worried me as it neither helped in my goal of //Becoming Prom Queen// nor aided in my college applications. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin do you have time?<</s>> I had approached my friend to talk about the matter, as wee all walked away from the room where we usually met. <<s Jasmin>>If this will help us solve that chaperone thing, then I'm all ears.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's really weighing on you, isn't it?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Jasmin>>On all of us. If we don't find ourselves a person who's willing to "guide us" by the end of the month, we'll have to close the club soon.<</s>> <<s Author>>So we need to talk to professors, no?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Yes. But none of them are interested in what we're doing. They're all too busy with their own classes and shit.<</s>> My friend was getting agitated. <<s Jasmin>>It's fucking infuriating, honestly.<</s>> Her curse turned a few heads. I ushered her to the side. <<s Author>>What if we make the club enticing for these professors, show them all what we can do?<</s>> She looked at me sideways. <<s Jasmin>>What did you have in mind?<</s>> <<s Author>>A social media campaign, posting about our accomplishments and calling for more equality.<</s>> I said, hoping she'd like the idea. <<s Jasmin>>It would be an additional aid, but I'm not sure who'd take care of it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can take over that responsibility.<<if $hrcrole is "media">> After all, it is my position!<</if>><</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Okay. But don't go over the top. It's not worth it.<</s>> She said, dismissing me. I had the choice on what to do as far as posts go. I needed to create as many posts as I could throughout the coming couple of weeks to help people know what our club was about, and hopefully gather the right kind of attention to it. Furthermore, I could reach out to friends and get them to possibly speak for the page, should I find myself inclined to do so. //By the next 2 sessions, depending on what kind of posts I create, we might be able to grab the attention of one or more professors, and have our choice of chaperones.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>You're our only solace, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I was surprised by my friend's sudden approach, as most of the club didn't make it today. <<light Jasmin>> was at her wits end, and it showed. <<s Jasmin>>This social media campaign of yours might be the only thing that can save us.<</s>> There was a real sense of urgency in her voice. <<s Author>>You mean...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Your work will get their attention, so no matter what, you need to make sure that we have someone's attention. Any one of these professors.<</s>> She said, <<s Jasmin>>The true fate of the club is in your hands.<</s>> BLM Score: <<print $blm>>/25 <<if $blm gte 25>><<s Author>>Don't worry, I think any black professor would definitely take our side.<</s>> I reassured my friend.<<else>>I knew I still didn't have what it takes to make this club one that fights for racial rights.<</if>> LGBT Score: <<print $lgbt>>/25 <<if $lgbt gte 25>><<s Author>>If there's a queer professor, we need to make sure that they're aware of the club. They're the key for us.<</s>> I made it clear that there was an obvious messaging in our social media campaigns.<<else>>I knew I still didn't have what it takes to make this club one that fights for queer rights.<</if>> Feminism Score: <<print $fem>>/25 <<if $fem gte 25>><<s Author>>The club is mostly comprised of women, and I'm sure a professor would like to empower that - maybe even the principal!<</s>> I tried to remain positive about the entire thing.<<else>>I knew I still didn't have what it takes to make this club one that fights for feminism.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

The social media campaign was over and the results were tallied. It was a stressful time for the entire club as we anticipated what would happen next. <<s Jasmin>>We've followed down a path for our club, and it's all coming to a head. Let's hope we have what it takes to make it through to any one of our professors.<</s>> <<s Author>>What, we're not having any responses? Did Priscilla say anything?<</s>> Our principal's silence on the matter was worrying. <<s Jasmin>>She said that they'd come to a decision AFTER spring break.<</s>> I was frustrated. They really are simply playing with our heartstrings at this point! Besides, I had been doing all of this for the Prom Queenn stuff, and after the break is usually when they announce the results... So this entire thing had been a bust? I was not frustrated, no... I was angry, but also feeling helpless, empty. Like I'd fought for so long... For nothing. <<linkreplace "Move along">><<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Ellis>>It's not all for nothing.<</s>> The non-binary individual had stayed behind with me in class when I didn't move on. We were left alone. It was a tough time for everyone in the club, and yet here was <<light Ellis>> trying to reassure me. <<s Ellis>>Besides all the small good that we've done in the club, there's also the feeling of having done something, anything for the fight.<</s>> They said. I looked at them closer, realizing that there was a real beauty to them beyond the exterior. Their stare was deep, meaningful. Their words were heavy but within their weight carried gold. <<s Author>>It's just... Unfair.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Life has long been unfair, <<print $name>>... You fight and you put your best foot forward, every day.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>And you stumble, and fail. And people notice that more often than they notice your victories.<</s>> I was already crying by that point. <<s Ellis>>But you have to remember all the good you've also made. All the good you've already made in the past 3 months, only. All these events, these occasions to speak about the things that matter... This is all not gone to waste.<</s>> They had moved closer, and had placed their hand around me, and on my shoulder. <<s Author>>I... What's the point if it does nothing?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Nothing? <<print $name>> it's not nothing. Your activism, your work in this club and out of it. Your willingness to stand for your rights and fight for them. Yours and mine... That is not nothing.<</s>> They claimed, aptly so. <<s Ellis>>It's in small steps that we build hope. And though it feels like today you have failed, you have succeeded in planting something for the future. Whether it is in your posts, or your events, or the smile you've shared with any random person... It will count, on the long run. It already has counted, for me.<</s>> I hugged <<light Ellis>> with all I had, finally being able to let off some of the steam that I've had in my heart. Finally able to open up to someone. Maybe a stranger, all things considered, but a sibling soul nonetheless. //I guess the fate of the HRC will be decided next time, then...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</linkreplace>>

<div id='continue'>This was it, the moment of truth. In our ususal meeting space, we were joined by our principal, Ms. <<light Priscilla>>, alongside a few other professors that seemed to be involved in the decision we were about to take. <<s Priscilla>>We all know why we are gathered here.<</s>> The principal spoke up. <<s Priscilla>>I'd first like to command you all for the work you've put into changing this club and growing it to the point it currently has reached, Through your efforts, you've made changes in our school. Whether these are for the better or worst is still to be seen, but at the very least you've given yourselves and other students a space to voice their needs.<</s>> It felt good to receive such praise from her, validating. <<s Priscilla>>However, your activism can no longer continue unadvised and unobserved. We need to make sure you're following the right track, and the way to do so is through a supervisor. A professor from school that will help you by making sure whatever project you come up with next aligns with the school's vision.<</s>> She explained, a sentiment we knew was coming and hoped we'd done enough to prepare for. <<s Priscilla>>And that's what we're here for, to see first if there are any professors interested in what you've been doing, and to then talk about which one of them is best suited to lead the club alongside your president.<</s>> Her nod towards <<if $relationship is "JasminRomance" or $relationship is "JJThrouple">>my partner <</if>><<light Jasmin>>, acknowledging her position, was subtle, but said a lot. <<s Priscilla>>Allow me to speak for myself first.<</s>> She said, continuing her speech. <<pic Priscilla>>The school's Principal<</pic>> <<if $hrcpath is 3 or $fem gte 25>><<s Priscilla>>Your activism in feminist matters has not been unseen. The fact that you keep fighting for gender equality, for giving options to our students in what likes and dislikes they want to pursue, sits well with me. When it comes to your gender activism, I'm interested, and I see great potential in it to give voice to the voiceless. I know it is unusual for a principal to be supervising a club, but I figure it's time for me to be more in touch with what's happening in my school, even at the students' level.<</s>> As she spoke, I found myself smiling wide at her admissions, seeing that the principal was interested was something truly heartwarming. <<s Priscilla>>Should you choose me, that's the thing I intend to care about most, feminist issues and female empowerment.<</s>> <<else>><<s Priscilla>>I personally find that your interests lie in places different than mine, despite certain times where you were fighting for gender equality, a commandable effort.<</s>> She spoke clearly. <<s Priscilla>>And as such, I believe that another professor taking over the club's activities supervision is necessary, as they'd be more in tune with the things that have your interest.<</s>> It would be unusual for a principal to be supervising a club after all... <<s Priscilla>>I will not offer myself as supervisor.<</s>><</if>> After finishing her speech, she turned towards another professor present there, Ms. <<light Rotherford>>, our biology teacher. <<pic Rotherford>>The biology teacher<</pic>> <<if $hrcpath is 2 or $lgbt gte 25>><<s Rotherford>>I'll be really sad if you don't take me as supervisor.<</s>> She jokingly said as a start. <<s Rotherford>>As a member of the LGBT community myself, I am truly excited of the prospect of giving a safe space for our students to discover themselves and what they like. When I told my wife about your activism, we both agreed that we wished we had something like that when we were your age. I command your efforts.<</s>> //She was a lesbian? And married to a woman too?? I never knew that fact about her!// <<s Rotherford>>Seeing that switch with time of our society's beliefs and seeing that inclusive space brings a huge relief to my heart. I'd be thrilled to be supervising your activities, and widen the scope of our community engagement.<</s>> <<else>><<s Rotherford>>Unfortunately, my attention needs to be taken elsewhere.<</s>> She said, her statement clear. <<s Rotherford>>That is not to say that I do not appreciate your activism, especially in matters related to the LGBT community. You've been giving voice to people who didn't have one. But it does seem to me like your attention is divided, and other avenues seem to be more attractive to you.<</s>> She explained, <<s Rotherford>>My wife and I are thrilled by your actions to give space for the LGBT members of the school to speak up in what they believe in, but I think another person supervising you is what you need.<</s>> //She was a lesbian? And married to a woman too?? I never knew that fact about her!//<</if>> Ms. <<light Rotherford>> turned towards the last person there, Mr. <<light Carter>>. <<pic Carter>>The theater professor<</pic>> <<if $hrcpath is 1 or $blm gte 25>><<s Carter>>Black lives matter, and you've been making that clear since the start of your program.<</s>> He stated, already winning our favor. <<s Carter>>Your activism in racial issues, especially since the large majority of your club is comprised of white women, is something that society needs to look up to. In accepting my supervision, I'll be sure to add a masculine, POC voice to the mix, helping you in widening the impact of your activism, reaching a larger audience. Put your trust in me, and you'll find that we'll have a true chance to impact the whole world.<</s>> I smiled to myself, seeing <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes light up as well. She was definitely happy with this outcome, and I knew where her vote was at. <<else>><<s Carter>>Despite the initial projects that your club worked on, it seems like you path has diverged from that starting position. I find you all have been looking elsewhere for activism and its projects, and so cannot offer my aid in your activities.<</s>> As he spoke, I felt <<light Jasmin>> sadden at the revelation. <<s Carter>>You have my appreciation in trying to resolve racial issues, but it does seem to me like your priorities are different than that.<</s>><</if>> With all three adults speaking their mind and offering their point of view over our club, we found ourselves debating between us on which of them to choose to aid us in our projects. It seemed like each had their own priorities for our club, which align with what we already had in mind for it. <<if $hrcpath is 3 or $fem gte 25>>Ms. <<light Priscilla>> was definitely in feminist issues. She'd take the club in that direction.<<else>>Ms. <<light Priscilla>>, a feminist, was not interested in supervising our club.<</if>> <<if $hrcpath is 2 or $lgbt gte 25>>Ms. <<light Rotherford>>, apparently a lesbian, wanted to help us give more voice to the LGBT community.<<else>>Ms. <<light Rotherford>>, apparently a lesbian, did not feel compelled to aid us in our activism.<</if>> <<if $hrcpath is 1 or $blm gte 25>>Mr. <<light Carter>> found kinship with us in our fight against racial prejudices. He was interested in helping us widen the scope of our activism.<<else>>Mr. <<light Carter>> couldn't find it in him to aid us in our activism, finding that our priorities diverged from his.<</if>> <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">>And above all else, <<light Jerome>> had made his own personal thoughts about the club clear to both <<light Jasmin>> and I, wanting to convince us to push for the BLM movement at school. As such, to him, choosing <<light Carter>> would be the only right choice.<</if>> <center>//Which one of the three are we choosing as supervisor?// <<dark "❗Notice❗" "This decision is irreversible, and will impact the HRC's path for the rest of the game.">></center> <<if $hrcpath is 3 or $fem gte 25>><<link "Choose Priscilla">><<add "open" 2>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Priscilla" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I approached my friend and voiced my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>I think we should make use of the fact that it's the principal offering her help, and accept her supervision. It'll make a lot of things a lot easier, and remember that we're doing this for our applications...<</s>> I whispered to her as she ruminated her options. He nodded her head and spoke up: <<s Jasmin>>We appreciate your attention and care to the topic of our club. I think the best option for us moving forward will be you, Ms. Priscilla. We're excited to have your guidance on our activities and what the club is working on.<</s>> She said, flashing her best smile. <<s Priscilla>>Fantastic. Appreciate the trust.<</s>> She said, ushering us out. Next session is going to be interesting for sure, I looked forward to it. <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">>Though part of me worried of what <<light Jerome>>'s reaction would be to all of this. After all, he had clearly stated to us what he was thinking of for the future of the HRC. Was this going to show him that we would still be independent in our actions? We are going after feminism after all...<</if>> <<if $gameday gte 107>><<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Poster">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose Priscilla" "Option not available">><</if>> <<if $hrcpath is 2 or $lgbt gte 25>><<link "Choose Rotherford">><<add "bisex" 2>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Rotherford" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I approached my friend and voiced my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>I think the best option for us is Ms. Rotherford. She's super smart, and it feels like she has something to prove...<</s>> I whispered to her as she ruminated her options. He nodded her head and spoke up: <<s Jasmin>>We appreciate your attention and care to the topic of our club. I think the best option for us moving forward will be you, Ms. Rotherford. We're excited to have your guidance on our activities and what the club is working on.<</s>> She said, flashing her best smile. <<s Rotherford>>Fantastic. I won't let you down.<</s>> She said with gravitas, ushering us out. Next session is going to be interesting for sure, I looked forward to it. <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">>Though part of me worried of what <<light Jerome>>'s reaction would be to all of this. After all, he had clearly stated to us what he was thinking of for the future of the HRC. Was this going to show him that we would still be independent in our actions? Were we too eager to celebrate our own sexual liberty that we forgot to follow his //request// of us?<</if>> <<if $gameday gte 107>><<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Poster">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose Rotherford" "Option not available">><</if>> <<if $hrcpath is 1 or $blm gte 25>><<link "Choose Carter">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Carter" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I approached my friend and voiced my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>We already know who we're going to choose, aren't we? It's obvious what this club has always been about...<</s>> I whispered to her as she ruminated her options. He nodded her head and spoke up: <<s Jasmin>>We appreciate your attention and care to the topic of our club. But there is no way we could pass up on having a strong hand aiding us in our projects. We're excited to have your guidance on our activities, Mr. Carter.<</s>> She said, flashing her best smile. <<s Carter>>You made the right choice today.<</s>> He said, a shiver going down my spine at his words as he ushered us out. Next session is going to be interesting for sure, I looked forward to it. <<if $relationship is "JJThrouple">>And I knew furthermore that <<light Jerome>> would be pleased with the decision we took for the HRC. After all, he did want us to work on that path in particular, and here we were following his request //like good girls//.<</if>> <<if $gameday gte 107>><<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Poster">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose Carter" "Option not available">><</if>></div>

There was a palpable energy in the air as we gathered in our usual class in preparation of what our next project would be, each with their own opinion and ideas of where to take the club next. <<s Ellis>>There obviously needs to be something to do with trans rights, we're being constantly attacked these days!<</s>> The non-binary folk said, a person with their eye on what's important. <<s Jasmin>>Easter is around the corner and we're yet to do anything about it at school.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Wasn't that already done in the spring break?<</s>> <<s professor>>It's not the same.<</s>> <<if $club.has("HRC Supervisor Carter")>><<s Carter>>I've talked to your principal.<</s>> Our supervisor finally interjected, <<s Carter>>And we have secured the Easter Party for the club.<</s>> Mr. <<light Carter>>, our newest supervisor, was an attractive black man with very clear ideas on how the club should grow. Ideas that clearly aligned with <<light Jasmin>>'s vision for the club. <<s Jasmin>>See, told you we'd get something smart done.<</s>> <<s Carter>>Thankfully, I've also been putting in the work to decide on what the theme of the party would be, something that fits the entire vibe of the school while also bringing a fun opportunity for costumes.<</s>> He said, raising our spirits and exciting our crowd. <<s Carter>>A Snow Bunny party!<</s>> Indeed, as he said that, the supervisor revealed two very different posters to the lot of us, each unique in the way it portrayed itself, as he beemed with confidence. Thankfully, I was familiar enough with some movements to understand what a Snow Bunny stands for... And secretely kind of liked it. Part of me preferred the second poster to the first, something about it striking me as more elegant... <<if $mediasavvy gte 40>>I particularly knew that this poster would look better on social media, where most of our audience was...<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster1.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 1>><<set $easteraudience to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the first poster, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, already excited about the theme of the party that we'd decided on. After all, we'd catered a lot of our approach in this club, from our projects to our social media campaign, to receive a supervisor that resembles us and our mentality, and the theme that they'd come up with aligns well with our ideology. All that was left was to announce the event. <<s Carter>>It will happen tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves.<</s>> Our supervisor announced. <<s Carter>>And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, excited about what this entire endeavor would bring us as our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. <<light Jasmin>> in particular shared my excitement, happy to have led a club in the image of activism that she most believed in. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster4.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 4>><<set $easteraudience to 5>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 4" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the second poster, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, already excited about the theme of the party that we'd decided on. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. This poster does look best.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s agreement brought comfort to my ears, as our president gave her seal of approval. We'd catered a lot of our approach in this club, from our projects to our social media campaign, to receive a supervisor that resembles us and our mentality, and the theme that they'd come up with aligns well with our ideology. All that was left was to announce the event. <<s Carter>>It will happen tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves.<</s>> Our supervisor announced. <<s Carter>>And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, excited about what this entire endeavor would bring us as our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. <<light Jasmin>> in particular shared my excitement, happy to have led a club in the image of activism that she most believed in. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Rotherford")>><<s Rotherford>>I've talked to your principal.<</s>> Our supervisor finally interjected, <<s Rotherford>>And we have secured the Easter Party for the club.<</s>> Miss <<light Rotherford>>, our newest supervisor, was an attractive white woman with very clear ideas on how the club should grow. Ideas that clearly aligned with <<light Ellis>>'s vision for the club. <<s Ellis>>That sounds exciting!<</s>> <<s Rotherford>>Thankfully, I've also been putting in the work to decide on what the theme of the party would be, something that fits the entire vibe of the school while also bringing a fun opportunity for growth.<</s>> She said, raising our spirits and exciting our crowd. <<s Rotherford>>An Egg-Cracking party!<</s>> Indeed, as she said that, the supervisor revealed two very different posters to the lot of us, each unique in the way it portrayed itself, as she beemed with confidence. <<s Ellis>>Egg-cracking... Subtle yet on the nose. I love it.<</s>> It took me a moment to understand it, as I was familiar with more sapphic aspects of the queer community. Eggs are usually considered to be trans people in hiding, individuals that are afraid to reveal their true trans colors or don't know that they are trans yet. Something that our school could benefit from cracking, I felt. Part of me preferred the second poster to the first, something about it striking me as more elegant... <<if $mediasavvy gte 40>>I particularly knew that this poster would look better on social media, where most of our audience was...<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster2.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 2>><<set $easteraudience to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the first poster, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, already excited about the theme of the party that we'd decided on. After all, we'd catered a lot of our approach in this club, from our projects to our social media campaign, to receive a supervisor that resembles us and our mentality, and the theme that they'd come up with aligns well with our ideology. All that was left was to announce the event. <<s Rotherford>>It will happen tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves.<</s>> Our supervisor announced. <<s Rotherford>>And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, excited about what this entire endeavor would bring us as our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. <<light Ellis>> in particular shared my excitement, happy to be part of a club that looked most like them. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster5.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 5>><<set $easteraudience to 5>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 5" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the second poster, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, already excited about the theme of the party that we'd decided on. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. This poster does look best.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s agreement brought comfort to my ears, as our president gave her seal of approval. We'd catered a lot of our approach in this club, from our projects to our social media campaign, to receive a supervisor that resembles us and our mentality, and the theme that they'd come up with aligns well with our ideology. All that was left was to announce the event. <<s Rotherford>>It will happen tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves.<</s>> Our supervisor announced. <<s Rotherford>>And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, excited about what this entire endeavor would bring us as our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. <<light Ellis>> in particular shared my excitement, happy to be part of a club that looked most like them. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Priscilla")>><<s Priscilla>>I've talked to the board.<</s>> Our supervisor finally interjected, <<s Priscilla>>And we have secured the Easter Party for the club.<</s>> Miss <<light Priscilla>>, our principal and now club supervisor, was an attractive white woman with very clear ideas on how the club should grow; a great asset to the club moving forward. <<s Ellis>>That sounds exciting!<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>Thankfully, I've also been putting in the work to decide on what the theme of the party would be, something that fits the entire vibe of the school while also bringing a fun opportunity for growth.<</s>> She said, raising our spirits and exciting our crowd. <<s Priscilla>>A Rope Bunny party!<</s>> Indeed, as she said that, the supervisor revealed two very different posters to the lot of us, each unique in the way it portrayed itself, as she beemed with confidence. I had a feeling that our principal didn't entirely understand what Rope Bunny stood for, but then again she might have been playing on the expectations of the word to make the party look more like what the club needs it to be. After all, rope play was abut consent, the way I understood it... Whether the "Rope Bunny" theme was actually helpful to feminism or not was yet to be seen, as I imagined <<light Matthew>>'s comments on the theme already... Part of me preferred the second poster to the first, something about it striking me as more elegant... <<if $mediasavvy gte 40>>I particularly knew that this poster would look better on social media, where most of our audience was...<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster3.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 3>><<set $easteraudience to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the first poster, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, already excited about the theme of the party that we'd decided on. After all, we'd catered a lot of our approach in this club, from our projects to our social media campaign, to receive a supervisor that resembles us and our mentality, and the theme that they'd come up with aligns well with our ideology. All that was left was to announce the event. <<s Priscilla>>It will happen tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves.<</s>> Our supervisor announced. <<s Priscilla>>And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, excited about what this entire endeavor would bring us as our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. Though I still didn't know if the theme would become the downfall of the whole club, I held my hopes up for what it might mean to be a "Rope Bunny" in a feminist world. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster6.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 6>><<set $easteraudience to 5>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 6" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the second poster, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, already excited about the theme of the party that we'd decided on. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. This poster does look best.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s agreement brought comfort to my ears, as our president gave her seal of approval. <<s Jasmin>>And the theme is spot on for the club!<</s>> We'd catered a lot of our approach in this club, from our projects to our social media campaign, to receive a supervisor that resembles us and our mentality, and the theme that they'd come up with aligns well with our ideology. All that was left was to announce the event. <<s Priscilla>>It will happen tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves.<</s>> Our supervisor, the principal, announced. <<s Priscilla>>And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, excited about what this entire endeavor would bring us as our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. Though I still didn't know if the theme would become the downfall of the whole club, I held my hopes up for what it might mean to be a "Rope Bunny" in a feminist world. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<less "reputation" 5>>We didn't have a supervisor, having taken too long to choose one, playing around with other aspects of the HRC and possibly even me missing out on sessions... And it was coming to bite us hard in the ass, as we not only were lost on what to do for easter but were further faced with a tough decision that exacerbated our chances at making a successful event. Chaos ensued, as we received three different posters from the SAO, with a claim under each of them that confirmed our fear that this would be the final event that the HRC would participate in before it is dissolved. The first poster seemed to cater more to the BLM movement, an event which would be led by <<light Carter>>. The second poster seemed to cater more to the LGBT movement, an event that would be led by <<light Rotherford>>. The third and last poster seemed to cater more to the feminism movement, an event which would be led by <<light Priscilla>>, our principal. All three posters looked like shit, half-committed with the supervisor that they came alongside. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster1.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 1>><<set $easteraudience to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 1 Alone" 1 "HRC Easter 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the first poster and its theme, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, my voice joined with our president <<light Jasmin>>'s, who was particularly excited about this event being our image to the whole school. <<s Jasmin>>The whole reason behind the club was to bring voice to the voiceless, and we're going to ensure that this event shows just how much the school needs us.<</s>> The activist beauty said, excited and empassioned, <<s Jasmin>>If we are to go down, we better go down with a big bang.<</s>> Our president was received with positive cheers, though I knew we'd encounter our fair share of adversaries to this interracial route for the club. Just then, a new appearance made itself known, our newest supervisor. <<s Carter>>While I appreciate your passion, this is to be the club's last event before it is dissolved.<</s>> Our supervisor, Mr <<light Carter>>, announced. <<s Carter>>It will be announced tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves. And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and though there was a decent sense of bitter-sweetness to the end of the club, I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, hopeful that our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. <<light Jasmin>> in particular shared my excitement, happy to have led a club in the image of activism that she most believed in. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster2.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 2>><<set $easteraudience to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 2 Alone" 1 "HRC Easter 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the second poster and its theme, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, my voice joined with <<light Ellis>>', who was particularly excited about this event being our image to the whole school. <<s Ellis>>There's honestly so many trans eggs to be cracked at this school, and I want to help in bringing them to light.<</s>> They'd said excitedly, <<s Ellis>>I'm all in on this!<</s>> The non-binary person was received with positive cheers, though I knew we'd encounter our fair share of adversaries to this queer route for the club. Just then, a new appearance made itself known, our newest supervisor. <<s Rotherford>>This is to be the club's last event before it is dissolved.<</s>> Our supervisor, Miss <<light Rotherford>>, announced. <<s Priscilla>>It will be announced tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves. And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and though there was a decent sense of bitter-sweetness to the end of the club, I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, hopeful that our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. <<light Ellis>> in particular shared my excitement, happy to be part of a club that looked most like them. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/easter/poster3.jpg' width='30%'>">><<set $easterposter to 3>><<set $easteraudience to 0>><<pickup $club "HRC Easter 3 Alone" 1 "HRC Easter 3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<include "Easter Poster">> Making my argument for the third poster and its theme, I managed to convince the rest of the club on that one, my voice joined with <<light Matthew>>'s, who was particularly excited about this event being our image to the whole school. <<s Matthew>>A feminist "Rope Bunny", sounds about right!<</s>> He mockingly said, already showing how much he valued this approach. <<s Matthew>>Too bad I won't be able to help much, as I concentrate on my swim meets.<</s>> The star athlete took his leave from the club, though I knew he'd be one of our most vocal adversaries now that the club went down the feminist route. With him gone though, a new appearance made itself known, our newest supervisor. <<s Priscilla>>This is to be the club's last event before it is dissolved.<</s>> Our supervisor, the principal, announced. <<s Priscilla>>It will be announced tomorrow morning. We'll distribute the poster and offer you some to distribute yourselves. And we'll put the party's finishing touches next club meeting ahead of Friday's party.<</s>> The plan was set, and though there was a decent sense of bitter-sweetness to the end of the club, I was already looking forward to the announcement tomorrow, hopeful that our year of activism culminated in a big, exciting event. Though I still didn't know if the theme would be the final, devastating blow to an already destroyed club, I held my hopes up for what it might mean to be a "Rope Bunny" in a feminist world. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>>Walking into class that day, I was quickly informed by one of the students that our advisor had requested to talk to me in their office. And so, not quite knowing what to expect from that conversation, I headed in that direction. <<if $club.has("HRC Supervisor Carter")>><<s Carter>><<print $name>>. This won't take long.<</s>> The intense theater professor barely greeted me as I stepped into his office - if you could even call it that. <<s Carter>>I know you were the person behind the social media activism that caught my attention to this club.<</s>> He explained, and I smiled at his consideration, <<s Carter>>Though I'm not entirely sure that you know what you're talking about.<</s>> That was odd. <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Carter>>The head of the HRC, fighting for racial equality, is two white women.<</s>> He said. <<s Carter>>You do understand and can appreciate how that sounds, can't you?<</s>> I knew it would eventually come back for us, but it seemed like this professor was already willing to make changes... And at such a critical time too. <<s Carter>>What is to make me believe that you're not doing this only for the exposure? The club did start after all when the application process change was announced.<</s>> Infuriatingly, he had a point, and that didn't sit well with me. I was not using other people's misery for my own benefit, was I? <<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Priscilla")>><<s Priscilla>><<print $name>>. This won't take long.<</s>> The principal, our club's advisor, welcomed me into her office, having me sit in a chair in front of her. <<s Priscilla>>I know you were the person behind the social media activism that put you on the radar for me,<</s>> She admitted, making me feel good about the work I'd put in. <<s Priscilla>>Though I find some of the messages shared there to be somewhat dubious.<</s>> Her claim brought confusion to my mind. <<s Priscilla>>Particularly, there are individuals that are critical of the HRC's work, men at school who have their doubts about your true intentions.<</s>> She explained, and I already had a couple names in mind. <<s Priscilla>>That's why I want to know your true intentions. Jasmin might be the face, but you're the one that had the final confrontation with Matthew about the direction of the club.<</s>> The principal knew more than she had been letting on, a true diplomat. <<s Priscilla>>What is that direction? What will the party look like?<</s>> She asked, intent on finding an answer to her real questions. <<else>><<s Rotherford>><<print $name>>. This won't take long.<</s>> Miss <<light Rotherford>>, our club's advisor, was seated at her desk when I walked in, and never invited me to take a seat. Almost empty, the office had never shown even a hint of her sapphic romance, and still didn't. <<s Rotherford>>I'm surprised that the whole school is not snickering behind my back about having a wife.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Rotherford>>I'd imagine everyone in the halls talking about it by now, aren't they?<</s>> I was surprised by her statement, and explained the reason behind it. <<s Author>>I... Miss nobody cares really.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>We have other things to care about, and besides, love is love.<</s>> She couldn't quite understand it, but then again she'd grown up in a different, more demanding time. <<s Rotherford>>Regardless, that attention will still be present at the party.<</s>> She said, a true claim, <<s Rotherford>>And it will make or break this club.<</s>> I could see what she meant. It was the first huge event of its kind for the newly-officialized club. And her supervision would be essential. <<s Rotherford>>What's your goal behind this party? What do you hope to achieve? Why now?<</s>> Her barrage of questions, while well-meaning, still carried the intensity of an interrogation. I hesitated on the approach to take with her, someone that has had to question a lot her whole life...<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $club.has("HRC Supervisor Carter")>><<if $bbcworld gte 40>><<link "I obviously believe in black superiority">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I dare not argue with you, sir.<</s>> I said, already showing my deference to his authority as a black man. <<s Author>>I know how it looks and am well aware of it, and while the image of two white women encouraging others like us to support black men and women in their quests for control is a beautiful one, I understand how it might clash with true activism.<</s>> I tried to be diplomatic when all I wanted to do was beg him for his forgiveness. <<s Author>>We've only done this because we look to empower black people. We know our place, and only want to ensure others do too. Our whole social media campaign was to show people that the sentiment is universal, that we should all know our places.<</s>> I saw the man nodding his head, appreciating my speeches. <<s Carter>>That's good. That's good.<</s>> He seemed to be accepting of my claim. <<s Carter>>And just how willing are you to go for that message?<</s>> <<s Author>>I believe in black superiority with all my heart, sir. All the way.<</s>> I was happy to see my professor smile. <<s Carter>>We'll be sure to confirm it during the party.<</s>> He promised, and I was already imagining what he'd have in plan for me. <<s Carter>>That will be all.<</s>> I've had dreams about it, but there's no way that's what my professor has planned for me, is it? <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I obviously believe in black superiority" "No I don't.">><</if>> <<link "I'm not entirely certain.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I don't know how to answer you sir.<</s>> I admitted to him then, aware of the optics of the situation. <<s Carter>>That's what I feared.<</s>> He said. <<s Carter>>Though simply put, if you're not ready to accept the whole of the message you're preaching to the whole school, it will soon show at the party.<</s>> He explained, <<s Carter>>And I really fear for your future as heads of the club if that happens.<</s>> I already feared for it. <<s Carter>>The party better be a resounding success, or else.<</s>> Threat issued, I knew I needed to work double time to make sure that we gathered enough individuals to the cause. My week was already full, and it had just gotten fuller. <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Priscilla")>><<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "I obviously believe in female superiority">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Just like I put Matthew in his place, and just like my entire goal from the start had been, it was not only about equality.<</s>> I explained to her. <<s Author>>Under the guise of freedom of choice and equal rights, I'd made sure that people saw us, women, as superior.<</s>> <<s Author>>I've done a lot in embracing not only femininity in people - ask Ellis about that even! - but also in advertising our female bodies as superior and worthy of respect.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>You'll find that I carry these goals even in my private life, Miss. Even in every interaction I carry, especially with men.<</s>> I could see her warm up to what I was saying, clearly in line with what she'd had in mind. <<s Author>>Women are superior, and Friday's party will prove it to everyone at this school, including these butthurt boys that came to you with their false claims. Especially the "star" athlete with a size problem.<</s>> <<light Priscilla>> tried to hide her laugh, though it still escaped her lips. <<s Priscilla>>That's what I wanted to hear, really.<</s>> She reassured me then, <<s Priscilla>>And I do hope to see that resounding success at the party.<</s>> Her wink told me she was right on the same page as I was regarding that entire thing, and I was already looking forward to it all. The party would be the end of some people's hopes for dominion, I was certain of it. <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte -40>><<link "I... Don't actually think women are superior. I know I'm not.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I'm not sure.<</s>> I hesitated, true to my character, in front of the intense-looking principal. <<s Author>>I've tried my best at multiple intervals, and my best has constantly not been enough.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>And though I've seen women be superior, be dominant and all, in many interactions in my past, I don't think I carry that strong energy in me.<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>That's what I'm afraid of.<</s>> She said, though there was a glint of... Understanding? In her tone. <<s Priscilla>>Fighting against nature is exhausting.<</s>> She'd continue to admit, <<s Priscilla>>And unfortunately, it looks like both the heads of the HRC are submissive, a weak front that could easily crack.<</s>> I didn't know how to respond to that. <<s Priscilla>>I have a feeling the party will prove that beyond doubt, and already dread what that will look like.<</s>> She didn't look like someone who was afraid, the spark in her eyes as she spoke told something different, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was definitely mistaking it for something I wanted to see. Definitely. <<s Priscilla>>Now that is confirmed, I'm up to see what the party will be looking like. Take care.<</s>> Just like that, I was dismissed from the party to take care of my own parts, the conversation looming large in my head. What was our principal hoping would happen at the party? What would it look like? <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I obviously believe in gender-based superiority" "No I don't. (Not submissive or dominant enough)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not entirely certain.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I don't know how to answer you Ma'am.<</s>> I admitted, <<s Author>>I'm not sure there is any particular plans for the party, all I know is that it will be easter-like.<</s>> She scoffed at that. <<s Priscilla>>That is what I was afraid of; a lack of direction.<</s>> She said. <<s Priscilla>>And though you'd try your best to make this event a success, if you lack a clear destination in mind for what message you want to push, you better believe that the club will not last.<</s>> It was more of a threat than a prediction. And I felt that deeply. <<s Author>>I understand what you mean, Miss.<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>I hope you do, <<print $name>>.<</s>> I was afraid for the club now. In trying to save it and having the principal guide us, I may have put us right in her hands to disband us - and ruin our chances to get anything done in the future. I could only hope the event would be a resounding success for the club, to ensure that my future as prom queen would continue to be a probability even. <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<if $bisex gte 40>><<link "Everyone's at least a little queer.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Everyone's at least a little queer, Ma'am.<</s>> I said to the professor, <<s Author>>And one does not have to hide that fact from their mind or have to hide it from the society they live in.<</s>> I was allusing to her own story, a professor that we didn't know was queer in any way until she'd revealed it a couple weeks back when we were looking for a supervisor for the club. And now that she was, she had a lot on the line. <<s Author>>It takes courage to admit it to ourselves first, and the whole school second.<</s>> I explained, showing her I understood the struggle, <<s Author>>But I hope that in creating such a story, we'd offer our students enough support to show them that there is a hope in a future where they can openly love and be loved in return.<</s>> I could see a smile form on her usually stoic face, as she took in my claims and applied them to herself. I was giving others what she'd hoped to have in her own past, and it was clearly having a positive effect on the woman that had yet to show me any emotions in the years she'd been my professor. <<s Rotherford>>That's more than I could have hoped for for the club.<</s>> She said, <<s Rotherford>>And with such guidance, between you and Jasmin, I am certain that the message will come across.<</s>> Her admission and smile - however short-lived - would carry over with me as I walked out to help with the preparations once more. <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Everyone's at least a little queer." "I know I'm not.">><</if>> <<link "I'm not entirely certain.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, I wouldn't entirely know.<</s>> I admitted, <<s Author>>It seems like the right thing to do?<</s>> My lack of commitment seemed to have a negative effect on my professor, who no doubt was hoping for more from me. <<s Author>>I just want everyone to be happy and live their lives completely.<</s>> <<s Rotherford>>As do I, but I don't claim to have a vision and a plan, and have people follow me just because I feel like it.<</s>> She could be hurtful when she wants to be, and it looked like she really had a goal in mind. To bring me down. <<s Rotherford>>That event of yours better be a true success, otherwise I doubt that I could explain the existence of the club any longer to your principal.<</s>> She claimed with such intensity that I couldn't deny that there was truth to her words. I was in deep waters, and need to hold onto any hope I had. <<s Author>>I won't let you down.<</s>> <<s Rotherford>>Hard to believe. You already have.<</s>> I was worried for the future of the club, but needed to concentrate on getting the party going. It was my one chance to not only preserve the club, but also secure a future chance at //Becoming Prom Queen//... <<link "Talk to Jasmin" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2 and $jasminavoid is false>><<s Jasmin>>All good with the professor?<</s>> I was immediately approached by the club president, <<light Jasmin>>, as I walked out of the meeting I'd had. <<s Author>>Yes, yes.<</s>> I answered non-commitedly, <<s Author>>All good on your end?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Preparations are well underway, though I'm worried about the amount of people coming in to the party.<</s>> <<s Author>>We already have a few people coming.<</s>> I said to her. <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Sasha Invite") or $friendsevents.has("EP Jamila Invite")>>Aside from the people from school, I already had invited some of my own, and it was shaping up to be a nice event, I thought.<<else>>Though maybe she'd want people from out of school. I had a couple trans people in mind for that... Maybe I should reach out.<</if>> <<s Jasmin>>We really need to pick it up, <<print $name>>! This party needs to be the absolute best!<</s>> She claimed. <<s Author>>I know, I'm doing all I can.<</s>> She still seemed to be thinking of something. <<s Author>>What are you suggesting?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Co-workers.<</s>> <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Spencer Invite")>><<s Author>>Well yeah, I already invited Spencer from S&M where I work.<</s>> I shared with her, excited about the addition. And though it looked like she appreciated the addition to the party, there was still some hope to be had.<<else>>I thought about her claim, realizing that it would possibly be a personal success if I was able to bring <<light Spencer>> along to the party... <<s Author>>Not a bad idea. I'll see how to bring people from S&M.<</s>> I admitted to her.<</if>> <<s Jasmin>>No, silly! I was talking about someone else...<</s>> She was trying to be sneaky about it, but it was obvious to me that she was thinking of someone very precise. <<s Author>>He's a DJ, you know. Elio.<</s>> I said, allowing myself to play her game. <<s Jasmin>>I know, that's why I'm thinking of him.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Jasmin>>Might be great for the party to have him around.<</s>> She did have a point. <<s Jasmin>>So, should I invite him?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $work.has("EP Elio Invite Me")>><<link "I already invited him">><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I already did invite him.<</s>> I shared with her enthusiastically. Her smile was wide, and I could see clear interest in her eyes. <<s Author>>Don't look too excited!<</s>> I jokingly called her out on it. Her positive attitude carried as she walked away to take care of other things. And I was left with the thought that unless I meet him first, she might cause her own brand of trouble during the night of the party... <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Bathroom Invite")>>I silently cursed myself for not having told her of our unannounced group of bathroom visitors, but realized that it was now too late to talk about it. And I wondered what their addition would bring to the party... <<else>>The party was shaping up to be quite the event, though there was still doubts on my mind as to how successful it was going to be...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $work.has("EP Elio Talk")>><<link "I already tried and it didn't work">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, I already tried talking to him, and it didn't quite work for me.<</s>> I admitted to her. <<s Author>>He's kind of expensive.<</s>> She laughed at my claim. <<s Jasmin>>You really gotta work on your people skills, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She reprimanded me. <<s Jasmin>>I think I can change his mind.<</s>> //Maybe she'd dare to go where I didn't...// <div id='choices2'><<link "Sure, you can try!">><<pickup $work "EP Elio Invite" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You're welcome to try, Jasmin.<</s>> I said to her then. She smiled and winked at me, her intentions quite clear, as she headed on her way to take care of a piece of decorations that other were working on. <<light Jasmin>> always accomplishes her goals, though I had my doubts as to what to expect come the party this Friday... Better keep an eye on her, I guess. <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Bathroom Invite")>>I silently cursed myself for not having told her of our unannounced group of bathroom visitors, but realized that it was now too late to talk about it. And I wondered what their addition would bring to the party... <<else>>The party was shaping up to be quite the event, though there was still doubts on my mind as to how successful it was going to be...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Maybe better not">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Honestly, Jasmin, I think it's better not to make such a move.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I know he's a DJ and all, but he kind of gives me the creeps.<</s>> She seemed thoughtful at that, considering her options. <<s Jasmin>>I guess you already tried... You're right.<</s>> She said then, accepting my judgement of the situation. It was nice to have such a sway over her decisions, my opinion as vice-president of the club valued. <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Bathroom Invite")>>I silently cursed myself for not having told her of our unannounced group of bathroom visitors, but realized that it was now too late to talk about it. And I wondered what their addition would bring to the party... <<else>>The party was shaping up to be quite the event, though there was still doubts on my mind as to how successful it was going to be...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "You're welcome to try">><<pickup $work "EP Elio Invite" 1>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Be my guest, Jasmin. You're welcome to try!<</s>> I said to her then. <<light Jasmin>> gave me a sly wink at that statement. <<s Jasmin>>You know I'll have the best DJ in town at our party.<</s>> She said before walking away to another space where she was needed. The party's preps well underway, I could only imagine to what lengths <<light Jasmin>> would go to have <<light Elio>> come over... <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Bathroom Invite")>>I silently cursed myself for not having told her of our unannounced group of bathroom visitors, but realized that it was now too late to talk about it. And I wondered what their addition would bring to the party... <<else>>The party was shaping up to be quite the event, though there was still doubts on my mind as to how successful it was going to be...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "I don't think that's a good idea">><<less "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Listen, Jasmin... I don't think it's a good idea.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Why not?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly I don't know. The guy gives me the creeps.<</s>> I admitted. She seemed thoughtful at that statement, taking it in for a moment before speaking. <<s Jasmin>>I trust your judgement, <<print $name>>. No invite for him.<</s>> She said. <<s Jamsin>>But we need all the people we can get, don't forget to invite them!<</s>> I nodded my head in the affirmative, knowing that we'd have a big challenge on our hands, and excited to see how things would progress as the week went along and we approached Friday. <<if $friendsevents.has("EP Bathroom Invite")>>I silently cursed myself for not having told her of our unannounced group of bathroom visitors, but realized that it was now too late to talk about it. And I wondered what their addition would bring to the party... <<else>>The party was shaping up to be quite the event, though there was still doubts on my mind as to how successful it was going to be...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "HRC Easter Prep">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>As we walked out of the room where the preparations were well underway, I thought excitedly at the prospects of the upcoming party. Conversations had filled the week since its announcement, but the one that loomed larger than all the rest was that which took place at my surprise birthday party. The one that was taught about in class. The one that had been the topic of many conversations and approaches... Chastity, a theme kind of close to that of the party, in that it trapped eggs in its cage and controlled them. Whether male or female, it was a topic of consideration, possibly. //Was it something to really consider for that party?// <div id='choices'><<link "At least someone's getting caged">><<pickup $friendsevents "Chastity Option" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew that someone was going to find themselves trapped in steel by the end of the party. There was no denying that that was the natural progression of events, and that things would continue to evolve in that direction. Though I had my clue as to who was going to find themselves trapped by the end of it, I also knew I'd have to put in the work to make it happen. //A visit to Nexus Toys might be waranted.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I already have too much on my plate to care">><<pickup $friendsevents "Chastity Non-Option" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew that there was buzz about the topic, but I also knew that it was of no interest to me. And I was going to act accordingly, not allowing it to have an impact over me and my relationships, or to get in the way of anyone's pleasure. There was something odd about wanting this kind of control over someone else, in my mind, and I wasn't going to entertain that thought any longer. It didn't feel right. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<pichead "clubs/lw.jpg" "Leo Workout Sessions">> <<if $friendsevents.count("First Workout") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "First Workout" 1>><<if $costumechoice is 5>>After our meeting with <<light Julio>> where we decided to dress up as Greek gladiators, <<light Leo>> and I had a mission that we needed to accomplish. Working out had to be our goal for the upcoming week or so, before our next Monday Class.<<else>><<light Leo>> had mentioned earlier how he was looking to redefine himself this new year, and I was willing to help him. The thought came to my mind as I walked into the gym and saw him there.<</if>> Approaching my friend, I talked to him: <<s Author>>Someone's out of place! Looking for some ass shaking, Leo?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ass shaking?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's a figure of speech. Feel like working out?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Only if you tell me what I'm supposed to do...<</s>> <<s Author>>I've got you!<</s>> <<link "Continue" "Leoworkout">><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.count("First Workout 2") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "First Workout 2" 1>><<add "leoworkout" 1>> Walking into the local gym, <<light Leo>> and I parted ways to change into our workout clothes in the locker rooms before we joined each other on the gym floor. There, we stood and looked at each other. <<s Leo>>So... What are we supposed to do?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly, I don't really know.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What, you've researched everything on this planet and get the highest grades in class and don't know how to work out?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well I'm in the process of learning that at home, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to do and what you are.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Why, am I supposed to do something different?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well, yeah... I think...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Okay this was a mistake.<</s>> <<s Author>>No it's not. We both need it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'll follow your lead then, I guess..<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Have him work out differently than myself">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/workout1-masc.jpg">> Knowing that <<light Leo>> is different than I am, I gave him a workout that is better suited for him, and asked him to carry weights and work his upper body more. He struggled for a while but made it happen eventually. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Give him masculine variations">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/workout1-nb.jpg">> While <<light Leo>> needed to work out and improve his physical ability, I couldn't distract myself too long in giving him a personalized workout drill, and instead gave him more masculine variations of the same things I was doing. The outcome was somewhat satisfying, although I couldn't really get a workout of my own in. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Work his glutes like me.">><<add "athletics" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/workout1-fem.jpg">> I couldn't bother myself to give him his own workout, and instead went for my own and had him follow and do the same. Something inside me further pushed me not to allow him heavier weights in the workouts we were doing, and instead required him to do exactly the same as me. It was nice seeing him join me in our workouts and doing the same things I was. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $leoworkout is 2 and $costumechoice is 5>><<add "leoworkout" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>>This was our final workout before our classes monday, and we were both nervous of not having done enough ahead of the class. <<if $alphabeta lt 0>> <<vid "events/leoevents/fem-workout.mp4">> While <<light Leo>> was not the most masculine person out there, our workouts were paying off well. I was proud of the progress he had done during that week but was sure he'd not stand a chance in the face of more masculine men.<<else>> <<vid "events/leoevents/masc-workout.mp4">> <<light Leo>> had made a lot of progress in these past few weeks, really pushing his limits and giving himself a truly improved physique.<</if>> As for me... <<pichalf "workout/gym.jpg">> <<if $athletics gte 10>>I was confident that I had improved my physique enough this past week for the costume choice we had made. I was looking forward to class to show off my physique.<<else>>I knew I was lacking, and cursed myself for not quite getting myself to where I needed to be. Even though <<light Leo>> was ready, I was not, and I was about to cost us the costume option.<</if>> Happy with this last workout ahead of classes, <<light Leo>> and I finished our workout for the day. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $leoworkout is 14 or $gameday gte 55 and $leoworkout lt 14>><<set $leoworkout to 15>><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>... I have some news...<</s>> My friend said hesitantly as we were finishing up our workout for the day. He did seem on edge throughout, and now, finally, he was about to share what truly was on his mind. <<s Author>>I'm all ears.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>It's about the workouts we've been having...<</s>> He started, <<s Leo>>I will only be able to make it on Sundays from here on out.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh...<</s>> I was startled. <<s Author>>Is there a reason for that?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing important, but I've been working on something for the weekdays, and... I guess you'll find out when you do, but it's worth it, I promise!<</s>> He said sweetly. <div id='choices'><<link "Insist he tells me.">><<less "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Come on, I'm your best friend! Can't you tell me?<</s>> I asked him, hoping he'll crack and share what's got him distracted like that. <<s Leo>>It's a bit of a tricky thing. I'd rather not.<</s>> He said, closed off now. <<s Leo>>And I'd appreciate it if you just... Respected my choice.<</s>> He seemed frustrated by my reaction to his statement. I truly didn't need to pressure a friend like that after all... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Show him support">><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Whatever it is, I'm sure you've made the right choice. There's no pressure, Leo.<</s>> I said to him, showing him I supported his decision. <<s Leo>>Thanks <<print $name>>. I really appreciate it.<</s>> He said sweetly, giving me half a hug. <<s Author>>You stink, get away.<</s>> I quipped back at him, before moving along with the workout. He laughed. //I wonder what Wednesday Workouts will bring now <<light Leo>> isn't there...// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Accept it, move on.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Okay then... Good luck.<</s>> I said half-heartedly. I guess he has his reasons, so be it. <<s Leo>>Thanks, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said as he moved along with his workout. //I wonder what Wednesday Workouts will bring now <<light Leo>> isn't there...// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $leoworkout gte 15 and $springbreak.count("Passed") is 0>><center><<if $club.count("LW BW try 1") is 0>><<link "A bad workout" "LW Bad Workout">><<pickup $club "LW BW try 1" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><</link>><<elseif $club.count("LW BW try 2") is 0>><<link "A bad workout" "LW Bad Workout">><<pickup $club "LW BW try 2" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "A bad workout" "All scenes seen.">><</if>> | <<if $club.count("LW Pre-SB") is 0 and $gameday gt 80>><<link "Ahead of the Holiday" "LW Pre-Spring Break">><<pickup $club "LW Pre-SB" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><</link>><<elseif $gameday lte 80>><<dark "Ahead of the holiday" "Too soon for this">><<else>><<dark "Ahead of the Holiday" "Pre-springbreak workout Seen">><</if>> | <<if $leoevent is 5 and $Leo gte 60>><<link "A Special Event" "Leo Event 6">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Leo lt 60>><<dark "A Special Event" "Improve the friendship">><<elseif $leoevent gte 6>><<dark "A Special Event" "Already Seen">><</if>> <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>></center> <<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $club.count("PSB LW First") is 0>><<pickup $club "PSB LW First" 1>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<goto "LW Feminine">><<else>><<goto "LW Masculine">><</if>> <<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $club.count("PSB LW Play") is 0>><<pickup $club "PSB LW Play" 1>><<goto "LW Play Talk">> <<elseif $springbreak.has("Passed") and $club.count("PSB LW Butt") is 0>><<pickup $club "PSB LW Butt" 1>><<if $relationship is "leoonly" or $relationship is "ellaonly" or $relationship is "evaleo">><<goto "LW Buttplugging Date">><<else>><<goto "LW Buttplugging">><</if>> <<else>><<add "leoworkout" 1>><<light Leo>> meets me at the gym, and both wearing our clothes decide to workout. Looking at me for guidance, I lead him across his drills. <div id='workout'><center><<if $club.has("Into Him 2") and $club.count("LW Lockers") is 0>><<dark "No one's looking at him" "Raise or lower his masculinity beyond 10">><<elseif $club.has("Into Him 2") and $club.count("Into Him 3") is 0>><<link "Someone's looking at him" "LW Into Him">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Someone's looking at him" "Already seen these scenes">><</if>> | <<if $club.has("Into Me 2") and $athletics lt 20>><<dark "No one's looking at me" "Raise athletics above 20">><<elseif $club.has("Into Me 2") and $club.count("Into Me 3") is 0 and $wardrobe.has("gym-short")>><<link "The voyeur looks at me again" "LW Into Me">><</link>><<elseif $club.has("Into Me 2")>><<dark "No one's looking at me" "I may need to find something better to wear at Pablo Rabonne.">><<elseif $club.count("Into Me 3") is 0>><<link "Someone's looking at me!" "LW Into Me">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Someone's looking at me!" "Already seen these scenes">><</if>> | <<if $club.has("LW Gluting 2") and $leoevent lt 2>><<dark "He does not need attention" "I need to improve the friendship">><<elseif $club.count("LW Gluting 3") is 0>><<link "He needs attention" "LW Gluting">><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20 and $club.has("LW Gluting 3") and $club.count("LW Gluting 4") is 0>><<link "He needs attention" "LW Gluting">><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 20 and $club.has("LW Gluting 3") and $club.count("LW Gluting 4") is 0>><<link "He needs attention" "LW Gluting">><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gt -20 and $alphabeta lt 20>><<dark "He does not need attention" "Not feminine or masculine enough.">><<else>><<dark "He needs attention" "Already seen these scenes">><</if>> | <<if $club.has("LW Lockers")>><<dark "The locker room mishap" "Already seen this scene">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 10 or $alphabeta lte -10>><<link "The locker room mishap" "LW Lockers">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Raise or lower his masculinity beyond 10">><</if>> <<link "Just another Workout Session">><<replace "#workout">><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Random Stuff</h2></center> <<switch random(1, 4)>> <<case 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<light Leo>> and I work out together and challenge ourselves to offer a great workout. We're both happy with the outcome, having physically improved. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <<case 2>>Today's workout didn't quite go as planned as I spent most of it spotting <<light Leo>> as he challenged himself to go further than he has before. I wasn't able to improve myself, but maintained my level. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <<case 3>>At a loss for what to do, <<light Leo>> asked me what he should work on for this session. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Biceps and Back">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to see him improve physically, I suggested he work on his upper body to give himself a more masculine form. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Core Workout">><<replace "#choices">>Convinced that nothing beats a conditioning workout, I suggested he concentrate on his core for today. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Glutes">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to see him improve his impressive attributes, I suggested he work like me on his glutes. This had the additional help of giving us more time to spend together. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<default>>Our time at the gym might not have been as productive as I would've liked it to be, but at least I got to spend some fun times with my friend, improving our friendship.<<add "Leo" 1>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</switch>><</replace>><</link>></center></div><</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Glutes up!</h2></center> <<if $club.count("LW Gluting 1") is 0>><<pickup $club "LW Gluting 1" 1>><<light Leo>> and I were getting into the groove of working out, still discovering the gym and what kind of stuff we're supposed to do. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout2.jpg">> Today, I noticed him standing in front of the mirror, admiring his physique, and smiling to himself. I approached. <<s Author>>Someone's into himself...<</s>> I quipped, and he looked at me in the mirror. <<s Leo>>I'm just really happy to see some improvement, you know...<</s>> He smiled as he flexed his arm, showing off a growing triceps. <<s Author>>Sure, if you say so. But looking good and actually showing it are two very different things.<</s>> I gave him a friendly slap on the bum before moving away. He followed. <<s Leo>>What do you mean? I've been improving on how much I carry as well.<</s>> He announced, eager to prove himself. <<s Author>>That's great and all, but is it really enough? Better than nothing is still relatively nothing.<</s>> I smiled, wanting to show that I was still taking it as a joke. He was more serious than that. <<s Leo>>It's not nothing, it's something. Heck I bet I could beat you in anything. I challenge you even to it!<</s>> He was persistent. I raised my eyebrow at that last statement. <<s Author>>Anything? You could beat me at anything?<</s>> I asked, interested to where things were going. <<light Leo>> took a breather before he spoke: <<s Leo>>Yes. I think I can.<</s>> Thinking and doing were two very different things. I spoke: <<s Author>>Let me think then on what the challenge might be.<</s>> Multiple options presented themselves to me. While my upper body was not the strongest out there, I figured choosing it and losing to him would be a boost to his character. On the other hand, my stronger asset was my quads, and I knew I could squat a decent weight without issue. A third option that I think <<light Leo>> might be lacking in was his stamina, and challenging him to that might make me victorious. <div id="choices">//What to choose?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Chest pumps">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout3.jpg">>What's a challenge if it's not something that we both will find difficult? <<s Author>>I challenge you to a chest pump challenge. The person who can successfully carry the bigger weight is the winner, and the better athlete.<</s>> I announced to a smiling <<light Leo>>. His confidence received a boost at listening to the challenge I chose, and he was quick to make use of this advantage as he racked the weight on the machine. I worried I might've taken the wrong decision. Starting with just to bar, I struggled almost to get it up, doing one rep and placing it back in position. He did quick work on the task before racking the first set of weights. This second level was way harder for me, as I grunted and struggled to put the bar back up. I had quickly reached my limit. <<light Leo>> was absolutely beaming by now, extremely happy with the circumstances. Getting into position, he was quick to do his set, before calling to me: <<s Leo>>Add another 10 on each side.<</s>> Came his request, as he looked to give this a final push. I got to work for him, handling the weights to put them into position. To say he didn't struggle with that final push would be a lie. He was after all human and had just started his workout journey. He still made it happen, and I cursed his male genes for giving him this unfair advantage in our challenge. I definitely should've chosen something else. But then, I wouldn't see the beaming, happy face that I did now, as <<light Leo>> gladly took things in stride, flexing his biceps to show them off. I couldn't help but smile at his showmanship, happy to have given him this confidence boost. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Stamina">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout3.jpg">>Banking on his current inexperience, I decided to challenge him to a stamina matchup, wanting to see how far he could go. <<s Author>>The person that can run the longest on the treadmill is the victor.<</s>> I announced as I headed to the machines, wanting to leave him in the dust. He was quick to catch up. <<s Leo>>Treadmill? Think I can't outrun you?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not outrunning.<</s>> I clarified. <<s Author>>It's about who can last the longer running the same pace. It's a stamina challenge.<</s>> He gulped at the statement, his confidence wavering for a moment. <<s Author>>Let's go.<</s>> We both got in position, and slowly raised the speed until we found one we were both comfortable with. <<s Leo>>You won't last long, I know it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Watch your step, you might trip over yourself!<</s>> I announced, smiling at him. He smiled back. The next 5 minutes passed normally, but I could feel us both starting to lose patience. <<s Author>>This is boring. Let's take it up a notch.<</s>> I announced, raising the speed. <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> He agreed, matching my speed. Our quicker pace meant we were now running softly instead of jogging. I watched my breath as I concentrated on the task at hand. <<s Leo>>It's okay to give up you know. There's no shame in it.<</s>> Came his teasing voice, distracting me from mmy concentrated state. <<s Author>>You talk too much. You'll run out of air.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Faster.<</s>> He announced, raising the speed yet again. I had to keep up. We were now truly running alongside each other, both almost panting in our pursuit of victory. <<s Author>>Feeling - pant - tired - pant - yet?<</s>> I asked, giving a furtive glance in his direction. <<s Leo>>Not - pant - one - pant - bit!<</s>> Came his sporadic answer, him getting just as tired as I was. I took a deep breath. <<s Author>>Faster.<</s>> I announced, pushing myself to the limit. He did the same, and we were both suddenly two crazy runners attacking machines with their heavy steps trying to get the other to tap out. Panting and running, we were neck-in-neck in our pursuit. <<light Yara>>, if she saw us like that, would probably be proud. I was struggling to keep up, and turning to look at him, saw that he was in the same case as I was. <<s Author>>Enough?<</s>> I asked, offering a truce. <<s Leo>>Enough.<</s>> He announced, accepting it. We immediately turned off the machines, allowing it to shut down and lower the speed drastically, before falling to the ground behind it alongside each other, trying to catch out breath. All one could hear was panting for the next minute or so as he tried to get our lungs to function normally again. After a while, I turned to look at him and he did the same, looking back at me. And I laughed, joined by his own laughs. Two crazy challengers on the ground enjoying their time. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Squats">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout3.jpg">>I had an advantage in one area, and I looked forward to using it to my benefit. <<s Author>>I challenge you to a squat challenge then.<</s>> He was stunned at the reveal, cursing his luck and reckless call-out. <<s Leo>>Squats?<</s>> His worry was obvious as he looked at me. <<s Author>>What is there an issue with that? Too weak for it?<</s>> I teased, pushing just the right buttons. <<s Leo>>No. Not at all.<</s>> He gulped. <<s Leo>>You're on.<</s>> We both headed to the barbell where we could have our challenge, and I was quick to load a decent starting weight. I got in position and made quick work of the acceptable initial weight. Following after me, <<light Leo>> also did his own rep, surprising himself at how easily he managed to make it happen. I was unbothered, we were only beginning. I racked additional weight to the barbell and did another rep, this one a more challenging undertaking but still manageable by all accounts. And manage he did as well, pushing through the challenge and doing a rep of his own. I could feel the heat of the challenge get to me. I placed the weight of my personal best. I needed to get him to tap out soon or I wouldn't have what it takes to keep going. I got in position, took the right stature, and got to work. Going down was easy. Going up however, was where the squats happened. I pushed an pushed with all my might, and stirred forward by the challenge, managed to get my rep in. I smiled to myself for the accomplishment. There was no way he'd be able to manage that weight. Yet it seemed like my will was not heard, as he took his place beneath the barbell and went down with it... Then with a bit of a fight went back up, still looking relatively comfortable and confident. <<s Author>>How did you...?<</s>> I was speechless. He kept adding a bit more weight. <<s Leo>>I'm used to carrying stuff for our family picnics. And I am taught to carry with my legs, not my back.<</s>> He spoke nonchalantly, before moving into position one last time with the additional weight. This one was difficult for him, but he eventually managed to get his rep in, pushing through the effort and raising the weights. <<s Leo>>Feel like trying?<</s>> He asked while looking at me, smiling. <<s Author>>It's unfair! You're a dude you don't need all that muscles in your ass and legs!<</s>> I commented, flustered at the recent development. He laughed at me, happy with his victory in the challenge. Later in the workout however, he seemed thoughtful at the last thing I said. I myself was still frustrated to have lost the challenge. //He did have a feminine butt that can carry weight, he should be reconsidering shit!// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.count("LW Gluting 2") is 0>><<pickup $club "LW Gluting 2" 1>>For today, we had decided we'd be taking the adventure outside, to the open air, and have ourselves a nice run around the block. Jogging alongside one another, <<light Leo>> and I were enjoying the scenery as we kept pace, traveling through roads and alleys on our beautiful trek. We were working out a decent sweat, happy to be active and pushing our limits. At one point in our excursion, we found ourselves at an interesting location, where two routes presented themselves to us. We could either take the long steps that lead back up to the main street where the gym was, a demanding workout that is sure to leave us tired. Or we could choose to take the scenic route, which would prolong our workout by about half an hour and wouldn't be as challenging. <<s Leo>>I wouldn't mind a bit of a challenge.<</s>> My friend made his opinion known, but ultimately, allowed me to take the final decision. <div id="choices"><<link "Take the scenic route">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel like putting my body on the line for simple stairs, and would have liked taking a more scenic route. <<s Author>>We have time, let's have the long turn instead.<</s>> I announced, before heading in that direction. The next hour or so was spent with this fun trip across the town, a long yet rewarding jog that helped us feel stronger and readier for challenges. //What a nice, simple workout and beautiful day!// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Take the stairs">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/workout/stairs-workout.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> We were here to challenge ourselves, and push our limits. <<s Author>>We need to take the stairs, Leo. That's what we came here for. To workout!<</s>> I reminded him, eager to take on the challenge. And up we went, step after energetic step slowly but surely turning more challenging as we continued our way up. <<s Leo>>Wow that's a lot.<</s>> <<s Author>>We need to keep pushing. No break. No rest for the wicked!<</s>> I announced, trying to instill inspiration in my friend. <<s Leo>>Ouf ouf... My ass...<</s>> I could feel my ass tightening as it flexed and relaxed to get me up the challenging steps. <<s Author>>Me too. That's how you kow it's working!<</s>> I encouraged him further, limits pushed as we kept at it. We eventually reached the top, conquering that evil enemy called stairs. I looked at him, smiling, and he looked back at me. <<s Leo>>My ass is killing me.<</s>> <<s Author>>So is mine. But you'll thank me tomorrow when you see how good you look.<</s>> //That was an awesome workout!// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif $club.count("LW Gluting 3") is 0>><<pickup $club "LW Gluting 3" 1>>Working out with <<light Leo>> today, my mind wanders as I remember our latest encounter at school, where he stood up for someone in the face of bullies. It had taken a great impact on my friend, who seemed to be heartless in his workout today. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, how's it going?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>. I was thinking of maybe going for biceps and chest for today. Try and beat my personal record.<</s>> He announced, setting himself up on one of the machines. <<s Author>>No no, I'm asking how you are doing. You seem a bit out of it.<</s>> I clarified, moving closer and placing my hand on his shoulder. He kept it there, as he looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>Well I need to improve physically I guess. That way I won't get hurt again.<</s>> The memory of the encounter was still fresh in his mind. I had to approach this delicately... <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>The more intimidating you are, the less they'll mess with you.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I gave him a soft understanding smile, before speaking myself. <<s Author>>I understand where you're coming from. If you look intimidating, that should be enough to divert any attention elsewhere.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I never thought of it like that. I always assumed I'd have to show them not to mess...<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the beauty of it. If someone looks like they could beat you up, they probably could. And that often dissuades people from doing anything.<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiled at the revelation. <<s Leo>>Time to get tough then!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes please. We don't want you running around beating on people!<</s>> I gave him a soft smile, which he returned. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>The stronger you are, the more you can handle their beating.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/workout-beating.mp4">>I took in his case, and understood where he was coming from. I decided to give my own two cents on the subject. <<s Author>>I understand. You need to get strong in order to better handle these situations. Not get hurt by their attacks.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I was thinking more like be able to fight back...<</s>> I couldn't see my friend go down that road. <<s Author>>That's not who you are Leo. You're not a bad person who hurts people, no matter who they are.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Who am I then, how can I deal with that?<</s>> He was obviously struggling to find himself in such a situation, and how he's supposed to deal with it. <<s Author>>You're Leo. A pacifist and kind-hearted person, who's goal is to spread kindness. Especially when the going gets tough. People like you know how to roll with the punches, and come out stronger on the other side.<</s>> I admired my friend. I really did. And I wanted him to know that I saw that beauty in him. A beauty that people are not used to seeing and that often goes unnoticed. <<s Leo>>Really?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes really. That's the beauty of your character. You take life as it is and flow through it. You don't change the story, but rather truly follow the path you were meant to take!<</s>> I could see his smile slowly start to reappear on his lovely face. <<s Author>>That's your story, that's your truth. Live it!<</s>> I smiled back at him, happy to see my butterfly back. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif $club.count("LW Gluting 4") is 0>><<pickup $club "LW Gluting 4" 1>><<if $alphabeta lte -20>>Our workout took us once more in front of the gym mirror, as I took my seat on the machine, trying to work my shoulders as <<light Leo>> cheered me on, waiting for his turn. My eyes drifted on the mirror to his physique, taking in the improved body of my friend. These workouts have really been having their effect on him, and it showed most in his well-defined backside. In simpler terms, his ass was popping, the long weeks of workout finally showing their effect on him. <<picmid "events/leoevents/workout-ass.jpg">> I admired it. <<s Leo>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> His voice took me out of my dream-ery, as I was yet to bring the weights up, distracted by my recent realization. <<s Author>>Leo your ass...<</s>> <<s Leo>>What about it? Is there something on it?<</s>> He asked, trying to catch a glimpse in the mirror himself. <<s Author>>It's impressive. You've really been working out!<</s>> I offered the information and observed his reaction. He blushed for a bit, speaking: <<s Leo>>Yeah I've noticed. These workouts really have taken their toll on my body.<</s>> <<s Author>>You look amazing, Leo! I'd be jealous if I didn't improve myself!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh thanks. I guess I really like it, it gives me a unique figure... And I can feel how much more stable I am.<</s>> He shared, happy with the development. I was just as happy as he was. <<s Author>>You're really growing into a better version of you, I'm so proud of you Leo.<</s>> I really was proud. She should have pride too! //I mean he, right?// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $alphabeta gte 20>>Our workout took us once more in front of the gym mirror, as I took my seat on the machine, trying to work my shoulders as <<light Leo>> cheered me on, waiting for his turn. My eyes drifted on the mirror to his physique, taking in the improved body of my friend. These workouts have really been having their effect on him, and it showed most in his well-defined upper body. In simpler terms, his muscles were popping, the long weeks of workout finally showing their effect on him. I admired him. <<s Leo>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> His voice took me out of my dream-ery, as I was yet to bring the weights up, distracted by my recent realization. <<s Author>>Leo your body...<</s>> <<s Leo>>What about it? Is there something wrong?<</s>> He asked, trying to catch a glimpse in the mirror himself. <<s Author>>It's impressive. You've really been working out!<</s>> I offered the information and observed his reaction. He blushed for a bit, speaking: <<s Leo>>Yeah I've noticed. These workouts really have taken their toll on my body.<</s>> <<s Author>>You look amazing, Leo! I'd be jealous if I didn't improve myself!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh thanks. I guess I really like it, I can feel how much more confident I am.<</s>> He shared, happy with the development. I was just as happy as he was. <<s Author>>You're really growing into a better version of you, I'm so proud of you Leo.<</s>> I really was proud. He should have pride too! <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Wandering Eyes</h2></center> <<if $club.count("Into Him 1") is 0>><<pickup $club "Into Him 1" 1>><<light Leo>> and I were knee deep in our workout. Literally, we were working on our balance on our knees on these balance balls, trying our best not to fall. Kneeling on them side by side in front of the mirror, we both struggled to keep up with the workout, staring at each other and willing the other person to fall first. It was all light and fun. <center><img src="images/events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg" height="300px"></center> My eyes drifted from my friend to behind us, and I noticed a stranger checking us out. I was startled, because I didn't know who exactly he was looking at. <<light Leo>> fell to the side, having lost his balance, and bumped into my ball, bringing me down with him. <<s Author>>Hey unfair!<</s>> I shouted out, laughing. <<s Leo>>It's a tie!<</s>> He announced, teasing me at the development. As we gathered ourselves and stood back up, I looked behind me to see that the stranger has diverted his eyes and moved to a different station. //Interesting...// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $club.count("Into Him 2") is 0>><<pickup $club "Into Him 2" 1>>Today's workout was a simple, fun one, where we worked on our core and back muscles. <<light Leo>> has been improving a lot recently, and it was always great to see this development in my friend. I was happy for him. As we had our final stretch for the day, I decided to end it a bit early, separating from my friend and heading towards the lockers. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-gawking2.jpg">> The peeping tom from last time caught my eye as I had started walking away. I needed to know who he was gawking at, and so took a detour to hide and look at him. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw him move towards where <<light Leo>> was stretching and approach him. I couldn't quite hear what the conversation was about, but soon the guy got closer and placed his hand on <<light Leo>>'s back, helping him in his stretching by pushing him forward. //So it was him he was looking at!// I wondered where this budding gym romance would take them as I made my way to the locker room to take my shower and change. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $club.count("Into Him 3") is 0>><<pickup $club "Into Him 3" 1>>I still remember the last time <<light Leo>> was stuck in the locker room with no underwear to put on. It was an interesting predicament. The outcome of it, the way that naughty guy kept looking at him... And the way he's been looking at him ever since... I knew that something would come out of it eventually, I just had no idea when that would be. Today turned out to be that day, as yet again I finished my workout a bit earlier than expected and headed off to the lockers to wash and change. And I did that, ready to move and leave the place, when I was met with an intriguing image through the slightly ajar male locker room door: <<light Leo>> and the stranger were both standing in the locker room, the man dangerously close behind my friend. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-assrubb.jpg">> He decided to engage: <<s stranger>>That was an intriguing predicament last time...<</s>> He commented, approaching my friend. <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> My naive friend hadn't noticed the glare, overwhelmed with the emotions of the situation when it happened. <<s stranger>>I mean that naughty little underwear game you were playing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s face turned a new shade of red as he came to the realization of what it meant. <<s Leo>>Oh it's... A misunderstanding.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Don't worry. I understand what it is perfectly. We all have secrets.<</s>> The stranger smiled, gritting his teeth at my vulnerable friend. This could quickly get out of control... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Interject">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I chose to come to my friend's aid, interjecting in the naughty scene I was an observant of. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, are you still for long?<</s>> I asked feigning ignorance to what was happening. <<s Leo>>Not at all, I'll be right out.<</s>> He gave a sigh of relief as he rushed to gather his stuff, looking to go out. As he made it out of the room, the man glared at me, clearly displeased with my intervention. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>See where this goes">><<add "open" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to see where this would go, and remained silent as I saw the guy approach my friend even more. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/workout/leo-rubbing.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<s stranger>>My secret is that I don't wear any.<</s>> He grabbed my friend's hand, and firmly placed it on his own crotch. <<light Leo>>'s eyes opened in surprised reaction, his hand immediately gripping what looked to be a python in the other person's pants. The dominant man smiled down on the deer caught in his headlights. <<s stranger>>Like what you're feeling?<</s>> <<light Leo>> remained silent, unable to truly form words to answer the naughty question he had just received, his hand still gripping the sizeable member. <<s stranger>>Give it a stroke, discover it.<</s>> He guided his hand, allowing it to drift up and down in exploration as the member grew in its restraints. The baggy shorts he wore rose as the cock grew in size and shape. <<light Leo>> gulped hard. The man looked at my friend, and his hand drifted behind him, grabbing a hold of his ass with a spank. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/workout/leo-spank.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<light Leo>> shuddered in reaction. <<s stranger>>I've been loving watching you work out. You've been growing into quite the specimen.<</s>> The leering predatory grin still plastered on his face, the man's eyes drifted to <<light Leo>>'s soft lips. <<s stranger>>I wonder what you taste like.<</s>> This last comment shook my friend out of his stupor, as he jolted his hand away from the shaft it held. Rushing to grab his stuff, it seems like the flight response kicked in for him as he looked to leave. I decided to silently retreat, not willing to explain my voyeurism to him. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: All Eyes on Me!</h2></center> <<if $club.count("Into Me 1") is 0>><<pickup $club "Into Me 1" 1>>The gym is a great place to meet people, workout together, and... Look at yourself in the mirror while flexing and enjoying how you look. And that's what I found myself doing alongside <<light Leo>> today, enjoying my curves and the effects of the workouts we've been having. <<s Leo>>Someone's into themselves. Watch out people! There's a new hottie in town!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh stop it. There's no use being jealous Leo.<</s>> I joke at him, still admiring my hard work. My eyes drift for a moment, and I notice a guy check me out, his eyes drifting across my ass as he took in my improved curves. His eyes drifted back up, to look back at me. <center><img src='images/workout/into-me1.jpg' width='50%'></center> His beard opens with a white smile as he chuckles to himself, unbothered to have been discovered looking at me. What an odd character! <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $club.count("Into Me 2") is 0>><<pickup $club "Into Me 2" 1>>Today's workout is an intensive one, where both <<light Leo>> and I have lost ourselves in the routine and are giving it our all to accomplish our fitness goals. This all came shattering when I saw the naughty voyeur of last time, the guy who was openly gawking at my ass. The memory of his eyes on me sent a shudder down my spine as I looked back on that brief interaction. As I look to him to see if he's staring at me again, I notice his eyes have taken hold of something else, something seemingly more interesting to him. Another girl, obviously a regular here by the looks of that physique and toned muscles, is shaking her ass in some tight yoga pants that leave little to the imagination. And the handsome voyeur is taking it all in, completely forgetting his past muse, me. At one point he even goes up to her and helps her in her workout, working on her sore muscles. <center><img src='images/workout/into-me2.jpg' width='50%'></center> <div id='choices'>//How does that make me feel?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Why am I jealous?">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not quite understanding why I felt so sad about his wandering eyes, I furrowed my brows at my odd reaction. //If he's looking at someone else, then good riddance!// Despite my thoughts, I found myself really giving it my all in this workout, trying to push my limits to improve physically. <<s Leo>>Someone's really pushing herself!<</s>> My friend's comment shook me from my intense mental state as I kept the effort high. //Maybe I need to work on myself and dress better to catch his wandering eye?// //No why would I want that?// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>I don't care.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not really caring about a stranger with no personal boundaries, I shift my focus to <<light Leo>>, helping him with a particularly challenging set. If he doesn't want to look at me, that's his loss. And my relief. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif $club.count("Into Me 3") is 0>><<pickup $club "Into Me 3" 1>>The naughty outfit on and my eagerness to impress through the roof, I used today's workout with <<light Leo>> as a way to put my body on display, eager for the unwanted attention from the gym's voyeur. <center><img src='images/workout/into-me3.jpg' width='50%'></center> The bearded individual's eyes are quick to drift to my shapely figure as soon as he feels my eye move from him, and I can't help but smile internally at the development. A few weeks ago, I hated his naughty stares and wanted nothing to do with them... Look at me now, dressing up in these revealing outfits and working out extensively just for the chance to stir something in a complete stranger... //What a shift in character!// <<light Leo>>, as ever, is unaware of my personal aspirations on the gym floor. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pickup $club "LW Lockers" 1>><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Locker Room Mishap</h2></center> <div id='continue'>Reaching the gym on that particularly rainy day, I notice <<light Leo>> drenched in water, his gym bag in hand and looking overall miserable. <<s Author>>What a lovely weather we're having today!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ha Ha.<</s>> He fake laughed. <<s Leo>>I've got a change of clothes in my bag, sorry I'm late.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey don't mention it. I'll be waiting for you right outside.<</s>> As promised, I took my place outside of my friend's locker room waiting for him to finish his change of clothing to start our workout. He came out around a couple of minutes later. <<s Leo>>Not an emergency, but scary news nonetheless.<</s>> <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> He was still in his wet clothing, somehow worried. <<s Leo>>I don't have my underwear.<</s>> <<s Author>>And?<</s>> <<s Leo>>And the shorts are my father's.They are a bit... Loose.<</s>> His worry was evident, yet the solution was obvious to me. <div id='choices'><<if $alphabeta gte 10>><<link "Convince him to go commando">><<add "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's only one solution, really.<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at me expectantly. <<s Author>>Free the ballsies.<</s>> I announced, continuing: <<s Author>>Just go commando, there's not a lot of people around either way.<</s>> He looked thoughtful at my advice, looking around at the relatively empty gym. <<s Leo>>That might be a good idea.<</s>> He acquiesced, moving back inside of the locker room to change. Moments later, he was out and ready to face the storm, balls flowing in his wide shorts. <<link "Continue">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Now ready to face the workout, <<light Leo>> still tried not to move as much as he usually did, and I could see him constantly try to adjust himself in his baggy shorts every time he sat or stood. Eventually, his attention to his odd predicament faded as he got more and more involved in the workout he was having. At one particular moment in his exercise, he had taken a seat on one of the benches, lying down on his back and lifting a barbell above him. I spotted him. The naughty observer who kept his eye on my friend caught a glimpse of his shorts, and the lack of underwear underneath. I looked at him smile at the realization, my friend unaware of the gawking he is a subject of. <<s Author>>Come on. You can do it! One more set.<</s>> I was an active participant in his exhibitionism now, as I saw how he widened his legs with the struggle to keep alive, offering a clearer view of his unobstructed genitals. I smiled to myself at the naughty event, eager to see where our gym adventures would take us next. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him go commando" "Not masculine enough">><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -10>><<link "Give him a pair of panties">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's only one solution, really.<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at me expectantly. <<s Author>>Wait here.<</s>> I went to my own locker room and explored my bag for a pair of underwear for him to wear, already imagining what <<light Leo>> would look like in them. I picked up the pair of underwear I didn't have on, and looked at the black cotton panties I had in my bag. <center><img src='images/clothes/black cotton panties.jpg' width='100px' height='100px'></center> My friend had greater use for them, and I knew I'd always be able to buy another pair from Lisa Espana. I headed back towards my friend, panties bunched in the palm of my hand. <<s Author>>Here you go<</s>> I announced, handing him the cloth, <<s Author>>And before you argue, there's nothing to it. There's not a lot of people around either way.<</s>> He looked at the naughty garment, before quickly hiding it, looking around at the relatively empty gym. <<s Leo>>Woah seriously? What if someone saw?<</s>> He was understandably worried. <<s Author>>You could always go commando, but know I have your back.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Thank god they're black!<</s>> <<s Author>>You're lucky I didn't have the pink ones packed!<</s>> I teased him, <<s Author>>So, are we going to stand around here all day or will you be putting these on so we can actually workout today?<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at the gym one final time, before taking his decision. <<s Leo>>Fine, I'll do it.<</s>> I smiled internally at his acceptance. //He's going to look so cute in this.// <<link "Continue">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Walking out of the locker room with crimson red cheeks, there was no denying that my friend had went with my offer and worn my panties, his posture slightly different as his ass pushed back just a bit more than usual. <<s Author>>How does it feel?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Snug.<</s>> He replied sweetly. <<s Author>>Not too tight?<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Leo>>Not really.<</s>> Must be small if it doesn't feel tight... What a cute little penis for a cute little boy. <<s Author>>Let's not lose time. I've got you.<</s>> Now ready to face the workout, <<light Leo>> still tried not to move as much as he usually did, and I could see him constantly try to adjust himself in his baggy shorts and tight panties every time he sat or stood. Aware of his naughty secret, I could clearly see the outline of his new underwear through his pants, and smiled at the realization. <<s Leo>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I was quick to cover for the discovery I made. <<s Author>>Amazing. I admire your courage!<</s>> I replied with a smile. <<light Leo>> betrayed his inner sentiments with a cute smile as he went on to the next workout. <<picmid "events/leoevents/panties.jpg" "Leo's new panties">> Eventually, his attention to his odd predicament faded as he got more and more involved in the workout he was having. I could catch glimpses of the panties he now wore under his baggy shorts, and I imagined how it felt for him to be stuck in such a predicament, so clearly vulnerable in public. At one particular moment in his exercise, he had taken a seat on one of the benches of a machine, facing the window as his hands reached up to grasp the bar above him to pull down. As I spotted him from the back, I noticed the panties get revealed every time his hands went up with the weights, before getting hidden from sight every time he got them back down. I was the only observer of this fact, and yet I felt the naughty thrill down my spine calling to do something about this. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-workout1.jpg">> The naughty observer who kept his eye on my friend a couple of times before was right behind me, and I made my choice. Moving aside, I allowed him to catch a glimpse of my friend in his compromising position, as his panties clearly got into sight and back away. I looked at the stranger smile shockingly at the realization, my friend unaware of the gawking he is a subject of. <<s Author>>Come on. You can do it! One more set.<</s>> I was an active participant in his exhibitionism now, as I saw how he pulled his hands further up with the struggle to keep the weights in check, offering a clearer view of his naughty underwear secret. I smiled to myself at the naughty event, eager to see where our gym adventures would take us next. As we headed out of the gym and <<light Leo>> offered to give me back the panties, cleaned, I chose to ignore his offer and asked him to keep them for himself. He reluctantly accepted. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Give him a pair of panties" "Not feminine enough">><</if>></div></div>

<div id='continue'><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: A Bad Workout</h2></center> <<if $club.count("LW Bad Workout 1") is 0>><<pickup $club "LW Bad Workout 1" 1>>Working out alongside <<light Leo>> again on this lovely Sunday, I could feel the energy was off. There was something unsaid, but felt. I just was not at the best of my abilities, and that worried me for a bit. As I looked in <<light Leo>>'s direction, I could see that he was struggling as well, unable to keep up with the weights that he had racked up. <<pichalf "workout/lw-bad1.jpg">>It seemed that we were both in our own struggles, and there was very little we could do about it. //How about motivation?//<<else>> <<pichalf "workout/lw-bad2.jpg">>Just like a few times ago, things were quite off for <<light Leo>> and I in our workouts. Last time one of us "motivated" the other... This time it was to be the other way round, naturally, right?<</if>> <<if $club.count("LW Bad Motivate Him") is 0>><<link "Motivate him">><<pickup $club "LW Bad Motivate Him" 1>><<replace "#continue">>My friend needed motivation, and I'd be the one to give it to him. I got closer to my <<light Leo>> as he struggled to keep control of the weights he had decided to work with. <<s Author>>Someone's struggling...<</s>> I claimed, somewhat laughing at him. He tried to keep a straight face. <<s Leo>>It's all good. It's all worth it.<</s>> He said, false bravado apparent. <<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<s Author>>What if we made a deal?<</s>> I asked him as he finished his set. <<s Leo>>What kind of deal?<</s>> My friend asked, thoughtful. <<s Author>>One of two options. You finish the full set, I have to do whatever you ask of me.<</s>> I said, taking my time in showing the stakes. <<s Author>>You don't, and I'll spank you in front of everyone here.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s eyes widened, not expecting this kind of challenge. I kept a brave face, knowing that my friend would not be too demanding should he succeed. A win win for sure. <<s Leo>>You do whatever? Anything?<</s>> His question made me revisit my decision. I am a woman of my word. <<s Author>>IF you finish the set.<</s>> My friend remained thoughtful for a moment, before moving to place himself back into position. I knew that if he applied himself to it, I'd easily lose this bet. And he seemed quite motivated for it. <<light Leo>> was coursing through it with a renewed vigor I did not expect of him, well and truly putting me in danger of losing my bet... <<picmid "workout/lw-badhim1.jpg">> <div id='choices'>Should I distract him? <<link "Yes, let him lose.">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to humiliate that person in front of everyone there, and I didn't want him to turn the tables on me in any way. So... Hard times carry hard decisions. I had to distract him from his goal. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, is that the guy that was with you in the locker room last time?<</s>> I asked him, reminding him of the man that had approached him a short while ago, touching him and toying with him. <<light Leo>> immediately lost his cool. <<s Leo>>What, where?<</s>> He asked, looking around and losing focus. <<s Author>>Hey, why are you distracted??<</s>> I asked him, faking being mad at him. The plan worked, and he struggled to keep going with his workout, faltering and eventually failing with his mission. <<s Author>>What a bad, bad boy.<</s>> I said, smiling wide. <<link "Onto my knee">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "workout/lw-bad-spanking1.jpg" "Spanking my Leo">> My friend was a good, submissive, and actively humiliated piece of ass, as he stood and took my assault on his cheeks. His moans were muffled as he tried not to gather attention to himself, trying to remain strong through the assault on his ass cheeks. A submissive, good boy, that was being motivated to do better next time. Before, a man had held onto his ass in control. Now, I was spanking him openly at the gym, and he was trying his best not to be noticed. Eventually, I figured I had to ramp up the game if I wanted to get any emotions out of him. If I wanted to truly motivate him. I became brutal. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking2.mp4">> Hit after him came down on his growing ass, turning his cheeks red as he cried out for mercy. <<s Leo>>I'll do better. I'll do better! Please! No more!<</s>> But I was a brutal mistress, having manipulated him into that position, and now making the best out of it. Spank after spank, my friend turned more and more docile, submissive, eager to please. And I'd slowly turned him into a good begging boy-toy. <<s Author>>You can always do better. You better do that!<</s>> I called out to him, domineering, angry. <<s Leo>>Yes, yes I can! I am sorry!<</s>> He cried out, not quite aware that he just did not finish a set, embracing the submissive role I was pushing him towards. He was eager to please a demanding, powerful mistress, just because she demanded it. <<s Leo>>I'll do better. I swear I will!<</s>> He called out, defeated. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking3.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, play fair.">><<replace "#choices">>If I was to win this challenge, I'd have to win it fair and square. And that was what <<light Leo>> was doing, as he pushed his limits and got the job done, his body looking deep into its well to make this work for him. <<s Author>>Woah! Great job!<</s>> I said, legitimately impressed by his strength. <<s Author>>You keep getting better and better at this!<</s>> My friend smiled, before talking: <<s Leo>>About that reward...<</s>> He said naughtily. I knew that it would be something sexual. I did threaten a spank after all... <<link "Time to pay up">><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "workout/lw-bad-boner.jpg">> His penis stood to attention, ready for the handjob that he requested of me, eager to have me service him. <<s Author>>Only a handjob?<</s>> I teased him slyly before putting my hand against his hard penis. <<s Leo>>I... I could've asked for more?<</s>> He asked, incredulous. <<picmid "workout/lw-bad-hj1.jpg">><<s Author>>No... A handjob would suffice. You're already hard enough!<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his erect penis and stroking him, immediately receiving a moan from his parted, soft lips. <<s Author>>Does that feel good?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh yes...<</s>> His acquiescence was a given, he was already moaning out in the empty locker room. <<s Author>>Good. Good girl.<</s>> I said teasingly, immediately receiving higher moans from him. <<s Author>>Oh you like that?<</s>> He could only moan in answer. <<s Author>>No need to let this take longer than it has to. Come on, cum for me my dear sissy.<</s>> <<vid "workout/lw-bad-hj2.mp4">> With these final words, my dear <<light Leo>> found the last ounce of resistance fall away, accepting my manual labor and releasing his cum onto his belly, happy to have found satisfaction at my hands. He might have been the winner here, but I still found myself enjoying the whole thing, happy to have provided pleasure to my friend. <<s Leo>>Fuck! That's some good motivation. Wow!<</s>> His words of praise did bring me additional pleasure, I'd have to admit. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<s Author>>Worth it? Dude you're faltering.<</s>> He was quick to reply. <<s Leo>>No I'm not.<</s>> He had finished his set, breathing heavily. <<s Author>>Oh come on. It's okay not to be able to do this!<</s>> I said back to him. My friend was reticent. <<s Leo>>I can do this. I'm nowhere near done.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't believe it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Are you willing to bet on it?<</s>> He asked, ready to put it all on the line, to prove himself capable. <<s Author>>What are you thinking of?<</s>> I was ready to at least listen to what he had to offer. <<s Leo>>I finish the coming set with an additional weight plate,<</s>> He said as he placed that weight plate on his stack, <<s Leo>>And you give me a blowjob in the locker room.<</s>> //Sweet lord my friend has been growing some balls making such a request!// <<s Author>>And if you lose?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'll have nothing to lose.<</s>> He said. I knew I could rile him up, distract him somehow. I would always have the upper hand, there is no way that my friend would make this happen. I found myself nodding my head, willing to see where things would go with him. He smiled as he got into position, ready to work on the weights. <div id='choices'>Should I distract him? <<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "Yes, let him lose.">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-distraction.mp4">> In position in front of him, I only needed to do one thing. One thing that would surely get to him. <<s Author>>I'd have agreed to a fuck.<</s>> That statement, while a lie, was all it took to make my friend completely lose his mind, and his footing, making him miss out on the set that he was doing for his shoulder muscles. The loud clang turned a few heads in our direction as I stood smiling at him. <<s Author>>Told you you couldn't get it done.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Fuck.<</s>> He said in a barely audible whisper, his hands already drifting down to hide the boner he had popped. <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I teased him, noticing his arousal. <<s Leo>>Fucking tease.<</s>> My friend stated as he looked away. Part of me still wanted to console him for his lost opportunity, my public debauchery turning me on as I thought of the effectiveness of my approach. //Was I naughty enough to console him in yet another humiliating way?// <div id='choices2'>Should I offer a consolation prize? <<link "Yes, a footjob would be fine.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>My friend deserved at least a consolation prize, and I figured I had just the way to keep him hooked on my actions, eager to have me control his arousal. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-foot1.mp4">> Moments later, we were in the locker room, him lying down in a submissive manner, and my feet stroking his hard-on, controlling the pace as he took the humiliation I gave him. <<s Author>>Instead of a blowjob, you get my lowest point. My feet. Does this feel good?<</s>> It seemed like my friend didn't care for the debauched humiliation of the situation, moaning out in eagerness and avidly debasing himself further. <<s Leo>>Oh yes. Yes.<</s>> His breathy moans came in support of my activity, and my feet moved faster. <<s Author>>How humiliating. You settled for my feet, you fucking beta.<</s>> I said, pushing the point home and making him moan even more. <<s Author>>It's cute though, how desperate you are for my body.<</s>> It was indeed beautiful to see the man I helped shape be so submissive towards me, towards my power. <<s Author>>That's it. That's it. Cum for me, you fucking beta male.<</s>> I said, driving the point home. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-foot2.mp4">> Moments later, my friend was cumming all over my feet like a good, docile man. And I revelled in the power I clearly held over him. <<s Author>>What a good boy.<</s>> I praised him naughtily, knowing that <<light Leo>> would be thinking of my feet for a while now. He might be a man, masculine now that I've helped him embrace that part of himself, but he'd always be submissive towards me. Towards the lowest point in me. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, losers gotta lose.">><<replace "#choices2">>My friend needed to understand the limitations of his body and effectiveness. He also needs to understand who will keep wearing the pants in this relationship. I smiled wide at him. <<s Author>>I suggest you take care of that boner in the bathrooms. That'd be enough working out for you.<</s>> I quipped, receiving a renewed blush from my horny friend. //How cute.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Not dominant enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "No, play fair.">><<add "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the potential outcome of this whole encounter, I couldn't find it in me to cheat my friend out of a well-deserved success. Or maybe a part of me was excited about the prospect of servicing him and blowing him just as he claimed would be his reward. Did I want to do that? Blow the masculine, powerful man that was now working out in front of me, his muscles flexing and making easy work of the weights he had racked? Was that why I had agreed in the first place? What was that thrilling submissive wave that coursed through me as I saw his powerful person pull on the cables, lifting these big numbers? That was doing its number on me, and I found myself silently encouraging <<light Leo>>. Encouraging him to get the job done. To show to himself and me that he had what it took to prove himself. To claim me. Oh fuck am I getting turned on, internally encouraging my friend to succeed. And he did. //Fuck I wanted to blow him.// <<link "Find a private spot">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-stripping.mp4">> I was making quick work of my clothes, wanting to give visual simulation to the strong, powerful man that had made quick and easy work of the additional weight in the common room of the gym. Now in private inside of the locker room proper, I shed my clothing as he worked on reveling his erect cock. And I jumped to it. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-bj.mp4">> Blowing him felt right, beautiful, real. And I was eager to show my <<light Leo>> that he had the power here, bobbing up and down and moaning around his cock. My friend was kind, he gave me praise: <<s Leo>>That's it. Fuck.. Good girl.<</s>> His words of encouragement had their intended effect on me, pushing me to improve my technique and do better, as I should. And I continued serving him, my head moving quickly, my tongue playing against his underside, my hand joining to stroke him. All in search of the reward. The satisfaction that I did a good job. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-cum.mp4">> And a good job I did, making him cum as I licked the underside of his cock, its head in my mouth as I savored the beautiful sperm that he'd graced me with. The wave of submission that I basked in was a beautiful one, one that made me hornier than I was moments earlier, and one that I'd carry with me as I left the gym that day. //Fooling around with my friends is a lot of fun. But serving my masculine friend was most fun!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Motivate him" "Already done that">><</if>> <<if $club.count("LW Bad Motivate Me") is 0>><<link "Let him motivate me">><<pickup $club "LW Bad Motivate Me" 1>><<replace "#continue">>My friend approached me as I kept trying to push myself, looking to do my best and get the set done. He spoke as soon as I finished my set. <<s Leo>>Well... You're not doing so great are you?<</s>> I was frustrated. <<s Author>>No shit, Sherlock!<</s>> I quipped back to him. He looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>I know what will motivate you!<</s>> I simply looked at my friend. <<s Leo>>Easy. You finish the set, I'll do whatever you want, make it worth your while. Massage, whatever.<</s>> He said, already grabbing my interest. <<s Leo>>But if you fail, I get to spank you here and now, maybe that will help improve your assets.<</s>> His drawback was quite the challenge, but I knew that I had what it took to make this work for me. I was strong enough, just not in the right state of mind. I could do this, and he'd pay for it. //I can do this! I can!// <div id='choices'>Do I make it? <<link "Pull it off!">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-megood.mp4">> Indeed, his promise of a reward, whatever that may be and whatever I'd want it to be, put me in the right mood to push my limits and get the job done. Push after push, I found myself making a successful, flawless set. And I'd proved my friend wrong. <<s Leo>>Fuck. I didn't expect you'd be able to do it!<</s>> My friend admitted shyly. <<s Author>>Never underestimate a girl with a goal.<</s>> I said back to him, smiling. <<s Leo>>I guess now you'll want your reward?<</s>> He asked, gulping, thinking of what I might ask of him... <div id='choices2'>How should he pay up? <<link "Some oral relief is needed">><<set $arousal to 0>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "workout/lw-bad-spreading.jpg">> I laid back on a mattress in a secluded corner of the locker room, laying bare in front of the person that was to serve me. <<light Leo>> lost no time in getting between my legs to serve my cunt, eager to be giving me the pleasure that I so deserved. I was strong, powerful, in control. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-cunni.mp4">> And I had a good toy to serve my whims, to lick at my folds and bring me pleasure as I deserved it. His persistent licking was a beautiful thing. He fumbled a few times, but eventually found the right rhythm under my guidance. <<s Author>>Yes... Right there... That's it.<</s>> I guided the submissive person between my legs as he serviced me, his lips against mine, his eyes looking for signs of approval from me. <<if $alphabeta gte 10>>My friend took the opportunity to do something that surprised me, as his fingers drifted to my folds, and explored further. <<s Author>>What are you..?<</s>> <<vid "workout/lw-bad-fingering.mp4">> My question was cut short by the explorative fingers, entering me and enhancing my pleasure greatly. <<s Author>>Oh fuck! Fuck that's hot and good!<</s>> I claimed out loud. <<s Leo>>You like that?<</s>> He said, now having some sort of control over the situation. He was still serving me, but under his own conditions. A good balance. <<s Author>>Yes.. Yes Leo that's good.<</s>> Couple with his explorative, invading fingers, <<light Leo>> lowered his mouth once more to explore my folds further, eagerly exploring me and lapping up my juices. <<s Author>>Fuckkk....<</s>> I called out.<</if>> A couple of licks later, my friend had me squirming against his tongue as I came all over his face, moaning loud and not caring to be caught. <<s Author>>Fuck you're good, Leo!<</s>> I praised him as he smiled at me. <<s Leo>>It's your just reward!<</s>> He said back to me, licking his lips. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The promise of a reward was enough motivation">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Relax! The promise of a reward was reward enough. I wouldn't have been able to finish the set if it wasn't for you.<</s>> I said, immediately putting my friend at ease as he took a deep breath. <<s Author>>A spanking, huh. What a naughty mind you have.<</s>> I teased him before we moved on with our workouts. //I wonder what I could've gone away with had I cared to make him squirm even more...// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "A spanking wouldn't be so bad...">><<replace "#choices">>I knew it was destructive behavior, but I just couldn't find my thoughts as I mused over the spanking and what it would look like for strangers. And that musing turned into obsession, distracting me. What kind of weird submissive tendencies were coursing through me that would demand such a weakness. I knew that I had the power to push through and finish the set. But an important part of me did not want that to happen. It wanted its reward. //No- punishment!// My mind at war with itself, I faltered more and more, close to failing. And I wanted to fail. To succeed in receiving my spanking. I wanted his dominant hand on my submissive, pliable ass. I wanted to be under his control. //Fuck. I want to lose.// And lose I did, avoiding his eyes as I willingly accepted defeat, just for the thrill of being humiliated at his hand. A beautiful, naughty, powerful thrill. And one that he'd fulfill immediately, his hand already on my back and bending me over. <<link "Bend over">><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-mespanking.mp4">> Spank after spank, my friend gave me my reward. The reward for being the failure that I was, the reward for being a defeated weakling, debased in front of anyone that cared to see. And I trying to stifle my moans as he taunted me, a dominant and powerful manipulator. <<s Leo>>Oh you like that, don't you?<</s>> He said, overbearing and powerful. <<s Author>>Mmm fuck yeah I do.<</s>> I moaned in response, admitting to his power over me. <<s Leo>>What a weak, submissive slut you are.<</s>> He praised me. //That was praise, right?// <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking3.mp4">> My mind was in shambles as his hand spanked me, time after time after time, making me wet for him, for the sensations of beautiful defeat. I was weak, but he gave me power. I revelled in the feeling of submission and defeat. What a beautiful feeling, and one that I'd continue to crave should things evolve in that direction... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "A spanking wouldn't be so bad..." "Too dominant for that (20)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him motivate me" "Already done that">><</if>></div>

Here we were once more, my dear friend <<light Leo>> and I, working out at the gym one final time before spring break. <<s Leo>>Are you ready for that break we're about to have?<</s>> He asked me excitedly. <<s Author>>I think we got the bodies for it!<</s>> I replied, already imagining the two of us on the Mediterranean beach together. It was exciting times, and I was truly looking forward to it. <<s Leo>>Let's pull all the stops for today, we gotta grab everyone's attention there!<</s>> He suggested excitedly. <<if $alphabeta lte -30>>To say that I didn't notice my friend's attractive body would be an understatement. Indeed, with our weekly workouts, things were truly looking good for him. Though honestly, I had no idea how I could keep calling "him" a "him"... <<vid "workout/lw-pre.mp4">> The curves he held were beautifully feminine, with an ass that jiggled so beautifully in the workouts we were having. I caught myself watching a bit too hard at times, not quite expecting such a beautiful sight. <<else>><<pichalf "workout/lw-premasc.jpg">> Indeed, my friend had embraced what his body had to offer, and had built up a truly masculine, lithe body for himself. An attractive figure with exciting features, I caught myself staring a bit too hard at times, not quite expecting such a beautiful sight. Though after all, I did help create such a fantastic body!<</if>> <<if $athletics gte 60>>I wasn't going to let my friend one-up me though, as I found myself intensifying my workout as well, excitedly showing off my own ass, accentuating my features to show him that I could keep up with him. <<vid "workout/lw-pre2.mp4">> These past few months had seen us embrace our attractive features more and more, become more athletic and daring in our workouts, and it was starting to show. People were staring, and for good reason, but I felt a secret thrill to know that <<light Leo>> was also looking in my direction as I was looking in his. There was beautiful reciprocity in this, and I found myself imagining how things would look like later as we headed into spring break alongside one another...<<else>>I felt an odd pit in my stomach as I realized all the progress that my friend had made, my eyes lingering on him, and realizing that others were also appreciating his figure in the pakced gym. Unfortunately, the stares were not mirrored, as I realized that I wasn't quite up to par with his own physique, my body having improved these past few months but not outstandingly so. There was a sense of insecurity that was washing over me, as I imagined what this would look like in spring break, where he might catch all the attention and take it away from me...<</if>> <<if $brawear is false>>Though there was something that seemed to catch some people's eyes as I worked out, and I realized what it had been a bit too late. <<vid "workout/lw-pre-braless.mp4">> My dressing choices were starting to show their flaws, as I realized that my seductive body was being made constantly on display, my lack of underwear flashing people left and right. A thrill coursed through me, as the activity that I had led in the HRC was starting to have its effect on my real life, my tits truly free in the workout I was having, my body beautifully on display. It was truly exciting times!<<else>>The workout was a good one, our activity grabbing a few stray eyes, as we set about our usual Sunday routine.<</if>> <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>... I appreciate you.<</s>> My friend said towards the end. <<s Author>>Why are you saying that now?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Leo>>You've been there through it all.<</s>> He explained, <<s Leo>>And I don't think I've ever shown my entire appreciation.<</s>> I felt equally grateful and confused by his words, not knowing what had prompted such an approach. <<s Author>>I... Thank you Leo.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>And through all this...<</s>> He wanted to say something, but couldn't find his words. I simply went in for the hug, our sweaty bodies against one another. My friend has had a difficult year so far, and all I could do was be there for him, show him all the support I could, and not judge him on his journey. There were still unanswered questions, but everything was slowly aligning correctly for us. <<s Author>>You stink.<</s>> I said, breaking the silent tension surrounding us. He chuckled, trying to move away. I kept him in my arms for a while longer. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<<pichalf "workout/lw-feminine0.jpg">> The attractive <<light Ella>> was now in the women's locker rooms. Following her courageous decision in Spring Break, she had slowly started to embrace a more feminine expression, and part of that expression was feeling welcome in feminine spaces. <<s Leo>>Are you sure it's fine?<</s>> She asked as she stood there in her underwear. I smiled at her, trying to reassure her through this. <<s Author>>Oh come on Ella. You're fully feminine, of course there's nothing wrong with that.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>I don't see it.<</s>> She said. I couldn't believe she didn't find it in herself to fully embrace her femininity, or accept to see it. <<s Author>>Oh come on Ella. Look at you wearing the more feminine fucking lingerie out there,<</s>> I cursed to drive the point home, <<s Author>>I honestly have no idea how you plan to work out with this on though.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh I was going to change it.<</s>> She said, <<s Leo>>But I'm not a woman.<</s>> Her shyness was too much for me to bear. <<if $relationship is "ellaonly">><<s Author>>Listen here, babe.<</s>> I said to my partner as I approached her, <<s Author>>I'm a fucking lesbian, and I'm into you. That makes you a woman.<</s>> <<picmid "workout/lw-feminine1.jpg">> I slowly, consensually, approached her, as I put my hand out to grab the beautiful clit between her legs. <<s Author>>I don't care what you have between your legs, I know that you're a true woman because I'm into your femininity.<</s>> I explained to her, slowly stroking her. She tried to control her feminine moans, but was slowly starting to fail. <<s Author>>You're an attractive piece of ass, darling, and I'm definitely, entirely, into that.<</s>> I said, rubbing her at a steady pace. <<s Author>>Now can we work out and get this whole thing behind us?<</s>> She simply nodded her head, wanting this beautiful consensual molestation to end, unable to control herself much longer. I knew that I needed to do more to prove to her that she was truly feminine, as if her being a prom queen prospect was not enough, but for now, I also knew that we needed a good workout.<<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<s Author>>Listen here, babe.<</s>> I said to my partner as I approached her, <<s Author>>I'm a fucking lesbian, and I'm into you. That makes you a woman.<</s>> <<picmid "workout/lw-feminine1.jpg">> I slowly, consensually, approached her, as I put my hand out to grab the beautiful clit between her legs. <<s Author>>I don't care what you have between your legs, I know that you're a true woman because I'm into your femininity.<</s>> I explained to her, slowly stroking her. <<s Author>>Yours and Eva's, without any comparison. Equally.<</s>> She tried to control her feminine moans, but was slowly starting to fail. The comparison with our partner bringing an odd sense of confidence in her. <<s Author>>You're an attractive piece of ass, darling, and I'm definitely, entirely, into that.<</s>> I said, rubbing her at a steady pace. <<s Author>>Now can we work out and get this whole thing behind us?<</s>> She simply nodded her head, wanting this beautiful consensual molestation to end, unable to control herself much longer. I knew that <<light Eva>> and I needed to do more to prove to her that she was truly feminine, as if her being a prom queen prospect was not enough, but for now, I also knew that we needed a good workout.<<elseif $springbreak.has("EvaEllaCouple")>><<s Author>>Come on, Ella.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>Do you really think Eva would be that much into you if you weren't so feminine?<</s>> My question was pointed, a clear argument that she couldn't really deny. <<s Leo>>It's not the same...<</s>> <<s Author>>Eva's the biggest closeted lesbian out there, yet she chose you.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You're not only a woman, but you were also confident enough to seduce the most dykey of us all.<</s>> My joke landed. <<s Leo>>When you put it like that...<</s>> I knew that this would not be the end of it, and that my friend would need a lot more convincing than that to continue to grow her confidence, but I needed to take my time with this. <<s Author>>Come on, let's go sweat for a bit.<</s>> I said to her enthusiastically, eager for a workout with my bestie prom prospect. <<else>><<s Author>>Come on, Ella.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>Do you really think that the school would put you as a prom prospect if you were not feminine enough?<</s>> My question was pointed, a clear argument that she couldn't really deny. <<s Leo>>It's not the same...<</s>> She replied. <<s Author>>Oh come on, our school might be in desperate need of rebranding, but it is pretty progressive. They chose you to be a potential prom queen because they see your femininity.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Author>>You're not only a woman, but you're one of the most feminine, attractive, and engaging of them all.<</s>> My argument seemed to land well with her. <<s Leo>>When you put it like that...<</s>> I knew that this would not be the end of it, and that my friend would need a lot more convincing than that to continue to grow her confidence, but I needed to take my time with it. There was also always the fear that she'd end up stealing the crown from me... <<s Author>>Come on, let's go sweat for a bit.<</s>> I said to her enthusiastically, eager for a workout with my bestie prom prospect.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<<pichalf "workout/lw-masculine1.jpg">> My attractive friend was working out fantastically as we hung out at the gym today, his body contorting in interesting ways that I was admiring openly. <<s Author>>Damn, Leo! That's freaking awesome!<</s>> I said to him enthusiastically. <<s Leo>>Thanks! I've been trying this new thing, and I think it's what works best for my physique.<</s>> Indeed, <<light Leo>> had shared his dissatisfaction with weights with me randomly before, but now he was finally doing something about it. <<picmid "workout/lw-masculine2.jpg">> His body kept moving in steady, attractive motions, and his back tensed under the pressure of his movements, a beautiful display of athleticism and masculine beauty. <<if $relationship is "leoonly">>My partner was catching a few stray looks here and there, his attractive body on display in front of all passerbys, and I was enjoying it alongside them. His beauty was not lost on all of them, and I could see open appreciation. One of them, the black man that had approached him back in our starting weeks of working out, was now instead respecting his distance from my boyfriend, whose newfound masculinity seemed to lead him off. //Good riddance// I thought to myself as I kept looking at the attractive physique of my boyfriend, already imagining our next date together...<<elseif $springbreak.has("JulioLeoCouple")>>The attractive <<light Leo>>'s body was catching a few stray looks here and there, on display in front of passerbys, and I was enjoying it as well. <<s Leo>>Hey, keep your eyes to yourself darling, I'm taken.<</s>> He said to me. <<s Author>>It's official between you and Julio?<</s>> I asked him then. He simply winked at me before continuing his workout. Next to us, the man that had previously hit on my friend, the black brute that had approached him in the showers, seemed to be eagerly listening in on the conversation, frustratingly moving away as he heard the claim that <<light Leo>> made. Seems like my masculine friend was catching a bit too much attention from these attractive men!<<else>>My friend's body was catching a few stray looks here and there, on display in front of passerbys, and I was enjoying it as well. <<s Leo>>Hey, keep your eyes for yourself darling, you got a partner!<</s>> He jokingly called me out on my stares. <<s stranger>>Can you blame the lady, you've got moves.<</s>> I turned to look at the person who seemed to interject in this conversation, noticing the black man that had hit on <<light Leo>> here long ago, in the showers. Here he was now, complimenting my masculine friend once more. <<s stranger>>Truly impressive growth, dude.<</s>> The stranger added almost sheepishly, no wonder hoping to flatter and impress my friend. <<s Leo>>Thanks.<</s>> Came the dry reply, before my attractive friend went back to his workout. The confidence with which he carried himself was enticing, as I saw the man awkwardly walk away from the interaction. I smiled at <<light Leo>> as he gave me a wink, continuing his workout with clear discipline.<</if>> //I wonder what these workouts would bring in the future..// My thoughts continued as I looked at the contorting body in front of me, partly my doing... <<picmid "workout/lw-masculine3.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<<s Author>>So looks like someone's finally getting what they've wanted for a long time now, a theater project!<</s>> Working out on Sunday has always been fun, because of the companion I had. <<s Leo>>You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this.<</s>> <<s Author>>Babe you're excited every time theater class comes up, I think I have an idea!<</s>> I teased instead. <<s Leo>>Touché! I seriously can't wait to see where this takes me!<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>They<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>She<<else>>He<</if>> said while smiling, <<s Leo>>I didn't know I'd be that desirable!<</s>> <<if $group4 is "Eric and Leo" or $group4 is "Eric and Ella">><<s Author>>Of course you are! That's why I chose your team!<</s>> I reassured the lovely social butterfly.<<else>><<s Author>>Of course you are! That's probably why Angela immediately chose you!<</s>> I called my rival out.<</if>> <<s Leo>>Yeah Julio felt particularly bad about not being able to join me.<</s>> This fact made a lot of sense to me, though that man's sudden resurgence did raise some questions to me. <<s Leo>>Anyway, I'm excited with my team, I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of awesome stuff!<</s>> The excitement was palpable. However, a certain element weighed on my mind a bit too heavily, as I imagined <<light Angela>>'s influence on the periphery of my life, and how she'd been able to have them both, <<light Eric>> too, to be on her team, and the kind of game she might be playing with them. With me really, through them. And the fear was playing itself in me, as I figured what to say to my gym partner. <div id='choices'><<link "Watch out for Angela">><<pickup $thoughts "LW Play Talk Watchout" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Keep your eyes peeled though,<</s>> I decided to add, <<s Author>>You need to watch out for Angela.<</s>> My gym partner turned to me with an inquisitive expression. <<s Author>>She has a way of wrapping her tendrils around people, and I'm afraid that she'd view you as only a means to an end.<</s>> I further explained. <<s Leo>>Ye of little faith.<</s>> The confidence was clear, <<s Leo>>I'll have it handled, don't worry.<</s>> With that confidence, and a continued workout, I felt a bit more at peace leading into tomorrow's project meeting, hoping that this warning would keep <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>them<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<else>>him<</if>> on <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>their<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>her<<else>>his<</if>> toes. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't mention it">><<replace "#choices">>Deciding that the time for talk was over and the time for workout was now, I moved on, concentrating on the machines and occasionally stealing naughty glances at my athletic gym partner. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pickup $club "Buttplugging 1" 1>><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"> <center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Plugged and Loaded</h2></center> In front of me, as I switched up my clothing to put on the gym outfit I've grown accustomed to, laid the gift I'd received on my birthday night. A gift that I was already looking forward to making the best use of. And yet, something about doing this here was a deep turn on to me. In public, where anyone could potentially find me out... Why did I love it? A part of me envisioned another way to enjoy that toy though, as I imagined my friend with it, prancing around the gym seductively... <div id='choicesah'><<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<dark "Seek out my friend and have him put it in instead" "He's too masculine for that!">><<dark "*" "Choosing to put it in still allows for fun dominant times">><<elseif $subdom gte 30>><<link "Seek out my friend and have them put it in instead">><<replace "#choicesah">><<if $leocharacter is "enby">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Them" 1>>I knew that my friend would find interest in what I had to offer. <<s Author>>Hey Alex...<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I could see your interest in the buttplug on my birthday...<</s>> I teasingly allowed myself to take my time in my speech, seeing them look at me. And what was that... Look in their eyes? Curiosity? <<s Author>>Wanna try it?<</s>> I went out on a limb. And when their cheeks turned crimson red, I knew I had them right where I needed them. <<s Author>>Oh my! Someone's imagination is roaming!<</s>> I said teasingly. <<s Author>>Let's make fantasy reality. I'll be waiting in the bathrooms for you, Alex.<</s>> I stated, already on my way. It was moments later that they'd followed me there, a timid person about to receive a beautiful present. <<s Author>>Take off your shorts and panties and bend over.<</s>> Why bother lie about the panties. They were obviously wearing some, and after all, it all fed into the genderless expression that they were starting to embrace. As I pulled up the buttplug from my bag, I saw my friend comply to my demands. How naughty, how sexy and oddly feminine their butt looked! <<vid "workout/lw-butt-wink.mp4">> Their asshole winked at me, calling for my attention, calling for the thing that would make it fulfilled. And I'd comply, approaching with my plug, eager to be placing it inside their naughty little hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-insertion.mp4">> And in it went, the metal piece finding itself at home between their needy cheeks, spreading their hole and eliciting a moan from the submissive person kneeling in front of me. A naughty, submissive enby in the making. And I enjoyed looking at them lie down, as their ass accommodated the new companion, pushing and pulling at it, eagerly. <<s Author>>Come on, you have an ass to workout.<</s>> I said, eager to see them on the receiving end of the humiliation. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-him.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "LW Buttplugging Them">><</link>><<else>><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Her" 1>>I knew that my friend would find interest in what I had to offer. <<s Author>>Hey Ella...<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I could see your interest in the buttplug on my birthday...<</s>> I teasingly allowed myself to take my time in my speech, seeing her look at me. And what was that... Look in her eyes? Curiosity? <<s Author>>Wanna try it?<</s>> I went out on a limb. And when her cheeks turned crimson red, I knew I had her right where I needed her. <<s Author>>Oh my! Someone's imagination is roaming!<</s>> I said teasingly. <<s Author>>Let's make fantasy reality. I'll be waiting in the bathrooms for you, Ella.<</s>> I stated, already on my way. It was moments later that she'd followed me there, a timid person about to receive a beautiful present. <<s Author>>Take off your shorts and panties and bend over.<</s>> I knew she was wearing panties, as we'd been here before, as we'd explored that path together... As I picked up the buttplug from my bag, I saw my friend comply to my demands. How naughty, how supple and feminine her butt looked! <<vid "workout/lw-butt-wink.mp4">> Her asshole winked at me, calling for my attention, calling for the thing that would make it fulfilled. And I'd comply, approaching with my plug, eager to be placing it inside her naughty little hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-insertion.mp4">> And in it went, the metal piece finding itself at home between her needy cheeks, spreading her hole and eliciting a moan from the submissive person kneeling in front of me. A naughty, submissive little sissy in the making. <<if $relationship is "MeHarem">>And one that would make a mighty fine addition to the harem... It was close.<</if>> And I enjoyed looking at her lie down, as her ass accommodated the new companion, pushing and pulling at it, eagerly. <<s Author>>Come on, you have an ass to workout.<</s>> I said, eager to see her on the receiving end of the humiliation. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-him.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "LW Buttplugging Her">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<if $relationship is "MeHarem" and $leocharacter is "feminine">><<dark "*" "This will prepare her for the harem">><</if>><<else>><<dark "Seek out my friend and have them put it in" "Not dominant enough (30)">><<dark "*" "Don't worry, choosing to put it in will give you the chance to switch it up right after">><</if>> <<link "Put it in, why not...">><<replace "#choicesah">>I knew it was a mistake even before I started working out. But the thrill of trying it out in such a public space always got to me. And it was getting to me today too. Usually, after working out with my buttplug in, I'd rush to the showers and get a nice, cold bath to cool me down after all the excitement of it rubbing inside of me. There's an undeniable, deep thrill at being so absolutely naughty in such a public space, with no one noticing. One that I wish I could recommend without sounding like a wanton slut. <<vid "workout/lw-buttplugging-uncontrolled.mp4">> Except, this time, I was not gone unnoticed. <<if $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>> noticed. I could see it from the way they were looking at me. From their stares, their intense looks that told me they were studying my movements, and knew something was off. They had an inkling of what it was, but didn't know what exactly. And that alone send even more chills down my spine. My friend, my close friend, was staring at me and trying to understand what was happening to me. And I, an eager, absolutely debased slut, was hiding a buttplug up my rectum like a fucking whore. There's no way they'd know, right? Except they approached me. <<s Leo>>Something's wrong with you. What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yes, you, <<print $name>>. You're acting all weird, avoiding eye contact, and walking bizarre.<</s>> They said. <<s Leo>>Like a stick was up your butt.<</s>> I surely blushed, because in that moment, I could feel myself redden and my breathing catch in my throat. My friend had always been perceptive. They knew they stumbled upon the answer. <<s Leo>>You did not!<</s>> They claimed out loud, stunned. <<s Leo>>You actually wore it?<</s>> After my birthday's public gift, there was no use hiding it. My friend knew exactly what had transpired and I was at a disadvantage...<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>> noticed. I could see it from the way she was looking at me. From her stares, her intense looks that told me she was studying my movements, and knew something was off. She had an inkling of what it was, but didn't know what exactly. And that alone send even more chills down my spine. My friend, my close friend, was staring at me and trying to understand what was happening to me. And I, an eager, absolutely debased slut, was hiding a buttplug up my rectum like a fucking whore. There's no way she'd know, right? Except she approached me. <<s Leo>>Something's wrong with you. What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yes, you, <<print $name>>. You're acting all weird, avoiding eye contact, and walking bizarre.<</s>> She said. <<s Leo>>Like a stick was up your butt.<</s>> I surely blushed, because in that moment, I could feel myself redden and my breathing catch in my throat. My friend had always been perceptive. She knew she stumbled upon the answer. <<s Leo>>You did not!<</s>> She claimed out loud, stunned. <<s Leo>>You actually wore it?<</s>> After my birthday's public gift, there was no use hiding it. My friend knew exactly what had transpired and I was at a disadvantage...<<else>><<light Leo>> noticed. I could see it from the way he was looking at me. From his stares, his intense looks that told me he was studying my movements, and knew something was off. He had an inkling of what it was, but didn't know what exactly. And that alone send even more chills down my spine. My friend, my close friend, was staring at me and trying to understand what was happening to me. And I, an eager, absolutely debased slut, was hiding a buttplug up my rectum like a fucking whore. There's no way he'd know, right? Except he approached me. <<s Leo>>Something's wrong with you. What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yes, you, <<print $name>>. You're acting all weird, avoiding eye contact, and walking bizarre.<</s>> He said. <<s Leo>>Like a stick was up your butt.<</s>> I surely blushed, because in that moment, I could feel myself redden and my breathing catch in my throat. My friend had always been perceptive. He knew he stumbled upon the answer. <<s Leo>>You did not!<</s>> He claimed out loud, stunned. <<s Leo>>You actually wore it?<</s>> After my birthday's public gift, there was no use hiding it. My friend knew exactly what had transpired and I was at a disadvantage...<</if>> <<s Author>>I...<</s>> I had no words to explain what was happening. I could only deal with it. <div id='choices'><<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<dark "Wanna try it?" "He's too masculine for that!">><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<link "Wanna try it?">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Them" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew that my friend didn't carry any real power. And what was that... Look in their eyes? Curiosity? <<s Author>>Wanna try it?<</s>> I went out on a limb. And when their cheeks turned crimson red, I knew I had them right where I needed them. <<s Author>>Oh my! Someone's imagination is roaming!<</s>> I said teasingly. <<s Author>>Let's make fantasy reality. I'll be waiting in the bathrooms for you, Alex. I'll clean it up for you.<</s>> I stated, already on my way. It was moments later that they'd followed me there, a timid person about to receive a beautiful present. <<s Author>>Take off your shorts and panties and bend over.<</s>> Why bother lie about the panties. They were obviously wearing some, and after all, it all fed into the genderless expression that they were starting to embrace. As I cleaned my buttplug in the sink, I saw my friend comply to my demands. How naughty, how sexy and oddly feminine their butt looked! <<vid "workout/lw-butt-wink.mp4">> Their asshole winked at me, calling for my attention, calling for the thing that would make it fulfilled. And I'd comply, approaching with my plug, eager to be placing it inside their naughty little hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-insertion.mp4">> And in it went, the metal piece finding itself at home between their needy cheeks, spreading their hole and eliciting a moan from the submissive person kneeling in front of me. A naughty, submissive enby in the making. And I enjoyed looking at them lie down, as their ass accommodated the new companion, pushing and pulling at it, eagerly. <<s Author>>Come on, you have an ass to workout.<</s>> I said, eager to see them on the receiving end of the humiliation. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-him.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "LW Buttplugging Them">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Wanna try it?">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Her" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew that my friend didn't carry any real power. And what was that... Look in her eyes? Curiosity? <<s Author>>Wanna try it?<</s>> I went out on a limb. And when her cheeks turned crimson red, I knew I had her right where I needed her. <<s Author>>Oh my! Someone's imagination is roaming!<</s>> I said teasingly. <<s Author>>Let's make fantasy reality. I'll be waiting in the bathrooms for you, Ella. I'll clean it up for you.<</s>> I stated, already on my way. It was moments later that she'd followed me there, a timid person about to receive a beautiful present. <<s Author>>Take off your shorts and panties and bend over.<</s>> I knew she was wearing panties, as we'd been here before, as we'd explored that path together... As I cleaned my buttplug in the sink, I saw my friend comply to my demands. How naughty, how supple and feminine her butt looked! <<vid "workout/lw-butt-wink.mp4">> Her asshole winked at me, calling for my attention, calling for the thing that would make it fulfilled. And I'd comply, approaching with my plug, eager to be placing it inside her naughty little hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-insertion.mp4">> And in it went, the metal piece finding itself at home between her needy cheeks, spreading her hole and eliciting a moan from the submissive person kneeling in front of me. A naughty, submissive little sissy in the making. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">>And one that would make a mighty fine addition to the harem... It was close.<</if>> And I enjoyed looking at her lie down, as her ass accommodated the new companion, pushing and pulling at it, eagerly. <<s Author>>Come on, you have an ass to workout.<</s>> I said, eager to see her on the receiving end of the humiliation. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-him.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "LW Buttplugging Her">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<dark "*" "This will prepare her for the harem">><</if>><</if>> <<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<link "Please don't judge me.">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Please don't judge me!<</s>> Plead as I may, I could see the wheels turning in <<light Leo>>'s mind. Naughty wheels that looked to benefit the best they could from the situation... <<s Leo>>Show me.<</s>> He said. I looked at him startled. <<s Leo>>Show me the plug you're wearing and I won't speak about it. I wanna see.<</s>> I had no choice. I had to flash him. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> Had to... Or wanted to? I probably wanted to, as I found myself bending over and showing him what he'd requested with little to no reservation. <<s Leo>>Looks good.<</s>> He said, praising me. I was enjoying this! I noticed that I was getting wetter from the mere idea of exposing myself to him. <<s Author>>Wait. Come with me.<</s>> I wanted to do more. Show more. I took him to the bathrooms. And took off my bottoms, bending over to show him what he'd requested of me. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt-showoff.jpg">> I revealed everything there was to see to my dominant friend, simply because he had made the request. Despite everything that had happened before, I had to admit that I was being naughty, and that the exhibitionism I carried made me horny as well. And I embraced it openly. <<s Leo>>That's good. It suits you.<</s>> He complimented me before going on his way. <<s Leo>>Though your partner might not be happy with you strutting your stuff like that.<</s>> I blushed at his statement, a huge part of me agreeing, but finding nothing wrong with the naughtiness of the moment. After all, we were just friends having fun with no ulterior motives, right? //It was a naughty thrill, nothing more!// <<link "Continue working out" "LW Buttplugging Me">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Please don't judge me" "He's too liberal for that">><</if>> <<if $open gte 50>><<link "Wanna see?">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt naughty, and I wanted to see if I could push my luck with my friend. <<s Author>>Wanna see?<</s>> I asked, smiling. Now that I was showing confidence, my friend changed tacts. <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come with me.<</s>> I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass for a good thrill and a nice bit of exhibitionism. <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>I took them to a side of the common space, secluded and away from prying eyes, and went for it. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> Their eyes were wide open when I turned around to look at them. <<s Author>>Keep our secret safe, Alex.<</s>> I whispered to them before drifting away, smiling to myself at my courage.<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>I took her to a side of the common space, secluded and away from prying eyes, and went for it. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> Her eyes were wide open when I turned around to look at her. <<s Author>>Keep our secret safe, Ella.<</s>> I whispered to her before drifting away, smiling to myself at my courage.<<else>>I took him to a side of the common space, secluded and away from prying eyes, and went for it. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> His eyes were wide open when I turned around to look at him. <<s Author>>Keep our secret safe, Leo.<</s>> I whispered to him before drifting away, smiling to myself at my courage.<</if>> I was a naughty minx, and it was having an effect on my friend. How beautiful that was! <<link "Continue working out" "LW Buttplugging Me">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Wanna see?" "Not open enough (50)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $open lte 60>><<link "Don't do any of that!">><<replace "#choicesah">>I wasn't going to devalue myself after all this time following a righteous path. And it wouldn't be here, with a random friend, as opposed to the privacy of my own bed with a partner I could entirely trust. I was not a slut that would put herself on display wantonly, and the reception of that toy was a humiliation that I would very well do without. With a shame that I couldn't quite explain, having even entertained the thought, I decided to concentrate on my workout instead, willing myself to push further than ever to fully ignore the feelings that had been coursing through me, and to put aside these kind of wrong relationships and thoughts. <<vid "workout/boring-1.mp4">> Next to me, my friend was talking to the stranger that had approached all this time ago in the showers, and I knew that things would continue to evolve between them. I felt only disgust at this development. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Don't do any of that!" "Too open to ignore this opportunity (60)">><</if>></div>

<<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-start.jpg">> Now that there was something hiding behind her pants, I knew that my friend was struggling with the intrusion, unable to handle herself entirely as she worked on the machines at the gym. I smiled at her, realizing that there was something intrinsically beautiful about the way she was trying to control herself - yet was failing to do so. The squirming she was doing, a beautiful and naughty sight, was an enticing image, and I thought of how to add to that feeling in her, mindful not to cross any lines. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">>As I looked at her in her naughty appearance, her submissiveness so beautifully on display and her beauty so attractively enticing, I thought of the potential that this moment might bring. Thinking about my own mistress in that moment, and the way I'd been priming <<light Ella>> for her, I knew this was my time to shine. <<link "Propose she joins the harem">><<pickup $club "LW Ella Harem Talk" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to move closer to my friend, tease her about her "secret", and see how she'd react. <<s Author>>Not the first time something went up there, is it?<</s>> I asked her with a poked tongue, seeing her shy reaction and expression. <<s Leo>>I...<</s>> Her face told me what I already was certain of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">>Biting her lip, my friend just couldn't handle the naughtiness of her activity, part of her enjoying what was happening. <<s Author>>You know, there's more to this, more fun to be had.<</s>> I said to her then. <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> She asked, obviously interested in what I had to say. <<s Author>>I mean that you're sexy, erotic, and just the right match for us.<</s>> <<light Ella>> looked at me with interest in her eyes, though there was also trepidation in her speech. <<s Ella>>Are you sure that Yara would accept it?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>You've realized how she looked at your yesterday, didn't you?<</s>> I asked my sexy friend then. <<light Ella>> blushed. <<s Author>>But if you're in, I can talk to her for you.<</s>> I clarified. <<s Author>>No promises, but we'll have to folllow her exact guidance.<</s>> My naughty trans friend blushed even further. <<s Ella>>The way she conducts herself is attractive.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Ella>>I never thought I'd even have a chance.<</s>> <<s Author>>Leave it to me, darling.<</s>> I said to my potential future partner, eager to see her part of the big harem forming. I now just needed to convince <<light Yara>> about it all, knowing that this might be a difficult task, but eager to try... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>As I looked at her in her naughty appearance, her submissiveness so beautifully on display and her beauty so attractively enticing, I thought of the potential that this moment might bring. Thinking about my harem in that moment, and the way I'd been priming <<light Ella>> for it, I knew this was my time to shine. <<link "Propose she joins my harem">><<pickup $club "LW Ella Harem Talk Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to move closer to my friend, tease her about her "secret", and see how she'd react. <<s Author>>Not the first time something went up there, is it?<</s>> I asked her with a poked tongue, seeing her shy reaction and expression. <<s Leo>>I...<</s>> Her face told me what I already was certain of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">>Biting her lip, my friend just couldn't handle the naughtiness of her activity, part of her enjoying what was happening. <<s Author>>You know, there's more to this, more fun to be had.<</s>> I said to her then. <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> She asked, obviously interested in what I had to say. <<s Author>>I mean that you're sexy, erotic, and just the right match for us.<</s>> <<light Ella>> looked at me with interest in her eyes, though there was also trepidation in her speech. <<s Ella>>Are you sure that I could join?<</s>> She asked, worried, <<s Ella>>You're all so hot and attractive, and have such a vibe.<</s>> I smiled at her. <<s Author>>You noticed it, didn't you?<</s>> My birthday was a dead giveway to the vibes I carried with my pets, and it was delectable. Heck, the toy <<light Ella>> wore was given to me to use on my pets, that was a dead give-away of my interest in her, wasn't it? She blushed as she looked at my naughty stares directed towards her. <<s Author>>We'll have to make it a special day where you join us though, maybe at the Easter Party?<</s>> I teased her then, excited at seeing my harem grow. My naughty trans friend blushed even further. <<s Ella>>I'd love nothing more...<</s>> My future pet was shyly biting her lip. <<s Author>>Leave it to me, darling.<</s>> I winked at her as I already imagined how we'd slowly rope her along to the harem, excited about the prospect of having another toy to play with. Another prom queen prospect serving me... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not in the right relationship.">><</if>> <<link "Tease her about it further">><<replace "#choices">>I decided to move closer to my friend, tease her about her "secret", and see how she'd react. <<s Author>>Not the first time something went up there, is it?<</s>> I asked her with a poked tongue, seeing her shy reaction and expression. <<s Leo>>I...<</s>> Her face told me what I already was certain of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">>Biting her lip, my friend just couldn't handle the naughtiness of her activity, part of her enjoying what was happening. <<s Author>>Oh you're having fun, aren't you?<</s>> I decided to continue teasing her, happy to be seeing her in such a vulnerable state. <<s Leo>>It's... Really distracting. But hot.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>I'm sure it is.<</s>> I teased her again, receiving what I could swear to be a moan from her barely parted lips. //What a naughty, naughty little minx...// As our workout neared its end, however, I noticed <<light Ella>> headed towards the showers with a spring in her step. I knew that part of me wanted to spy on her, see her in this vulnerable state, and see how she'd deal with the whole situation. Another part of me, the prudish, respectable part, wanted to respect her privacy. And after all, it's not like her and I were dating... One part won eventually... <div id='choices2'><<link "Spy on her">><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower2.jpg">> A sexy plugged ass greeted me as I made my way into the showers, enjoying my friend's naughty exhibitionism. A beautiful sight indeed, and one that I'd soon receive more of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower1.jpg">> Bending over, <<light Ella>> spread her butt cheeks, almost as if showing off her naughty little toy, wanting everyone to see what she had hidden, wanting to be caught. It's a good thing it was me, the pervert who got to see this beautiful sight, the pervert behind that activity. While trying to find relief, she was giving a naughty debauched vision, and one that I greatly enjoyed. It didn't stop when the plug was out. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-fingering.jpg">> A finger up her ass brought her great relief, as she played with herself openly. //What a slut, being so openly naughty in a public space like that!// My friend was embracing using her pussy as a sexual organ, and I was lucky enough to see it and be part of this new exploration. //Who knew sharing my toy with her would bring that much naughty exploration?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Respect her privacy" "Gym">><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Watch as another approaches">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Approach" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to get involved in the whole situation, and enjoying to see my friend squirm from a distance, it was quite the fun time. Until the man showed up. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">>The same man that was there the last time my friend was in a vulnerable position. And he noticed that something was off with the way my <<light Ella>> was moving... <<s stranger>>Well well well... Fucked too hard yesterday night?<</s>> He got closer to her as he spoke in a whisper. Thankfully, I was close enough to hear. <<s Leo>>No... It's not that...<</s>> She tried to interject. <<s stranger>>You're walking funny, boy.<</s>> He continued harassing my friend, growing closer and closer. And, lo and behold, <<light Ella>> didn't object to what I thought she would. <<s Leo>>I am not a boy.<</s>> She said, the meaning clear. <<s stranger>>A long way from where we started, all these months ago.<</s>> The man moved closer, as my feminine friend shrunk smaller. <<s Leo>>I didn't get fucked.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Why you walking funny then?<</s>> The man demanded an answer. An answer that <<light Ella>> found herself compelled to give him. <<s Leo>>I'm... plugged.<</s>> She admitted. <<vid "workout/leo-spank.mp4">> The man was quick to place his hand on my friend's bottom, a flashback coursing through my mind. His dominant hand took hold of my friend's ass. His fingers exploring further, deeper, brushing against her toy. His smile grew. <<s stranger>>You naughty, naughty girl.<</s>> He said in a dominant manner. My friend was well and truly his to control. <<s stranger>>Fun times await you. I already look forward to seeing you here next time.<</s>> He claimed, before slinking away. The deep breaths that my friend took after her harasser left told me that at the very least, her heart was beating fast in her chest. The tent fighting in her tight shorts told me she liked it. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">> //What a naughty minx.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This might leave her open for approach">></div>

<<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-start.jpg">> Now that there was something hiding behind their pants, I knew that my friend was struggling with the intrusion, unable to handle themselves entirely as they worked on the machines at the gym. I smiled at them, realizing that there was something intrinsically beautiful about the way they were trying to control themselves - yet was failing to do so. The squirming they were doing, a beautiful and naughty sight, was an enticing image, and I thought of how to add to that feeling in them, mindful not to cross any lines. <div id='choices'><<link "Tease them about it further">><<replace "#choices">>I decided to move closer to my friend, tease them about their "secret", and see how they'd react. <<s Author>>Not the first time something went up there, is it?<</s>> I asked them with a poked tongue, seeing them shy reaction and expression. <<s Leo>>I...<</s>> Their face told me what I already was certain of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">>Biting their lip, my friend just couldn't handle the naughtiness of their activity, part of them enjoying what was happening. <<s Author>>Oh you're having fun, aren't you?<</s>> I decided to continue teasing them, happy to be seeing them in such a vulnerable state. <<s Leo>>It's... Really distracting. But hot.<</s>> They admitted. <<s Author>>I'm sure it is.<</s>> I teased them again, receiving what I could swear to be a moan from their barely parted lips. //What a naughty, naughty little minx...// As our workout neared its end, however, I noticed <<light Alex>> headed towards the showers with a spring in their step. I knew that part of me wanted to spy on them, see them in this vulnerable state, and see how they'd deal with the whole situation. Another part of me, the prudish, respectable part, wanted to respect their privacy. And after all, it's not like them and I were dating... One part won eventually... <div id='choices2'><<link "Spy on them">><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower2.jpg">> A sexy plugged ass greeted me as I made my way into the showers, enjoying my friend's naughty exhibitionism. A beautiful sight indeed, and one that I'd soon receive more of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower1.jpg">> Bending over, <<light Alex>> spread their butt cheeks, almost as if showing off their naughty little toy, wanting everyone to see what they had hidden, wanting to be caught. It's a good thing it was me, the pervert who got to see this beautiful sight, the pervert behind that activity. While trying to find relief, they were giving a naughty debauched vision, and one that I greatly enjoyed. It didn't stop when the plug was out. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-fingering.jpg">> A finger up their ass brought them great relief, as they played with themselves openly. //What a slut, being so openly naughty in a public space like that!// My friend was embracing using their pussy as a sexual organ, and I was lucky enough to see it and be part of this new exploration. //Who knew sharing my toy with them would bring that much naughty exploration?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Respect their privacy" "Gym">><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Watch as another approaches">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Approach" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to get involved in the whole situation, and enjoying to see my friend squirm from a distance, it was quite the fun time. Until the man showed up. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">>The same man that was there the last time my friend was in a vulnerable position. And he noticed that something was off with the way my <<light Alex>> was moving... <<s stranger>>Well well well... Fucked too hard yesterday night?<</s>> He got closer to them as he spoke in a whisper. Thankfully, I was close enough to hear. <<s Leo>>No... It's not that...<</s>> They tried to interject. <<s stranger>>You're walking funny, boy.<</s>> He continued harassing my friend, growing closer and closer. And, lo and behold, <<light Alex>> didn't object to what I thought they would. <<s Leo>>I am not a boy.<</s>> They said, the meaning clear. <<s stranger>>A long way from where we started, all these months ago.<</s>> The man moved closer, as my non-binary friend shrunk smaller. <<s Leo>>I didn't get fucked.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Why you walking funny then?<</s>> The man demanded an answer. An answer that <<light Alex>> found themselves compelled to give him. <<s Leo>>I'm... plugged.<</s>> They admitted. <<vid "workout/leo-spank.mp4">> The man was quick to place his hand on my friend's bottom, a flashback coursing through my mind. His dominant hand took hold of my friend's ass. His fingers exploring further, deeper, brushing against their new toy. His smile grew. <<s stranger>>You naughty, naughty person.<</s>> He said in a dominant manner. My friend was well and truly his to control. <<s stranger>>Fun times await you. I already look forward to seeing you here next time.<</s>> He claimed, before slinking away. The deep breaths that my friend took after their harasser left told me that at the very least, their heart was beating fast in their chest. The tent fighting in their tight shorts told me at least part of them liked it. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">> //What a naughty minx.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This might leave them open for approach">></div>

Once more, I was working out at the gym with a small hidden toy inside of me, a truly naughty and absolutely kinky approach to my everyday life, and now my friend knew exactly what was happening with me. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt-showoff.jpg">> <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>Their<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>Her<<else>>His<</if>> smiles were wide as the struggle I was going through became quite intense, and I only waited in anticipation to see what would be happening next. Whatever small amount of control I still had, I had better use it now... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 0>><<link 'Tease further'>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-butt2-flirt.mp4">> <<if $leocharacter is "enby">>I knew my friend was looking at me. I knew they liked seeing me struggle. And I also knew that I was up to the challenge, turning towards them and winking slyly, laughing. They smiled back, appreciating what they saw. I was getting better and better at it, and my ass was quite popping because of the improved positions the toy in my ass demanded. Later, as I noticed my friend looking at me in the locker room as I got dressed, I decided to put the plug back in in front of them, teasing them once more. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-insertion.mp4">> Their face told me everything I needed to know, as they bit theirt lip in appreciation before I headed my own way and them theirs.<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>I knew my friend was looking at me. I knew she liked seeing me struggle. And I also knew that I was up to the challenge, turning towards her and winking slyly, laughing. She smiled back, appreciating what she saw. I was getting better and better at it, and my ass was quite popping because of the improved positions the toy in my ass demanded. Later, as I noticed my friend looking at me in the locker room as I got dressed, I decided to put the plug back in in front of her, teasing her once more. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-insertion.mp4">> Her face told me everything I needed to know, as she bit his lip in appreciation before I headed my own way and her hers.<<else>>I knew my friend was looking at me. I knew he liked seeing me struggle. And I also knew that I was up to the challenge, turning towards him and winking slyly, laughing. He smiled back, appreciating what he saw. I was getting better and better at it, and my ass was quite popping because of the improved positions the toy in my ass demanded. Later, as I noticed my friend looking at me in the locker room as I got dressed, I decided to put the plug back in in front of him, teasing him once more. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-insertion.mp4">> His face told me everything I needed to know, as he bit his lip in appreciation before I headed my own way and him his.<</if>> <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "All I can do is blush">><<replace "#choices">><<if $leocharacter is "enby">>I could only blush as my friend's intense stares bore through me, making me feel small and naughty. Their dominant attitude was heightening my senses, making me feel even more pliable under their intense stare. They were quite the perceptive individual, and that was having its effect on me. And when they approached me in a corner of the gym, making a silent and clear request... The only thing I could really do was follow their command. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-reveal.mp4">> <<s Author>>Do you like it?<</s>> I asked them as they revelled in the sight I offered, smiling at the little toy hidden inside my ass. <<s Leo>>Yes, yes I do. Very mindful of you.<</s>> They joked, before going back to their workout. //Keeping with this path is dangerous, especially when I'm dating someone...//<<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>I could only blush as my friend's intense stares bore through me, making me feel small and naughty. Her dominant attitude was heightening my senses, making me feel even more pliable under her intense stare. She was quite the perceptive individual, and that was having its effect on me. And when she approached me in a corner of the gym, making a silent and clear request... The only thing I could really do was follow her command. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-reveal.mp4">> <<s Author>>Do you like it?<</s>> I asked her as she revelled in the sight I offered, smiling at the little toy hidden inside my ass. <<s Leo>>Yes, yes I do. Very mindful of you.<</s>> She joked, before going back to her workout. //Keeping with this path is dangerous, especially when I'm dating someone...//<<else>>I could only blush as my friend's intense stares bore through me, making me feel small and naughty. His dominant attitude was heightening my senses, making me feel even more pliable under his intense stare. He was quite the perceptive individual, and that was having its effect on me. And when he approached me in a corner of the gym, making a silent and clear request... The only thing I could really do was follow his command. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-reveal.mp4">> <<s Author>>Do you like it?<</s>> I asked him as he revelled in the sight I offered, smiling at the little toy hidden inside my ass. <<s Leo>>Yes, yes I do. Very mindful of you.<</s>> He joked, before going back to his workout. //Keeping with this path is dangerous, especially when I'm dating someone...//<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Try to finish the workout as fast as possible.">><<pickup $friendsevents "LW Stranger Approach" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-butt2-fast.mp4">> Up and down, I worked quickly to get the whole ordeal done as fast as possible. My friend was smiling naughtily at me, but I knew I wanted to get things done as fast as possible before I just left the gym. Thankfully, someone else seemed to have other plans for the one I came here with, distracting from my naughty activity... <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">> <<s stranger>>I see you looking at her,<</s>> The man that had long shown interest in my friend said then, <<s stranger>>But what you need is someone like me.<</s>> My friend was not going to give the stranger too much attention, electing to ignore him entirely. Something about how he was brushed off entirely had hit the man's confidence once more. My friend's character was evolving right in front of my eyes, and it was starting to truly show. I knew that was not the end of the man's advances, but I also knew that things were in my friend's hand for sure... Control was still theirs. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Someone else might snoop in">></div>

<<pickup $club "Buttplugging 1" 1>><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Plugged and Loaded</h2></center> In front of me, as I switched up my clothing to put on the gym outfit I've grown accustomed to, laid the gift I'd received on my birthday night. A gift that I was already looking forward to making the best use of. And yet, something about doing this here was a deep turn on to me. In public, where anyone could potentially find me out... Why did I love it? A part of me envisioned another way to enjoy that toy though, as I imagined my partner with it, prancing around the gym seductively... And my partner was aware of that gift, seeing it in my hand right now, as we looked at one another looking for a choice to be made, knowing that we wanted to make use of it to make up for lost time in the drama of the birthday we had... <div id='choices'><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Suggest she wears it">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugging Her" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Wanna try it?<</s>> I went out on a limb. And when her cheeks turned crimson red, I knew I had her right where I needed her. <<s Author>>Oh my! Someone's imagination is roaming!<</s>> I said teasingly. <<s Author>>Let's make fantasy reality. Prepare yourself for me.<</s>> I stated, already eating her up with my eyes. <<s Author>>Take them off and play with yourself.<</s>> My command was met with compliance as my partner did exactly that. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-fingering.jpg">> I knew she was wearing panties, as we'd been here before, as we'd explored that path together... As I cleaned my buttplug in the sink, I saw how my partner played with herself, ready to be used the way she clearly needed to be. How naughty, how supple and feminine her butt looked! <<vid "workout/lw-butt-wink.mp4">> Her asshole winked at me, calling for my attention, calling for the thing that would make it fulfilled. And I'd comply, approaching with my plug, eager to be placing it inside her naughty little hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-insertion.mp4">> And in it went, the metal piece finding itself at home between her needy cheeks, spreading her hole and eliciting a moan from the submissive person kneeling in front of me. A naughty, submissive little sissy in the making. And I enjoyed looking at her lie down, as her ass accommodated the new companion, pushing and pulling at it, eagerly. <<s Author>>Enjoy the water, and enjoy the feeling.<</s>> I told my partner, already showering her with compliments as I was with literal water, seeing her let go and play with herself. She didn't need to be told twice. <<picmid "workout/lw-butt2-shower2.jpg">> My sexy partner was more than willing to toy with herself oh so beautifully, enjoying the feelings that the buttplug brought her, clearly in need of some sort of relief... One that didn't seem to be coming anytime soon as her moans rose. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower1.jpg">> <<if $club.has("EWP Partner")>>Seeing her so naughty in her natural attire reminded me of a particular someone that was looking just as enticing last time we were together, and someone whose pictures I promised I'd show off... <<link "Show her Eva's Pictures" "LW Eva Picture">><</link>><<else>><<link "Continue working out" "LW Stranger Visit Her">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Listen to what she suggests">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugging Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Leo>>Oh my, <<print $name>>... Sounds like you have a special interest in these naughty stuff.<</s>> I could see the wheels turning in my partner's mind. Naughty wheels that looked to benefit the best they could from the situation... <<s Leo>>Show me.<</s>> She said. I looked at her startled. <<s Leo>>Show me how you're going to put the plug in, and let's have some fun with it.<</s>> I had no choice. I had to follow her instructions. After all, why would I tell her about it if a part of me was not interested in playing around with it? <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-insertion.mp4">> Pulling down my panties, I naughtily allowed myself to play that game with my partner, showing off as I slowly sodomized myself for her viewing pleasure. After all, I had to do it! Had to... Or wanted to? I probably wanted to, as I found myself bending over and showing her what she'd requested me to do with little to no reservation. <<s Leo>>Looks good.<</s>> She said, praising me. I was enjoying this! I noticed that I was getting wetter from the mere idea of exposing myself to her. <<s Author>>Fuck, thats so hot.<</s>> I whispered then, still imagining how far I'd go in the public space that was the locker rooms of a gym. I wanted to do more. Show more. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt-showoff.jpg">> I revealed everything there was to see to my dominant partner, simply because she had made the request, even beyond what she'd asked for. Despite everything that had happened before, I had to admit that I was being naughty, and that the exhibitionism I carried made me horny as well. And I embraced it openly. <<s Leo>>That's good. It suits you.<</s>> She complimented me, <<s Leo>>Now get dressed and let's go work out.<</s>> <<if $club.has("EWP Partner")>>Seeing myself being that attractively horny in my gym attire reminded me of a particular someone that was looking just as enticing last time we were together, and someone whose pictures I promised I'd show off... <<link "Show her Eva's Pictures" "LW Eva Picture">><</link>><<else>><<link "Continue working out" "LW Stranger Visit Me">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Ask if I should put it in">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Please don't judge me...<</s>> I said as I approached my partner, trying to maintain eye contact with him, <<s Author>>But I brought along the buttplug.<</s>> I said then, to his clear surprise. <<s Leo>>Oh my, <<print $name>>... Sounds like you have a special interest in these naughty stuff.<</s>> I could see the wheels turning in <<light Leo>>'s mind. Naughty wheels that looked to benefit the best they could from the situation... <<s Leo>>Show me.<</s>> He said. I looked at him startled. <<s Leo>>Show me how you're going to put the plug in, and let's have some fun with it.<</s>> I had no choice. I had to follow his instructions. After all, why would I tell him about it if a part of me was not interested in playing around with it? <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-insertion.mp4">> Pulling down my panties, I naughtily allowed myself to play that game with my partner, showing off as I slowly sodomized myself for his viewing pleasure. After all, I had to do it! Had to... Or wanted to? I probably wanted to, as I found myself bending over and showing him what he'd requested me to do with little to no reservation. <<s Leo>>Looks good.<</s>> He said, praising me. I was enjoying this! I noticed that I was getting wetter from the mere idea of exposing myself to him. <<s Author>>Fuck, thats so hot.<</s>> I whispered then, still imagining how far I'd go in the public space that was the locker rooms of a gym. I wanted to do more. Show more. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt-showoff.jpg">> I revealed everything there was to see to my dominant partner, simply because he had made the request, even beyond what he'd asked for. Despite everything that had happened before, I had to admit that I was being naughty, and that the exhibitionism I carried made me horny as well. And I embraced it openly. <<s Leo>>That's good. It suits you.<</s>> He complimented me, <<s Leo>>Now get dressed and let's go work out.<</s>> <<linkreplace "Follow his command">><<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-start.jpg">> I could only blush as my partner's intense stares bore through me, making me feel small and naughty. His dominant attitude was heightening my senses, making me feel even more pliable under his intense stare. We both knew what was hiding under my clothing, and it turned me on beyond words to imagine myself being put on display like that. I had no doubt that others might have known as well, and the mere thought of doing this so publicly turned me on beyond words. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-reveal.mp4">> <<s Leo>>You're so fucking hot, people are staring at you so hard!<</s>> I blushed at his statement, a huge part of me agreeing, embracing the naughtiness of the moment. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-fast.mp4">> Up and down, I worked on showing off my body in the most enticing of ways possible, and it was having its effect. Around that time, I could see someone looking in our direction, not only at me, but at my partner as well, and the control he seemed to hold over me. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">> The man that had approached my partner all this time ago in the showers of the gym, was now continuing his creepy stares from across the room, and the mere thought of what he might have in mind sent deep shivers down my spine. <div id='choices2'><<link "Let him watch">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Interest" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> It felt hot to be putting my body entirely on display like that in front of the complete stranger, and to imagine him interjecting himself between my partner and I. And so when he approached my partner to talk to him, startling him in his workout, it was clear that <<light Leo>> was not anticipating his approach. <<s stranger>>Your girlfriend is hot, but you better watch out for her.<</s>> He warned, getting dangerously close to us. <<s stranger>>Someone might steal her from you.<</s>> I could only moan at that moment, realizing that I had allowed things to go that far. <<s stranger>>Or you from her.<</s>> Realizing that this man's interest was now peaked, and that he'd be around again to interject himself between me and my partner. //Did I want something like that to happen?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Warn Leo about him">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Apprehension" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Leo...<</s>> I whispered to my partner then, <<s Author>>Someone's watching us.<</s>> As my partner looked around, his eyes caught that stranger's, who decided to speak. <<s stranger>>Looking good, my dude!<</s>> The man said, predatory as always. <<light Leo>> was not going to remain silent any longer. <<s Leo>>She's already taken, dude.<</s>> He said, wrapping his arms around me quite possessively. <<vid "workout/leo-assspank.mp4">> I maintained my position, as the man's smile never subsided for a moment, accepting my partner's possessive grope. <<s stranger>>I was talking about you, boy.<</s>> The man said then, and I realized that things were still the same in his interest. He didn't care that my partner had put a buttplug up my ass, he still believed he had a chance with him. He was too interested for my taste, as I realized that my partner's activity did nothing to dissuade him from his clear interest. I knew however that my partner held some sort of control in this entire situation, and that next time would be the last that we'd have to deal with the black man... //I hoped.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore that and move on">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Apprehension" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to devalue myself after all this time following a righteous path. And it wouldn't be here, as opposed to the privacy of my own bed with this partner I could entirely trust. I was not a slut that would put herself on display wantonly, and the reception of that toy was a humiliation that I would very well do without. <<vid "workout/boring-1.mp4">> With a shame that I couldn't quite explain, having even entertained the thought, I decided to concentrate on my workout instead, willing myself to push further than ever to fully ignore the feelings that had been coursing through me, and to put aside these kind of wrong relationships and thoughts. Next to my workout, my partner was having a workout of his own, showing just how far he'd come ever since we both started working out here. He was noticed by the man that had long approached him, all this time ago in the showers. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Looking good, my dude!<</s>> The man said, predatory as always, to my partner. <<light Leo>> was not going to remain silent any longer. <<s Leo>>I'm already taken, dude.<</s>> He said, wrapping his arms around me quite possessively. <<vid "workout/leo-assspank.mp4">> I shamefully moved away from him, as the man looked on in awe, not quite expecting that behavior from the man that had long seemed quite respectable. I didn't expect it either, but a part of me was willing to ignore it if it meant that man would no longer try to interject in our relationship. He seemed a bit too interested to find out more, though, as I realized that my partner's activity did nothing to dissuade him from his clear interest. I knew however that my partner held control in this entire situation, and that next time would be the last that we'd have to deal with the black man... //I hoped.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</if>></div>

<<vid "workout/lw-buttplugging-uncontrolled.mp4">> I felt myself beyond turned on, having that element inside of me, that dangerous thing that requested I watch my movement. Though after a while, the haze of the naughtiness of the moment settled, allowing me to just relax in it, embrace it entirely as I enjoyed the feeling that it brought, and accepting the rushes of emotions coursing through me every time I bent over. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-fast.mp4">> My movements now somewhat fluid, I still enjoyed how it all felt, embracing the feelings and allowing myself to put on a show for my partner... And potential others... <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">> The man that had approached my partner all this time ago in the showers of the gym, was now continuing his creepy stares from across the room, and the mere thought of what he might have in mind sent deep shivers down my spine. Though I still was not entirely certain which of us he was into now, realizing that we both still were putting on quite the show... <div id='choices'><<link "Warn her of the stranger">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Apprehension" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Ella...<</s>> I whispered to my partner then, <<s Author>>Someone's watching us.<</s>> As my partner looked around, her eyes caught that stranger's, who decided to speak. <<s stranger>>Looking good, ladies!<</s>> The man said, predatory as always. <<light Ella>> was not going to remain silent any longer. <<s Ella>>She's already taken, dude.<</s>> She said, wrapping her arms around me quite possessively. <<vid "workout/leo-assspank.mp4">> I maintained my position, as the man's smile never subsided for a moment, accepting my partner's possessive grope. <<s stranger>>I was talking about you, darling.<</s>> The man said then, and I realized that things were still the same in his interest. He didn't care that my partner had put a buttplug up my ass, he still believed he had a chance with her. He was too interested for my taste, as I realized that my partner's activity did nothing to dissuade him from his clear interest. I knew however that my partner held some sort of control in this entire situation, and that next time would be the last that we'd have to deal with the black man... //I hoped.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't say anything">><<pickup $club "LW Stranger Interest" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-butt2-flirt.mp4">> It felt hot to be putting my body entirely on display like that in front of the complete stranger, and to imagine him interjecting himself between my partner and I. And so when he approached my partner to talk to her, startling her in her workout, it was clear that <<light Ella>> was not anticipating his approach. <<s stranger>>Your girlfriend is hot, but you better watch out for her.<</s>> He warned, getting dangerously close to us. <<s stranger>>Someone might steal her from you.<</s>> I could only moan at that moment, realizing that I had allowed things to go that far. <<s stranger>>Or you from her.<</s>> Realizing that this man's interest was now peaked, and that he'd be around again to interject himself between me and my partner. //Did I want something like that to happen?// <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">> <<light Ella>> herself seemed to be just as interested in the prospect of something like that happening... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Taking that moment for some calm, I approached my partner with my phone open to the pictures we'd taken. <<s Ella>>What is that?<</s>> To say she was stunned was an understatement. The fact that she kept looking at my screen told me she was interested in what was happening, though. <<s Author>>Our partner, obviously. She's been missing you in our workouts.<</s>> I gave additional attention to the word "workout", the double-entendre clear. <<pichalf "workout/eva-workoutfit.jpg">> My partner's struggled to hide how she was feeling, enjoying what she was seeing - possibly a bit too much. Though she bit her lips in seductive stares, I knew that there was going to be an exciting development soon in our trio. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">> There was no doubt that <<light Ella>> would be joining us next Wednesday, and I was already looking forward to that. <<if $club.has("LW Buttplugging Her")>><<link "Continue our workout" "LW Stranger Visit Her">><</link>><<else>><<link "Continue our workout" "LW Stranger Visit Me">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $relationship is "YaraDom">>Showering together with the track team <<elseif $relationship is "YaraSub">>Showering together with the track team <<elseif $world is "BBC Storyline">>Showering, a conversation opens up about the rival <<else>>Showering, there are wandering eyes enjoying one another's bodies <</if>>

<<if $relationship is "YaraDom">>Supporting the Track team in today's event <<elseif $relationship is "YaraSub">>A random cheerleader is seduced <<elseif $world is "BBC Storyline">>A random cheerleader is seduced by the co-captain, we watch. <<else>>Our new uniforms are hot! <</if>>

<<if $relationship is "YaraDom">>Submitting to Yara instead of Angela in front of everyone <<elseif $relationship is "YaraSub">>Yara submits to me in front of everyone <<elseif $world is "BBC Storyline">>Submitting to the co-captain in front of everyone <<else>>Angela or me submits to the other in front of everyone. <</if>>

<<if $relationship is "YaraDom">>Angela serves Yara in front of everyone <<elseif $relationship is "YaraSub">>Angela serves me in front of everyone <<elseif $world is "BBC Storyline">>Co-captain brings friends to dominate us <<else>>A lesbian orgy titilates everyone <</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pichead "clubs/cheerleading.jpg" "A Cheerleading Session">> As I walked towards the cheer trainings that we had today, my mind replayed the encounter I had with <<light Angela>> last week, when there were no tryouts. We had just come across the prom prospects, and she had decided to face off with me, to try to intimidate me. And since then, things have only evolved more and more. What once was a distant dance between us was starting to move closer and closer, with the group she had formed for the school projects and the moment we had somewhat shared yesterday even in the bathroom... Things were getting more and more complicated, and I could see them coming to a head. And I could see her walk towards me as I entered the locker room. <<s Angela>>Well well hello newbie!<</s>> She said excitedly. <<s Author>>Finally I get to join your trainings!<</s>> I joined her excitedness, not wanting to be beat at this social game she was engaging me in. <<s Angela>>That's amazing, I'm soo excited for you to join us as well!<</s>> She overplayed her hand, her sly smile not helping her hide her true emotions. Not that she needed to. The thinly veiled threats would not get either of us anywhere. <<s Angela>>We actually have commissioned a new uniform for the coming year, and seeing as you're our latest addition, maybe you'd want to try it out?<</s>> She said, wanting to put me on the spot. <<pichalf "cloth/cheer-sultry.jpg">> I took a look at the uniform she was showing, quite different than the one that the rest of them were wearing. Different colors, granted, but way more revealing as the material seemed to show off even more than anticipated. The idea of being so exposed was playing in my head, and a part of me was considering it... <<s Angela>>What do you say, <<print $name>>? Are you going to be part of the team and wear the uniform chosen for you?<</s>> She asked me pointedly, as I felt all the eyes surrounding us, waiting for my reaction. I had decided to join the cheer team for the opportunities and the status that this evolution would bring me, yet now I was being faced with a tough decision that really tested how far I was willing to go for my status at school... If I was to wear this uniform, I'd prove myself to be a team player, though I'd be stuck with it for the rest of the year - or rather month. Then again, maybe that was what's needed to get me over the top with the whole of them? <div id='choices'><<if $open lte 90>><<link "Refuse and put on something more modest.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Angela" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-1.jpg">> I wasn't going to let <<light Angela>> get the best of me. My uniform was meant to make me part of the team, and I was not willing to put that into jeapordy. <<light Angela>>, seeing my reaction, was frustrated, but as I looked at the rest of the ladies there I realized that there wasn't any problem with my choice. They didn't seem to care, and that reassured me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-2.jpg">> I didn't look like a prude to them - even if I was - and that would play well for me on the long run. As <<light Angela>> walked out of the room, I allowed myself to smile at this development. If she thought she'd get the best of me, she was sadly mistaken and needed to revisit her expectations. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-3.jpg">> After all, this uniform still had high potential to flash people! <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-4.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer First Session">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Refuse and put on something more modest" "I'm too open for that (90).">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 50>><<link "Confidently put on the uniform right there.">><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-5.jpg">> I didn't need to be said twice by this arrogant woman what I could or could not do, as I knew that I would take that opportunity as it presented itself to me, excited to be showing myself off to all thesee women there, and show them what true confidence looked like. <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-6.jpg">> As I placed my clothes in the locker designated for me, I turned to look at all of them, and in particular <<light Angela>> who was stunned by my promiscuity. <<s Author>>After all, the uniform you want me to where barely hides anything, so why be shy now?<</s>> I said to my rival, <<s Author>>Naughty you, wanting to see more of me.<</s>> <<light Angela>> realized where her eyes were trailing, as she decided to look back up into my eyes. //A straight woman in a committed relationship should not be looking at her biggest rival like that.// I thought to myself as I smirked at her, feeling like I knew something that maybe she herself didn't know. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-7.jpg">> From yesterday's charged event in the bathrooms to today's naughty exposure, I knew things between us were evolving quite quickly, but I was confident in my ability to regain some control over it, wanting to show her just how much she underestimated me in the past. I smirked at her and any other wandering eyes in the room as I placed the new uniform on top of me, excited to be playing that game with a larger public. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-8.jpg">> Excited to be heading out in this sultry uniform and turn a few eyes, knowing that it'd always have a positive effect on my reputation. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-9.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer First Session">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Confidently put on the uniform" "Not dominant enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Accept the uniform she's given me">><<replace "#choices">>The head cheerleader had spoken, maybe, but I could see the value behind her request, knowing that she'd unwittingly give me an advantage that she hadn't counted on. <<s Author>>That sounds like a fantastic idea.<</s>> I said as I went to grab it from her. <<s Angela>>Go ahead, try it on here.<</s>> She shot back as she handed over the uniform. //I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.// I looked into her eyes as I tried to discern her intentions behind the order, not quite knowing what this entitre confrontation would reveal or look like to the other ladies that were watching intently at what I'd do next... <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom lte -50>><<link "Do as she says - no, as she orders!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Angela" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-5.jpg">> I felt the wave of submissiveness guide my actions before I could even understand what I was doing. Stripping right there in front of the whole squad, I could see <<light Angela>> look at me appreciatively as I accepted her authority. There was a huge thrill to the act I was doing, exposing myself so openly in front of a roomfull of my peers, their eyes looking at me and enjoying what I revealed. <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-6.jpg">> Yet I only looked at one. The person who had given the order. I might havee been in a relationship, and that relationship might have had its own dynamics, but now, my submissive nature had pushed me to succumb to another. A rival, one that I'm supposed to stand up to at every turn, had ordered me to strip and wear something she'd chosen for me, and I had dutifully followed her orders. I felt a strange thrill course through me, a weird turn-on rise as I thought myself exposed like that in front of an even wider audience. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-7.jpg">> <<light Angela>> watched along as I exposed myself to everyone there, her eyes trailing my body in a way no straight woman in a committed relationship ever would. <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>Her smile and wink told me she indeed liked what she was seeing, our secret relationship one that would continue to offer us naughty moments like this.<</if>> I felt a huge thrill travel across my psyche as I exposed myself to her, feeling myself actively seducing her as she seemed to very softly, very subtly, lick her lips. For me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-8.jpg">> As I wore the new uniform, a slutty expression of the more modest one everyone else was wearing, I knew that to everyone there, I had done it for <<light Angela>>, and as such any stares I'd be getting outside would be hers to enjoy. I might have been the subject of desire, but she was the verb, the beneficiary of my own exposure. And that fact alone turned me on even more, my sex wet at the mere thought of it. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-9.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer First Session">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Do as she orders" "Not submissive enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Ignore her taunts and get some privacy.">><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-8.jpg">> I knew <<light Angela>> was trying to taunt me, put me at a disadvantage, and make me lose my footing. She had tried it last week and she was trying it again now, and I wouldn't fall for it. <<s Author>>That's fucking naughty!<</s>> I said to her, calling her out, <<s Author>>But I'd much rather have my privacy.<</s>> If I was going to expose myself in this naughty uniform, I'd do it on my own accord and under my own terms. <<light Angela>> might have wanted to trigger me with her choice, but she would have to try harder than that to get a reaction out of me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-choice1-9.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer First Session">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-funoutside1.jpg">> Alongside the squad, we started working out, rehearsing for the cheer routines that they all seemed to know and that I had to catch up on. <<light Angela>> was a good leader, I had to say, but it was also the soft aid of <<light Mya>> by her side that truly brought out a lot of good qualities from me. <<s Angela>>Come on, harder! No slacking off!<</s>> <<s Mya>>That's it, you've got this. Just a bit more.<</s>> The dynamics between the two of them truly was pushing the squad to its best, and I was enjoying the vibes that were surrounding us, happy to be a part of something so productive and honestly attractive. We were having fun while challenging ourselves, and that felt good. Additionally, on the sidelines of the space, <<light Yara>> and her track team were having a training of their own, as I looked at them in between routines. <<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-yarafun.mp4">> <<if $relationship is "yaraonly">>My girlfriend was really happy to be there, and the smiles she was giving me from time to time were truly reinvigorating. I was happy to have this moment somewhat shared with her, and was embracing these nice feelings related to it. At one point, she approached me with a suggestion: <<s Yara>>If you stay a bit longer after the squad, I might be able to join you in the shower.<</s>> My lover said, and my mind swimmed with the possibilities. <<s Angela>><<print $name>>! Stop being a desperate lesbian slut and join the girls in their jumping jacks damnit!<</s>> The head cheerleader seemed to have a hatred towards my happiness as she ordered me back in line. And I seriously considered my partner's loving proposal. <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>My dominant mistress was enjoying her time, a confident woman in a field full of accomplished women. I was in awe of her physique, not always capable of keeping my eyes away from her, enjoying her sexy body and dominant attitude. <<s Yara>>Her cheerleaders! Why don't you come cheer for our events too?<</s>> My confident partner asked the group I found myself in, and I decided to stroke her ego, excited about the potential of more fun later. <<s Author>>They're jealous of your awesomeness, Yara!<</s>> I called out. She got closer, facing off against <<light Angela>>. <<s Yara>>Is that so?<</s>> She asked her with a sly smile appearing on her face. <<s Angela>>Honestly, there's nothing exciting about running.<</s>> The head cheerleader said. <<light Yara>> gave her a bit more scrutiny. <<s Yara>>If there wasn't, how come I'm going to be prom queen?<</s>> She said to her. <<s Angela>>The only way you'd ever be able to do that is by winning your track competition, which you won't.<</s>> My partner scoffed at that statement. <<s Yara>>Will you cheer for us when we reach the finals?<</s>> She instead asked. <<s Angela>>We have to, it's not like we have a choice.<</s>> The head cheerleader reluctantly replied. <<s Yara>>It'll be beautiful when your whole squad cheers for me against your will.<</s>> My partner stated with confidence, and I felt myself fall for her even more at the way she was standing up to our common rival. Her eyes then turned towards me, as she gave me a wink. <<s Yara>>Stay after the trainings. We can shower together.<</s>> //I wouldn't have wanted anything else!// I thought, before I realized that I really needed to take control of my naughty mind. <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>As <<light Yara>> was looking along, I could see a hint of jealousy as she saw me have fun with my new friends. My submissive was not in charge of her emotions, looking along avidly as I enjoyed myself... Maybe a bit too much. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-funoutside3.jpg">> A bit more touchy feely than usual, I played around as my submissive saw me expose and seduce others right in front of her. She was jealous, and she couldn't hide it, and it was beautiful to see. My imagination, however, was still with the entirety of the squad, that group of sultry ladies with a lot to show; the whole situation putting me on beautiful edge. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-funoutside4.jpg">> //I really needed to take control of my naughty mind. A shower would do me good...// <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">>The dominant woman was enjoying her time, confident in a field full of accomplished women. Her physique was quite impressive, and I found that I was not always capable of keeping my eyes away from her, enjoying her sexy body and dominant attitude. <<s Yara>>Her cheerleaders! Why don't you come cheer for our events too?<</s>> She decided to ask the group I found myself in, and I decided to stroke her ego, excited about the potential of more fun later. <<s Author>>They're jealous of your awesomeness, Yara!<</s>> I called out. She got closer, facing off against <<light Angela>>. <<s Yara>>Is that so?<</s>> She asked her with a sly smile appearing on her face. <<s Angela>>Honestly, there's nothing exciting about running.<</s>> The head cheerleader said. <<light Yara>> gave her a bit more scrutiny. <<s Yara>>If there wasn't, how come I'm going to be prom queen?<</s>> She said to her. <<s Angela>>The only way you'd ever be able to do that is by winning your track competition, which you won't.<</s>> My friend scoffed at that statement. <<s Yara>>Will you cheer for us when we reach the finals?<</s>> She instead asked. <<s Angela>>We have to, it's not like we have a choice.<</s>> The head cheerleader reluctantly replied. <<s Yara>>It'll be beautiful when your whole squad cheers for me against your will.<</s>> My enthusiastic friend stated with confidence, and I felt myself somewhat attracted to the way she was standing up to our common rival. She might be a great ally in the fight against <<light Angela>>'s authority, though I did feel challenged by her clear confidence... <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">>The dominant woman was enjoying her time, confident in a field full of accomplished women. Her physique was quite impressive, and I found that I was not always capable of keeping my eyes away from her, enjoying her sexy body and dominant attitude. <<s Yara>>Her cheerleaders! Why don't you come cheer for our events too?<</s>> She decided to ask the group I found myself in, and I decided to stroke her ego, excited about the potential of more fun later. <<s Author>>They're jealous of your awesomeness, Yara!<</s>> I called out. She got closer, facing off against <<light Angela>>. <<s Yara>>Is that so?<</s>> She asked her with a sly smile appearing on her face. <<s Angela>>Honestly, there's nothing exciting about running.<</s>> The head cheerleader said. <<s Angela>>You just run in circles, and somehow people decide that it's something worthy of giving gold for.<</s>> <<light Yara>> gave her a bit more scrutiny, and I could see frustration appear on her face as <<light Angela>> made somewhat of a valid point. <<s Yara>>If there wasn't, how come I'm going to be prom queen?<</s>> She said to her, willing to change the subject instead. <<s Angela>>Darling, they just wanted to create more competition, no one cares for you! The only way you'd ever be able to do that is by winning your track competition, which let's be honest, you won't.<</s>> My friend's frustration seemed to grow even more, as I saw her struggle to find a way to manipulate the conversation. Her confident demeanor was starting to show tracks. <<s Yara>>You will have to cheer for us when we reach the finals.<</s>> She proclaimed. <<s Angela>>If. If you reach the finals.<</s>> The head cheerleader smartly replied. <<s Yara>>It'll be beautiful when your whole squad cheers for me against your will.<</s>> My enthusiastic friend tried to regain confidence, and I could see the external and internal tension in each of them as she stood up to our common rival. She might be a great ally in the fight against <<light Angela>>'s authority, the two of them fighting offering me a chance to swoop in and claim the victory for myself... <<else>><<light Yara>> was excitedly showing off her athleticism in all the right ways. I smiled at her, and received a smile back, as we acknowledged each other on the field.<</if>> <<link "Time to shower" "PSB Cheer First Session">><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 3>><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-group1.jpg">> There was no shame with the public exposure of the squad, who were enjoying their nakedness without fear, and I was enjoying it with them. A bunch of boobs, and sexy bodies, all on beautiful display, and me, at least a bisexual, getting to enjoy them fully. But my mind kept going back to the confrontation with <<light Angela>> at the beginning of today's training, playing this encounter in my mind and imagining the intensity of the coming weeks as we continued to compete with one another. I needed to find an ally in the squad, or somewhere adjacent to it. It felt like the only real way to challenge her authority. My eyes travelled across the busty options at hand. Who did I think would be able to help me with my endeavors, with my quest to bring the head cheerleader down and improve my odds of winning this coveted prize?<<if $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" or $thoughts.has("Mya Relationship")>><br><<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-mya0.mp4">> As the question played in my mind, my eyes landed on <<light Mya>>, the attractive black woman, co-captain of the cheer team, and my partner, someone who i knew showed interest in arguing against <<light Angela>>'s authority. She seemed to be a very valuable ally, if I wanted to go that way.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem">><<link "Stay behind and wait for Yara">><<pickup $club "Cheer Yara Help" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> In my mind, I knew my loover was the best option in this fight, her personal motivations tied to the prom royalty helping her with the fight. And so I waited for her, and greeted her excitedly as she joined me while the water was washing over me. <<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-tastypussy.mp4">> Our lovemaking, wet, seductive, horny, under the showerheads of the wide room, was interjected with promises of bringing our rival down, enjoying each other fully and without any hesitation. Loving each other, the thought of bringing the arrogant woman down from her fake pedestral, and dominating her together bringing a huge pleasure coursing through me. An alliance built on love and understanding between us. And mind-numbing orgasms. <<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-showerduo2.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay behind and wait for Yara" "We're not in a relationship, she didn't even hint at it.">><</if>> <<if $springbreak.has("Anna Voyeur")>><<link "Approach Anna for help">><<pickup $club "Cheer Anna Help" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-lesboseduction1.jpg">> A woman who had helped me join the squad, <<light Anna>>'s eyes kept looking at me under the shower heads. And the memory of our silent time together during spring break, unbeknownst to her, led my next actions. I approached the lady under the pouring water, allowing for the sound of the water to mask our conversation. <<s Author>>Did you like my show back at spring break?<</s>> I asked her slyly. <<light Anna>> looked like a dear caught in the headlights. <<s Anna>>I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-lesboseduction2.jpg">> I decided to cut her off. <<s Author>>I didn't mind it.<</s>> I simply said, <<s Author>>But we have a common enemy that I think we need to bring down.<</s>> She had offered help long ago, and now I was coming to her with the option to fulfill her promise. <<s Author>>Are you willing to help me?<</s>> I asked her, pushing my breasts out, looking to seduce her very subtly. She took the bait, her eyes landing on them. <<s Anna>>Anything to bring her down.<</s>> She said with a decent amount of conviction. I now had an ally, a woman eager to please me and that seemed to be somewhat into me. And I knew I could use that fact to my advantage, excited at what opportunity I'd be able to grasp to bring <<light Angela>> down. <<picmid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-lesboseduction3.jpg">> <<if $subdom gte 50>><<linkreplace "Finish her off">>Was it cheating? I wasn't taking pleasure from it, I was only offering it. And she was so desperate to receive it. As everyone else headed out of the room, I remained with her, grabbing her body and rubbing her off. <<s Author>>Will you be my good girl, my good slut, and help me bring Angela down?<</s>> I whispered in her ear. The moan she gave off was too strong for my taste, as I shushed her, her getting increasingly closer to orgasm. <<s Author>>I need an answer, slut.<</s>> I demanded of her, lovingly bringing her so close to her orgasm she could taste it. She desperately tried to maintain her voice as she felt herself get close. <<s Anna>>Yes, anything for you my queen!<</s>> The slut clammored. <<s Author>>Good girl. You may cum now.<</s>> It was like she was waiting for my permission, her orgasm coursing through her as soon as the words left my mouth. It felt so good, being in control like that. So right. <<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-showerduo2.mp4">><</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Finish her off" "She's already moving away - Not dominant enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Approach Anna for help" "We didn't connect enough for that to happen">><</if>> <<if $thoughts.has("Mya Relationship") or $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<link "Seek Mya to talk to her">><<pickup $club "Cheer Mya Help" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-mya1.jpg">> <<if $worship gt 0>>I approached the co-captain of the squad, her beautiful ebony body covered with the fantastic slivers of water coursing across her, imagining the kind of adventure she'd want to explore between us. In awe, I struggled to find my next words. She took initiative. <<s Mya>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked me confidently, in a sultry manner. I couldn't lie to the hot black woman. <<s Author>>Yes, M-Mya.<</s>> I hesitantly said, a part of me silently wanting to call her mistress. She smiled at me hesitation, before turning around, her sexy backside to me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-mya2.jpg">> <<s Mya>>Look, but don't touch.<</s>> She ordered. I complied, looking at the sexy goddess as she continued to wash her body. The shape of her buttocks, the curves of her sexy black body... I was in awe, and I was struggling to hide my emotions from her. <<s Author>>I.. I...<</s>> She was too hot to handle, and I was losing my mind. She whispered, her voice covered by the sound of the water rushing down. <<s Mya>>You know your place, white girl, and that's good.<</s>> She said to me. <<s Mya>>Have you finally found willingness to join me in bringing down Angela?<</s>> She could read me like an open book. I had advocated for racial equality, and now I was starting to realize that we needed more than equality, my body naturally turning subservient to her dominant one. I was too turned on, my head swimming, enjoying her sight too much. <<s Author>>I'm ready to serve.<</s>> I found myself saying to her. She turned back towards me, smiling. <<s Mya>>Good white girl.<</s>> She proclaimed. <<s Mya>>I'll call on you when I need you.<</s>> Just like that, she dismissed me, and my mind kept swimming with possibilities. I eagerly awaited the moment where that dominant ebony goddess would grace me with her coming request, knowing my place in this world all too well.<<else>>I approached the co-captain of the squad, her beautiful ebony body covered with the fantastic slivers of water coursing across her, imagining the kind of adventure I'd want to explore between us. I ate her up almost, as she finally realized my approach. <<s Mya>>I've been waiting for you.<</s>> I smiled at her, a beautiful seductress that was embracing the attention I was giving her. <<s Author>>You look good, Mya.<</s>> I said to my lover, knowing that the praise would go a long way in having her fall for me. <<s Mya>>You really think so?<</s>> The needy words were unusual for the ebony beauty, but I guess a part of her was not anticipating that kind of attention. Or maybe was craving it a bit too much. She turned around, shy, her sexy backside turned towards me. <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer2-mya2.jpg">> Inviting, needy, but not to be touched. Not today. I wanted her dependant, and that was the way to accomplish that. That was the way to get her hooked on the feeling only I would be able to offer. We were friends with benefit, but right now, I wanted to receive the benefit of it. Her obediance, and allegiance. <<s Author>>I'm not here for that.<</s>> I teased, <<s Author>>Not today.<</s>> <<light Mya>>, if she could any more, blushed, painting her cheeks with a fighting red against the black of her skin. She was hooked. <<s Mya>>I know, this is about taking down Angela.<</s>> She saw things the same now, <<s Mya>>We're on the same page.<</s>> I smiled, happy to see that my secret lover saw things the same way as me. <<s Mya>>We need to put you on top of the school, and me on top of the cheerleaders club.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>So long as you know who's leading.<</s>> I smiled at her. <<s Author>>You're such a good girl.<</s>> I turned to leave, already imagining how my words would have their effect on the ebony beauty. Already knowing that she wouldn't be able to finish her evening without afun grind to let go of the steam I hoped I built in her.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Seek Mya to talk to her" "We didn't connect enough for that to happen">><</if>> <<link "Move along with the rest of the girls">><<pickup $club "Cheer No Help" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer2-showersolo1.mp4">> I unfortunately couldn't see anyone there that would be able to help me argue against the head cheerleader's authority, all the individuals distant and unattainable, especially in a freakin shower. With frustration, I took my shower in silence, as I thought on how complicated things would continue to be in later stages. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Angela>><</pic>> <<s Angela>>And 5 and 6 and 7 and- Damnit girls you need to pick it up come on!<</s>> <<light Angela>> was not being kind with us, driving us to give our best performances for the coming competition. <<s Angela>>We need to prove our capacity to the whole school! We need to show our school spirit!<</s>> If this was any other game, it wouldn't have mattered to her. But this was <<light Matthew>>'s swim meet we were talking about, and that simply was not going to pass without a real cheer. Not with <<light Angela>>. <<s Angela>><<print $name>> pick up your legs! We need them high!<</s>> She was paying particular attention to me, obviously, as she continued her ruthless workout. <<s Angela>>Or are you too busy spreading them for your partners?<</s>> Her comment receive a couple of snickers. Whatever rumor was going around, I didn't have time for it. <<linkreplace "Move along">><<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer-watching1.mp4">> Later, in the showers, my aggressive partner would approach me as others roamed about. <<s Angela>>I do like it when you spread your legs for me.<</s>> She teased. This fire and ice game was becoming too much, but I needed to keep up with it. There was something enticing about the shift. Like a drug with the highs and a longing for that kindness with the lows. <<s Angela>>I'll be rewarding Matthew after the competition. You should join.<</s>> I wouldn't have missed it for the world. <<s Author>>Cool. I'm in.<</s>> I tried to seem non-chalante. <<s Angela>>I really do like you, <<print $name>>. I hope you know that.<</s>> I felt my heart skip a beat... Why did I care? <<s Author>>I like you too.<</s>> Was that a moment of sweetness following the heavy berating she offered me before? What was going on? <<elseif $club.has("Cheer Mya Help")>><<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer-watchingmya.mp4">> Later, as others took their leave and left us behind, <<light Mya>> addressed me. <<s Mya>>Hey my eyes are up here.<</s>> I couldn't deny that I truly appreciated her beauty, and that there was something highly enticing about her. <<s Author>>I'm sorry it's just that-<</s>> <<s Mya>>No need to explain yourself. You're a desperate slut for me and that's okay.<</s>> Her tease was well on point, but it still hurt me how obvious I was being. <<s Mya>>The time to bring Angela low will come, with Matthew losing.<</s>> The attractive ebony woman spoke. <<s Mya>>I'll see you in the showers following the meet. I'm in need of some... Love.<</s>> It wasn't a question or invitation, and we both knew it. I already looked forward to the naughty times she had planned for us in there, excited to be celebrating a school victory in the right way. <<elseif $club.has("Cheer Anna Help")>><<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-watching2.jpg">> Beautiful cheerleaders in the stadium eventually approached me, <<light Anna>> leading the charge. <<s Anna>>I've added to our numbers.<</s>> The seemingly innocent cheerleader announced, excitement palpable as she spoke. <<s Anna>>We can talk more tomorrow after the meet.<</s>> <<s Author>>Aren't we losing time?<</s>> I asked, worried. <<s Anna>>Strength in numbers, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She did have a point... <<elseif $club.has("Cheer Yara Help")>><<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer-watchingyara.mp4">> The athletic <<light Yara>> was a sight to behold when I walked out of the cheer trainings, a bouncy figure that was preparing for a competition of her own. We'd agreed to work together to bring <<light Angela>> low, and I was hoping that we'd get the time to discuss that, though it seemed like that was not going to happen today. <<elseif $subdom gte 50>><<vid "clubs/cheer/cheer-watching1.mp4">><<add "reputation" 1>> I wasn't going to lie down and take the insults that <<light Angela>> was throwing at me though, as I stood my ground firmly as I studied her. <<s Author>>Too bad for you, Angela, whose boyfriend is too concentrated on his competition to give you what you need. Jealous of my promiscuity much?<</s>> The snickers were louder this time around, my confidence only becoming more apparent when in a fit she'd made me run laps. Her control was showing cracks to everyone, and it was absolutely delectable to see that happen. <<else>><<less "reputation" 1>>I couldn't find an answer to her statements, finding peace in the fact that I was not good enough to retaliate. Not here at least. I had failed to gather any allies, and it was slowly starting to hurt me. Especially with the way <<light Angela>> continued to look at me, scheming without doubt.<</if>> <<if $springbreak.has("MyaSamuelEnd")>><<link "Move along" "PSB CS2 MyaSamuel">><</link>><<elseif $yaraavoid is true>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer Second Session">><</link>><</if>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<light Yara>> approached me before I was able to walk away from this entire thing, her phone in hand and worry apparent on her face, distracted and uncaring of my own recent findings. <<s Yara>>What do you think?<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-faith1.jpg">> On her phone was an attractive-looking woman dressed in red... workout gear? Though why she'd show me these pictures I couldn't tell. <<s Author>>She's attractive, I guess.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I... Not what I meant.<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-faith2.jpg">> <<light Yara>> still hesitated as she looked at the pictures. <<s Yara>>She is attractive.<</s>> She said in a whisper. <<s Author>>What's going on?<</s>> Her approach was odd. <<s Yara>>That's Faith.<</s>> She said, though that still didn't andwer the question. <<s Yara>>She's my main competition. Best in her category.<</s>> She explained. This woman could very well bring <<light Yara>> low, if she performed to perfection. <<s Author>>You're still better than her, aren't you?<</s>> <<pichalf "clubs/cheer/cheer-faith3.jpg">> That ass though... <<s Yara>>Stop looking at her you dumb lesbian.<</s>> The athlete had no qualms calling me out, truly emotional. With a scoff, she just decided to leave. //What was all that about?// That was the first time I've seen <<light Yara>> genuinely worried. But I had faith in her ability to make it- //Damnit. Even the word is now taken away from us. Faith.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</if>>

As I started walking out of the space, wanting to move on to the next thing I had in my day, I heard them. <<light Mya>> and <<light Samuel>>, I already knew it, were together, spending some naughty times in the locker room, thinking that everyone was already gone. Except I wasn't, and I knew what they were up to. And except I also knew how I felt about sneaking on people having sex... Maybe even learning from them. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was a tale as old as time for me. Knowing also that I could remove all guilt from myself from wanting to watch them... After all, if they wanted privacy they could find it at home. <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 100>><<link "Peek on them, why not?">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/myaevents/psb-myasam-cheer.mp4">> The naughty cheerleader sure know how to play with her partner, and sure knew how to blow him in a way that made him feel good. And I liked watching it, a naughty scene that I knew was probably wrong for me to peak on... But was maybe more wrong on their end to do it so publicly. So wrong of them to be so alluring while they did it... Can one really blame a girl like me? <<if $yaraavoid is true>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer Second Session">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Peek on them, why not?" "Because I'm not open enough (100)">><</if>> <<link "Better ignore it.">><<replace "#choices">>I preferred to keep myself out of it. To ignore the couple that was engaged in their own games and give myself the space that I needed. I decided to stay on my course, away from the naughty black couple, and onto my own thing. <<if $yaraavoid is true>><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "PSB Cheer Second Session">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div>

It was unusual the way <<light Angela>> approached me today, following the workout. There didn't seem to be any hidden agenda or plans to do anything untowards... There was a need to understand it seemed. <<s Angela>>Tell me about that Easter thing.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Are you actually interested?<</s>> I was slightly worried about what she might do. <<s Angela>>Look, with everything that had been happening, and the argument with Matthew over the poster, and the way people are talking about it... I guess I got curious.<</s>> She said, <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>><<s Angela>>And you're my partner, so I kind of have to support in some way.<</s>><<else>><<s Angela>>And you're the vice-president, so I came to the source.<</s>><</if>> We were rivals, we were never supposed to have a heartfelt conversation like that, were we? <<s Author>>What do you want to know?<</s>> I asked her then. <<s Angela>>One thing I'm not getting is the theme. I know it's eastery, but why that?<</s>> <<if $club.has("HRC Supervisor Priscilla")>><<s Author>>It's a feminist theme.<</s>> I tried to explain. <<s Angela>>But it's women that are rope bunnies, tied up for men to do whatever they want.<</s>> She said, <<s Angela>>That doesn't make sense.<</s>> <<s Author>>We're reclaiming the name, the sentiment, all of it. It's ours to wield.<</s>> I said back to her. <<s Angela>>That feels wrong though.<</s>> <<s Author>>I knew exactly what Matthew is like, Angela. And he was part of the club in the first place.<</s>> I said to her, well-intentioned. <<s Author>>This party is about reclaiming that control, but holding the ropes yourself. By choosing every step of the way.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I would like that... Though Matthew might have some different thoughts.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you going to let him lead this relationship much longer?<</s>> I asked her pointedly. There was a sense of understanding between us, no matter how small, at least for the moment.<<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Carter")>><<s Author>>The party is to celebrate interracial relationships, and to show that old couplings are outdated.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Sounds right down my alley, I'm in an interracial relationship.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>I... Technically yes.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Technically?<</s>> She asked, not understanding my point of view on the matter. <<s Angela>>I am, with Matthew.<</s>> <<s Author>>Not the best example of what I mean, but I can see why you would say that.<</s>> <<s Angela>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>You really don't know what snow bunnies are?<</s>> <<s Angela>>Sounds interesting, but no.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's women who like black men. Usually white women, hence why snow.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Why snow BUNNIES? Doesn't make sense.<</s>> <<s Author>>Bunnies have a lot of sex. Satisfying sex.<</s>> I explained to her. <<light Angela>> immediately blushed. <<s Angela>>Oh wow...<</s>><<else>><<s Author>>Eggs are trans people that are yet to discover that they are.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Cracking eggs is when someone helps them discover that.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I didn't know you were trans.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>I'm not. But I support them.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Besides, the party is a celebration of the entire community.<</s>> <<s Angela>>The alphabet mafia.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's one way to say it.<</s>> I laughed, <<s Author>>But it's an all-inclusive party for everyone. Whether gay or trans, or even bi.<</s>> The last point was to her benefit. I had a feeling. <<s Angela>>Oh... Sounds interesting.<</s>><</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "You're welcome to join us, if you want.">><<add "easteraudience" 5>><<add "Angela" 2>><<pickup $club "EP Angela Truce" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're welcome to join us to the party, if you want.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Author>>We can call a truce on the prom queen thing even.<</s>> She laughed at that. <<s Angela>>That... I'm tired of that game. Count me in.<</s>> I smiled. For once, there was some sort of understanding between the two of us. <<s Angela>>I think the party is a nice idea. But don't go about saying I ever said it. I'll deny it.<</s>> <<s Author>>You know you don't have to be so confrontational all the time, right?<</s>> I laughed. <<s Angela>>Where's the fun in that?<</s>> The tension that had risen between us seemed to be unbearable to her, as she stood in place. <<s Angela>>I'll see you at the party, <<if $club.has("HRC Supervisor Priscilla")>>Rope Bunny.<<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Carter")>>Snow Bunny.<<else>>Egg.<</if>><</s>> She said with too sweet a smile before walking away. This was the sweetest interaction I've ever had with that woman... I wonder what tomorrow will bring... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't think it's your kind of party, though.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't think it's your kind of party, though.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Angela>>Like hell it is!<</s>> She said with conviction. <<s Angela>>I'm in whether you like it or not.<</s>> There goes my chance for one night of comfort. <<s Angela>>I'm ready to call a truce for that night though, I'm sick of constantly getting the better of you.<</s>> She announced. I might have a chance for one night of comfort after all. <<s Angela>>Agreed?<</s>> I just had to agree. The party needed to succeed. <<s Author>>Agreed.<</s>> <<s Angela>>Good <<if $club.has("HRC Supervisor Priscilla")>>Rope Bunny.<<elseif $club.has("HRC Supervisor Carter")>>Snow Bunny.<<else>>Egg.<</if>><</s>> She teased before walking away. There goes my one chance at some sort of connection with her, I guess. It was good while it lasted. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/track.jpg" "Track Meet">> <<if visited() is 1>><<goto "TM First Meet">> <<elseif visited() is 7>><<goto "TM Incident">> <<elseif $club.has("TM Incident")>><<goto "Cheer Transition">> <<else>><div id='trackmeet'>I arrive at the track meet. I wonder what kind of event I'm going to encounter this time... <<if $subdom lte -10 and $friendsevents.count("Sub10") is 0>><<link "A submissive tension" "TM Sub 1">><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Sub10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Dom10") is 0>><<link "A dominant tension" "TM Dom 1">><<add "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Dom10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte -20 and visited("TM Subdom 2") is 0 or $subdom gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("subdom20") is 0>><<link "An interesting injury" "TM Subdom 2">><<pickup $friendsevents "subdom20" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte -20 and $subdom lt 0>><<dark "Locked Event" "Get even more submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>">><<elseif $subdom lte 20 and $subdom gt 0>><<dark "Locked Event" "Get even more dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>">><<else>><<dark "Submissive/Dominant Scenes" "Already seen these">><</if>> | <<if $athletics gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("athletics25") is 0>><<link "Athletic Tension" "TM Athlete">><<pickup $friendsevents "athletics25" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><</link>><<elseif $athletics lte 25>><<dark "Locked Option" "Become more athletic<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>">><<else>><<dark "Athletic Achievement" "Already seen this">><</if>> | <<if $bbcworld gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("BBC15") is 0>><<link "A naughty observer" "TM BBC">><<pickup $friendsevents "BBC15" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld lte -15 and $club.count("Yt15") is 0>><<link "A tense situation" "TM Yt">><<pickup $club "Yt15" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld lt 20 or $bbcworld gt 20>><<dark "Locked Option" "The world needs to be more defined - BBC/Yt World above 20">><<else>><<dark "Racial Tension" "Already seen this">><</if>> | <<if $bisex gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("bisex10") is 0>><<link "A bisexual urge" "TM Bi">><<pickup $friendsevents "bisex10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $bisex lt 10>><<dark "Locked Option" "Be more queer<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>">><<else>><<dark "A bisexual urge" "Already seen this">><</if>> | <<if $Mya gte 40 and $myaevent is 3>><<link "Mya demands attention" "Mya Event 40">><<add "myaevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Mya lt 40>><<dark "Locked Option" "Get closer to Mya (40)">><<else>><<dark "Mya demands attention" "Already seen this">><</if>> <<link "A random workout">><<add "athletics" 2>><<replace "#trackmeet">><<picmid "clubs/tm/team-asses.jpg">> Feeling like I might be losing my time this workout session, I am still relieved with the realization that at the very least I am putting myself out there and allowing myself to be seen, especially by the cheer squad right on the other side of the field. //Something to look up to I guess...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<light Yara>> was excited to have me join her track meets. Even if I wasn't going to be part of the team, she was still eager to have me join them, an opportunity to keep in the periphery of the cheerleaders. All part of the plan, right? <<s Yara>>Are you ready to sweat and cry?<</s>> She asked excitedly, as if it was a good thing. I wasn't. <<s Author>>Yay!<</s>>I said sarcastically, not quite eager for the pain that awaited. <<s Yara>>Well first we stretch while waiting for coach.<</s>> She announced, moving to the grass and starting her stretching routine. I joined her, trying my best to copy her movements. She smiled as she went through the motions, and I tried joining her in them. It was difficult. <<pichead "events/yaraevents/track1-stretching.jpg" "Stretching with Yara">> <<s Yara>>Come on, you've got this. Flexible legs means a bigger range of motion.<</s>> My friend was supportive, but it was obvious that I lacked a bit compared to the other athletes there. That didn't faze my friend. <<s professor>>Let's go, girls. Laps.<</s>> Blowing the whistle, I barely caught a glance of the coach before we started moving, jogging across the field. The next hour and few were painful. I joined in their drills, and pushed myself to the limits of my physical capabilities. I didn't even receive one look from the cheerleading squad, who was hard at work on their own thing, my eyes drifting towards them from time to time to see if there was any notice. //Guess that was meaningless...// As I left the session, second-guessing my choices, I overheard one of the cheerleaders who had approached <<light Yara>>: <<s Ellis>>Who's the new girl?<</s>> <<s Yara>>A friend. <<print $name>>. She's awesome.<</s>> There was pride in her voice. I stood a bit more straight as I made my way towards the changing room. //There could be a chance after all...// <<link "Move along" "Mya Meet">><<add "athletics" 2>><</link>>

Today's workout was an interesting one, as I was kind of sidelined, mostly watching my teammates train and push their limits in preparation for an upcoming competition. I was moral and physical support as I helped set up the cones across the field for their drills, helping them with their reaction time and overall physical prowess. <<s Yara>>Hey, how are you doing today?<</s>> We had taken a break, seated on the bleachers as her friends had a specialized drill. <<s Author>>It's fine. Not my space to really complain, I did come in late and am nowhere near as great or athletic as you girls!<</s>> I announced, truly impressed with their potential. <<s Yara>>Don't sell yourself short. There is no I in Team.<</s>> She started, then clarified: <<s Yara>>Of course, a lot of our competitions are individual, in which case it's only an I... But then again, no one would be able to beat me so it's fine.<</s>> I smiled at her fake arrogance. <<s Yara>>Speaking of me being the best... Can you help me with my shoelaces?<</s>> Unceremoniously, she placed her foot on my lap, showing me her untied shoelaces. I looked at her, and she looked back at me expectantly, challenging me to deny her request. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Do as she asks">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/yara-shoes.jpg">>I don't know what flowed through me. I don't know why I leaned into that beautiful feeling. All I know is that I found myself reaching for these laces and getting to work on them. One on top of the other, then underneath... I dutifully did my job. After all, I was there to help today, and <<light Yara>> had requested my help like that. And I offered it as requested. She deserved it. I looked at her as I finished my job, and she voicelessly placed her other leg on my lap, now sitting sideways on her seat. She looked at me as I got to work on the next foot, eager to please... It felt good to serve. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Enjoy the feeling while tying these laces">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/yara-shoes.jpg">>I was there to help them achieve their best. And I was there to serve. And if service meant I'd be tying these shoes. These athletic legs that awaited my help... I would do it. And I would do it right. And she'd like me for it. And I'd allow my hand to drift across her leg as I worked on her laces. I'd linger a bit longer, allowing myself this naughty touch between the ends of her socks and the revealed area of her skin... And I'd think of what it would feel like to drift higher, to allow my hands to roam further up her toned thighs... <<s Yara>>Thanks.<</s>> She jumped down from the bleachers to rejoin the workout, leaving me behind in my dreamful state. And I shook myself awake from this beautiful fantasy... //Maybe fantasy can become reality?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Only if you do mine">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at her action, and matched it with my own leg resting on her lap. <<s Author>>Only if you do mine.<</s>> She smiled back at me, understanding how I saw this particular dynamic, and nodded. <<s Yara>>No I in team.<</s>> She got to work on my own laces, undoing them then tying them again, as I helped her with hers. <<s professor>>Ladies! Having a fancy tea break? Let's go, to work!<</s>> Coach called for us, and we were back to work! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Despite being a newcomer to the team, I still found that I had my place in their ranks, pushing myself to do my best and challenging my own abilities every chance I got. After all, I have joined this team to show off, and be present. And I'd do just that. That eager athleticism was something I was leaning into, stretching out in between runs. <<s Yara>>Look at you go! You're really pushing yourself, aren't you?<</s>> My friend commented, smiling. <<s Author>>If I'm to be part of the team, I have to act like it. Give it my all.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I like that spirit!<</s>> She smiled, moving closer. <<s Yara>>Don't forget who the queen bee is, though!<</s>> She teased, smiling. Interesting! My friend felt her position in this was challenged. What a beautiful twist! <<s Author>>Someone's afraid for their spot!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh come on, you know there is no challenging me!<</s>> <<s Author>>Except for the suicides!<</s>> I teased her, knowing it was her weakness point. The glare she gave me told me everything I needed to know. A trigger was struck. <div id='choices'><<link "Divert the subject. Let her tie my shoelaces as a compromise">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Okay okay, I'll let it go!<</s>> I laughed, joined by her awkward laughs. <<s Author>>If you do my shoelaces.<</s>> She looked at me, trying to see if I was bluffing or not. And my straight face informed her I wasn't. She chuckled... And decided to go for it, kneeling in front of me to do my shoelaces. <<picmid "clubs/tm/yara-shoes.jpg">> <<s Author>>Not too tight!<</s>> I said to her, and she nodded in compliance. //<<light Yara>> looks good on her knees...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Keep teasing her verbally">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Yara" 3>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Poor Yara! Fast to run away from her problems, not athletic enough for a quick turn!<</s>> I continued teasing her. It seemed to have an effect on my friend, whose furrowed brow showed frustration at my statement. <<s Author>>Oh don't be such a cry baby, and run better.<</s>> I laughed as I walked away, poking my tongue out at her. If she can't take it as well as she dishes it, what's the point of trash-talking? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it go. She's my friend after all...">><<add "Yara" 5>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at her sweetly, showing that there were no hard feelings. <<s Author>>Hey Yara you know I'm joking, right?<</s>> I asked her, giving her half a hug. She relaxed and smiled. <<s Yara>>But you're right. I still need work.<</s>> <<s Author>>We all do, Yara. No one's perfect!<</s>> I said to her, comforting her with my hand on her shoulder. <<s professor>>Ladies! Having a fancy tea break? Let's go, to work!<</s>> Coach called for us, and we were back to work, the sweet moment quickly behind us. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

She fell right in front of me. Poor girl was running, and next thing you know, she was on the ground grabbing her knee in pain. I rushed to her aid, making sure no one ran her over. <<s Author>>Are you okay?<</s>> Her knee was scraped, but thankfully wasn't bleeding just yet. It was slowly gaining a redder color. <<s Ellis>>I'm fine. I guess.<</s>> She stayed there, seated with her knee in my hands. <<picmid "clubs/tm/leginjury.jpg">> <<light Yara>> had gotten close to us. <<s Yara>>All okay?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Might need to see the nurse.<</s>> The teammate was understandably worried. <<s Yara>><<print $name>>. Kiss the booboo. It should help.<</s>> <<s Author>>Booboo?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Booboo, doodoo, what does it matter?<</s>> I turned towards my friend, weirded out by her suggestion. <<s Yara>>Do it.<</s>> A kiss wouldn't solve a real injury. <<if $subdom lte -20>>It felt like this was a test of some sorts, although I had no idea what it was for exactly... It wouldn't hurt to kiss some skin, right?<<else>>My friend was crazy to actually think I'd fall for this.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Kiss the boo boo">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/legkiss.jpg">>But I heard her request. Or was it a command? It didn't matter, I followed her guidance and lowered my lips towards the injured knee, giving it a soft kiss as I looked up the leg of the seated girl. She looked down at me, incredulous that I'd do that. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> <<light Yara>> mockingly praised me, yet I found myself blushing at the compliment. This girl had an effect on me, but I wasn't sure how intense it really was. All I could feel is an intense heat shifting in my belly at this newest development, at this new dynamic. <<s Author>>How does it feel?<</s>> I asked the girl as I looked back at her. <<s Ellis>>Maybe another kiss would make it better?<</s>> She asked me softly. I followed her request, lowered my mouth once more and allowed my lips to purse against the injured area. I didn't look at her this time, casting my eyes downwards. //Why does this feel so... good?// Butterflies tingled once more. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kiss the boo boo" "I'm too dominant for that.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Ignore her, let's take the girl to the nurse.">><<less "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "yarasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Worried for my teammate and not quite willing to continue with this useless charade, I decided to hook my arm against her backside and string her alongside me as I took her to the nurse to be checked up on. <<light Yara>> shrugged as she moved away, frustrated at this newest development. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Why doesn't she do this herself?">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked back at my friend, challenge in mind. <<s Author>>Why don't you do it? My lips are chapped.<</s>> I looked at her defiantly. She laughed for a bit, nervously looking at me, and not expecting that I'd stand up to her like that. Then, she looked at the injured girl, and went down, shifting her attention towards her entirely. <<picmid "clubs/tm/legkiss.jpg">> Her lips lowered as they found their destination against her grazed knee, all the while maintaining eye contact with the girl. I could see the breath catch in her throat as that happened. <<s Yara>>How does that feel?<</s>> She asked softly. <<s Ellis>>Better.<</s>> The girl stared back in her eyes as <<light Yara>>'s smirk appeared once more. She went back down for another kiss... <<s Yara>>And now?<</s>> The girl nodded. //Was she hitting on her in front of me like this?// I made that happen. I might be dominant, but <<light Yara>> was a natural. I looked as <<light Yara>> planted kiss after soft kiss on the girl's leg, this other person warming up to her more and more. <<s Yara>>Let's take you to the nurse, shall we?<</s>> Hooking her hand against the back of the other person, <<light Yara>> took her away, leaving me behind without a second thought. //At least... At least I showed <<light Yara>> that she can't mess with me, right?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Why doesn't she do this herself?" "Too submissive for that">><</if>></div>

<div id='continue'><<picmid "clubs/tm/athletic.jpg">>I found myself being more active during today's workout. Rather than stay back and struggle to keep up, I kept a good pace during our endurance training for the session. Breathing correctly, doing everything right in the way I took my steps, I stayed on the same - albeit slower than other - pace throughout the whole workout. <<s Yara>>You're doing really well! A couple weeks ago you couldn't keep up!<</s>> My friend commented as she jogged alongside me, slowing for a bit. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I barely talked, preferring to concentrate on my own pace and preserving my energy. <<s Yara>>Keep it up!<</s>> She got ahead, leaving me to my chill running. As the session neared its end, I still had a minute to go, and I was keen on seeing it through. <<s professor>>A challenge, <<print $name>>. One last minute, one last lap!<</s>> Coach shouted out to me as I passed them on the finish line. While a part of me was not entirely retinent on taking on that challenge, one look to the side of the track made me realize that the cheer team had finished their training and some were looking in my direction. Mainly my potential rival, <<light Angela>>. And I had to show her off. <<link "Let's take the challenge on!">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "clubs/tm/athletics-run.jpg">>I ran. I pushed myself and ran that last lap, turning around the cheer-leading squad who looked at me sprinting as I made my way across the track and around... It was challenging. It was a lot of effort. But it was something that I needed to accomplish, especially now that I had eyes on me. Eyes I needed to impress. One step after the other, I could feel the heavy burn spreading through my legs, my muscles aching for release, my soles screaming with pain on every strong impact as I pushed all my limits to make that last lap worth it. And I kept running and running, seeing the coach holding their stopwatch and timing me, seeing the clock tick out in my head as I pushed myself further than I ever did. I surpassed <<light Yara>> as I got closer to the finish line, and barely registered that fact, wanting to see this through. Step. Step. Step. And through, in front of the coach, who mere moments later, called out <<s professor>>Time<</s>> I fell to the grass in exhausted stupor as I made it work for me, barely registering the accolade of teammates and cheerleaders alike. Clamoring for me, I felt myself being congratulated by an excited <<light Yara>>. She looked too comfortable, smiling down at me, as I tried to catch my breath. I smiled back, barely. My face was red. This was a success, I'd say. As I turned to look to my side, to where the cheerleaders were gathered, I could swear I saw a look of recognition in <<light Angela>>'s eyes. //Though whether or not that recognition was something positive or negative remained to be seen.// <<link "Move along" "School">><<add "reputation" 3>><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics25" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<s Yara>>He's back.<</s>> Today's rehearsal was a chill one. With coach's absence, it was the girls that had taken over the training, trying to follow the directions that coach had left them... It's not like they were any good at doing that, but regardless. <<s Jasmin>>Why does this creep always come whenever coach isn't around?<</s>> I looked at the direction most girls were looking at, and saw an adult black man looking in our direction, shady looking in his white pants as he stood close to the barricade that stretched around the field. <<s Yara>>I think we have to say something to him, don't you?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Better not.<</s>> There was a tension in the air, but even more so, there was a handsome-looking stranger looking at us, and yet it unnerved the girls. //Was it because he's black?// <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>As we finished our training and headed to our lockers, we moved close to the guy, passing by him. His eyes ere glued to us. <<light Yara>> stifled a gasp as she got closer to him, looking in his direction. Something must've caused such a reaction. <<pichalf "clubs/tm/dude-bulge.jpg">> It wasn't hard to discern what that thing was, itself being hard. His cock stretched the front of his white pants as he stood there, to attention, looking at all of us in our tight athletic clothing, unabashedly enjoying the way we looked. We made it through unscathed. <<light Yara>> was flustered. <<s Yara>>What a brute! How dare he?<</s>> I knew what she meant, I knew what she had seen. It was up to me to comment on it or let it slide. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>It's only natural, BBCs are big.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What, first time someone pops a boner looking at you?<</s>> I comment jokingly, not wanting to go on the offensive just yet. <<s Yara>>First time someone is so fucking dirty about it, that's for sure!<</s>> <<s Author>>He did keep it in his pants.<</s>> <<s Yara>>As if that mattered, he left nothing to the imagination!<</s>> She snapped. <<s Author>>Is it his fault his cock is big?<</s>> I intended to use the naughty word. It wasn't a penis, a dick or anything small and kind like that. It was a man's cock, and I had to talk about it as such. She had to hear these words. <<s Yara>>It's his duty to...<</s>> <<s Author>>Keep it in his pants, and not harass. He respected all those. He just so happens to have a big cock, it's not really his fault..<</s>> I spoke simply and clearly. My words hung in the air, as <<light Yara>> remained thoughtful for the rest of the time. I could see the gears turning, blackening. It felt nice. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Let it go">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to comment on the subject, and preferring that my friend reaches her own conclusions, I remained silent as another joined her in annoyance about what happened. Poor girls don't understand that their cocks are just that big... Not that it matters, does it? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Men are annoying">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "yarabbc" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Seriously, men are so disgusting.<</s>> I agreed with my friend, as she nodded, happy with my agreement. <<s Yara>>They own that penis and like painting it everywhere, showing it everywhere! It's an obsession, really!<</s>> She was vocal about her anger on the subject. I joined. <<s Author>>And the way they smell. Horrible! Haven't you heard of deodorant, showers?<</s>> The rest of our time was spent on an endless tirade about men and their stupid actions, bonding over common anger at their complete ignorance. I laughed alongside my newfound friends, happy to be part of the team. <<light Yara>> was especially glad of the topic and how I joined in... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Mya>><</pic>> Unlike what I was used to, today the football team was also working out on the field, making it a pretty cramped space in which us track ladies, the cheer team, and their group of brutes were all working together. I wouldn't say I was all that sad about it, as there was quite a few attractive bodies here and there that were enjoying that time in the sun, all dressed up in their unflatering clothing which only added to their mystique. <<s stranger>>Looking good, ladies! How about you give us a cheer?<</s>> The footballers were quite forward in their approach, and <<light Angela>>, <<light Mya>>, and their squad were not as happy to be getting that new attention. <<s Mya>>You're pale as a virgin dick, loser. Go eat a bag of dicks.<</s>> The black cheerleader didn't mind calling the guy out. <<s stranger>>What did you say, you black slut?<</s>> The man didn't like being put in his place in front of his peers, and was quick to make an aggressive gesture towards the woman who called him out. <<light Yara>> quickly jumped to her aid as she moved back, while I also interjected in what was happening. <<s Jerome>>Yo Riley chill dude!<</s>> <<light Jerome>> called out to his friend, his hand on that guy's shoulder. <<s stranger>>I am chill. No one talks to me that way.<</s>> The situation was still tense. <div id='choices'><<link "Whisper to her to apologize to him">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You crossed a line, Mya. Apologize to him and let this pass.<</s>> I whispered in my friend's ear, hoping that this entire thing would blow over. With men like that, powerful men who were high status, the best thing to do was clear. <<s Mya>>Look Riley, I'm sorry. This was too much.<</s>> He was still breathing heavy, but there was a sense of empowerment to him now that guided his actions. <<s stranger>>Good thing you know your place.<</s>> He said. A part of me couldn't help but feel there was some sort of racial undertone to all of this, but then again it was only clear that there would be. He was the alpha make here, and she had gotten out of line. The tension of the moment would remain for a while still, and the effect of the confrontation was sure to have an effect on <<light Mya>>. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it pass, point out where she went wrong">><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Let it go.<</s>> I said to <<light Mya>> as I took her aside, while his teammates were moving him away as well. In our corner, I was finally capable of speaking my piece to the cheerleader. <<s Author>>I think you may have crossed a line, talking about physical attributes like that.<</s>> <<s Mya>>He called me a black slut.<</s>> She pointed out, emotional. <<s Author>>You kind of started it, calling him pale.<</s>> <<s Mya>>What, is that wrong?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll let you answer that to yourself, Mya. But seriously, you didn't need to push this thing like that, it's meaningless.<</s>> My honesty seemed to give her some room for thought, though I didn't know what impact that would have on her, or the people witnessing the confrontation. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stand with her">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Riley you're really such a butthurt person, aren't you?<</s>> I called out the man. <<s stranger>>What did you say?<</s>> He was just as furious as before. <<s Author>>Fucking grow up. No one owes you anything just because you're the fucking star athlete.<</s>> I said to him. He tried moving closer, <<light Yara>> was right in front of him. <<s Yara>>That's not the way to show you're the best, dude.<</s>> She said to him then, taking our side. <<s Yara>>Let it fucking go.<</s>> The tension in the air could be cut through with a butter knife, and I wish I ahd one in that moment to at least feel safer. <<s stranger>>Fuck you, you lesbo slut.<</s>> He said to my athletic friend, <<s stranger>>And fuck you, you racist bitch.<</s>> His attention turned towards <<light Mya>>, who just looked at him, wide eyed. <<s professor>>Aight, Riley. Suspension.<</s>> The coach came in then, putting an end to this entire thing. I knew there was some clear issues to the guy, but to call her racist over such comments... Something felt really off in this entire thing. This was not the world I was helping build, though it did feel like I may have in part led to such a situation. This entire thing felt really weird... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Training for the day complete, I joined my teammates to the lockers and showers, ready to call it a day on the workout and eager to move on. <<picmid "clubs/tm/nude-team.jpg">> I don't know why, my eyes wandered. I've had these little thoughts recently, and now, I just... Couldn't quite control them. My eyes wandered, drifting across their athletic bodies as they started removing their clothes to go into the showers. Their firm breasts, their supple skin, their muscular thighs and shapely behinds... I kept looking, unable to control these wandering eyes. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> are you going to shower here or at home?<</s>> My friend asked genuinely, not quite understanding all the stray thoughts swirling in my head. I looked at her. I was lost. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I'm showering here">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower2.jpg">>I had to see this through. I had to join them, be one with them, see what they're like in there, fill the memory bank... I felt perverted, but I decided to join. And I removed my clothes alongside them, shedding my sweaty garments in exchange for a towel, heading for the showers myself. My body amongst all of their toned ones, I enjoyed where my eyes wandered, as I kept glancing left and right, looking at all of them, looking at <<light Yara>>'s toned body. She was divine. And I ate it all up. What was wrong with me? What's so special about her? //Everything.// She looked at me. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Divert my attention">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I diverted my attention from her, acting as if something got in my eye. <<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower.jpg">> <<s Author>>Ouch.<</s>> I turned my back to her as I hunched forward, hiding myself from her, hoping I was convincing enough. Her soft hand laid bare on my back, as she had approached me. <<s Yara>>Are you okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, yes, soap in my eye.<</s>> I lied, hoping she'd buy it. <<s Yara>>You usually should keep them closed when you have shampoo on your head.<</s>> I didn't have shampoo on my head. <<s Author>>You're right. Sorry.<</s>> She got a bit closer, I could feel the water hitting her before coming on me. <<s Yara>>Don't be.<</s>> She half-whispered, her voice only heard by me. She turned and left me there, still reeling with the encounter and the revelations that made themselves apparent to me. The warm water kept falling onto me, grazing against my swollen nipples. //What's wrong with me?// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Smirk at her">><<add "yarasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I smiled at her, a smile that let her know I was enjoying my time there. And a smile that she reciprocated, although a bit more demurely than her usual self. <<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower.jpg">> I got closer to her. <<s Yara>>How do you like it here?<</s>> She said, her voice low, only heard by me. I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a bit naughty. <<s Author>>Steamy.<</s>> I said, licking my lip at her. <<s Yara>>You have no idea.<</s>> She all but whispered in my ear, before turning away. As she turned to leave, I took the opportunity to give her a quick spank on her rear. <<s Yara>>Hey!<</s>> She turned quickly. <<s Author>>Watch out, wouldn't want you to slip!<</s>> I teased her. She could only blush before moving away. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>I'm... I... Leave.">><<add "arousal" 100>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... Home... Study... Shower.<</s>> I picked up all my stuff, feeling a heavy heat rise through me as I left the lockers and rushed back home, not willing to face the repercussions of my latest lazy eye. <<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower.jpg">> And once I got home, I had no control. I needed to find release. I rushed to my bed, removing my clothes on the way as I took off article after article of clothing, falling down on top of it as I immediately attacked my nipples and clit, searching for a quick release. Their bodies, their toned athletic bodies, still swirled in my head. I held onto that recent memory as I played with myself, and found myself fast approaching orgasm. <<picmid "workout/girl-orgasm-cum.jpg">> <<light Yara>>'s athletic figure looked at me in my mind's eye, and I moaned at this image. <<s Yara>>Are you joining us, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I came, moaning loudly at the distorted memory, wishing that she'd invite me in the shower with her one day, unable to quench that thirst that rose through me. //That felt so good!// <<link "Move along" "Management">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<pichead "clubs/tm/cheer-pyramid.jpg" "The Cheer Pyramid">><<pickup $club "TM Incident" 1>> The coach missing today's session as well, we decided to take things a bit simpler this time around, challenging each other for quick races, some of which I weirdly can keep up with. It's all good vibes as close nearby, we can see and hear the cheerleaders work on their own cheer routines, enjoying the weirdly good weather like we were. At one point in their drill, they started working on a huge pyramid that used all of them in the execution. It was a grandiose undertaking, and the girls and I chose to halt our activity and watch as they challenged themselves, reaching high on the green grass as they kept piling on top of each other. I saw it happening in slow motion, I saw the person's knee buckle, their balance shift. And I saw without being able to do anything about it as they plummeted to the ground below, their friends trying to catch onto them as they lost their grasp over the leg they held. Crash! The cheerleader found herself screaming on the ground as her friends scurried to dismantle the pyramid, trying to aid her. Very quickly, they had her surrounded, obstructing her from view. <<picmid "clubs/tm/cheer-injury.jpg">> A few shockingly moved away, a few others approached, and we all held our breath hoping that there wasn't any serious injury. <<s stranger>>She broke her leg.<</s>> A voice came out a bit higher than the rest. <<s Angela>>Somebody call an ambulance, somebody do something.<</s>> Clamoring, calls for help... It was chaos. Their coach quickly took control of the whole situation, ushering them away as he tasked a few to get help, and another to call an ambulance. It was a scary thing, that was for sure, and all we could do was watch from a distance. <<s Yara>>Poor girl.<</s>> There was nothing else we could say or do. //Happy to see a person injured just because you want to see the MC become a cheerleader? This girl was going to be voted best cheerleader of 2024. Look at her now, crippled. Poor girl indeed. All jokes aside, no persons were harmed in the writing of this chapter.// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/park.jpg" "A run in the park">> <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly" and $yaracharacter is "Full Domme" or $relationship is "yaraonly" and $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">>It felt different to be jogging alongside <<light Yara>>, now that we were well and truly engaged in this relationship of ours. Gone were the false attitudes, we were now truly on the same page regarding where our relationship stood. And although we were jogging alongside one another down the beautiful roads of the park, we both knew who led. And lead she did, pushing me to jog faster while trying to keep up, enticing me playfully when she jogged ahead, or appreciating my own body and being vocal about it when I did. <<s Yara>>Can't believe I get to own that beautiful ass.<</s>> Her compliments were a joy to hear. Yes, they were reductive, but I didn't care. Not anymore, now that I knew my place in this entire relationship of ours. We were not like other couples, we were nowhere near them. There was a balance between us. A skewed balance where I needed to please her at every turn, but a balance nonetheless. And I enjoyed it greatly, realizing that even in the small gestures, I offered her priority in what we did. Tight stairs where I waited for her to choose who went first, water fountains where I waited for her to finish drinking before I ever could, shoes that somehow needed to be tied constantly... I was revelling in that submissive energy that I felt, embracing it entirely and accepting its control over me. HER control over me. We were both headed in a wonderful direction, and one that promised a lot of enticing moments to come. And she made sure I knew that when we spoke last before separating for the day. <<s Yara>>You better bring your A Game next time, babe.<</s>> She warned, <<s Yara>>I won't be taking it easy on you.<</s>> I didn't know what to expect of it, but I knew I needed to be in the right state of mind for it. I needed to prove to her I was athletic enough, come what may. <<if $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>>Though there was undeniably something else lurking in the shadows of our jog together. After spring break, I was keenly anticipating this moment. The moment where <<light Jamila>> would make her approach and start putting her moves on <<light Yara>> herself. Every since I saw the attention she gave her in the park all that time ago, ever since she claimed that she'd find a way to get to her, I watched. I silently encouraged. I waited, expectantly, as she moved in her shadows. And today, as we ran like we once did side by side, I anticipated her approach. Her presence. Despite my friend's character being as confident as she was, I was eager to see what this clash between the two of them would bring... And we were slowly approaching that spot in which she usually fed her pigeons. My mind reeled with the endless possibilities of what would happen, of being there when the two of them met. <<light Yara>> had seen our conversations. She had even contacted her, and tried to be sly about erasing whatever messages she typed to her. And she didn't know that I was well aware of it. <<linkreplace "Look who's there!">><<pic Jamila>><</pic>> <<s Jamila>>Well look who's here!<</s>> The attractive black woman said, greeting me once more. A jolt of energy surged through me, as I slowed down next to her. <<light Yara>> did the same. We stopped to an in-place jog in front of <<light Jamila>>. <<s Jamila>>Hello darling dear.<</s>> My fling said, her words having an instant effect on my psyche. <<s Author>>Hey Jamila.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>And who might we have here?<</s>> The charismatic woman turned her attention towards my domme. <<light Yara>> seemed like a fly caught in a spider's web. She tried to find her words. <<s Yara>>Hi... The name is Yara.<</s>> She said. <<light Jamila>> put her hand out, and for once, uncharacteristically for her, <<light Yara>> stopped her jogging to offer her hand. My domme friend hesitated in the presence of <<light Jamila>>, and I was bearing witness to it. <<s Jamila>>Yara... What a beautiful name.<</s>> The attractive black woman spoke, kissing her hand while maintaining eye contact. I was glad not to be the center of attention, because in that moment, I felt a jolt of naughty electricity course through me, witnessing the active seduction of my dominant friend. <<s Jamila>>You never told me just how beautiful your friends were, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My fling spoke once more, her eyes still challenging <<light Yara>>'s with their stare... And winning. The smile that <<light Jamila>> offered proved to me that there was knowledge of that fact even before then. After all, they had a conversation that I supposedly didn't know about. <<light Yara>> was trying - and failing - to maintain her composure with the new woman, a woman that seemed to be in charge from the get-go, something that the highschooler wasn't used to. My domme was starting to show cracks in her armor, and <<light Jamila>> was jabbing her finger at them. <<s Jamila>>You seem to have had quite the workout, girls. Watch your breathing!<</s>> The woman said, almost as if she was allowing us to breathe. A natural dominant showing her true colors, an exciting sight and feeling as I looked at <<light Yara>> react to it all. She was blushing, taken away by whatever fantasy she was playing in her head, and I watched as <<light Jamila>> placed her hand right on my friend's cheek. <<s Jamila>>Go ahead and finish your run. Maybe next time I'll have something prepared for the three of us to have a workout.<</s>> The charismatic woman said, smiling as she felt the dominant young woman weaken against her hand. My once courageous, steadfast, strong friend was anything but that as she lost herself in <<light Jamila>>'s eyes. Eyes that turned towards me, and offered me a sly wink before she gave a quick spank on <<light Yara>>'s behind, sending her off. Trying her best to stiffle the moan that fought to escape, this one was already on the way, not calling the elder woman out on her behavior. //How beautifully uncharacteristic.// I knew that was just the beginning of whatever was to come, and hoped it wouldn't take a whole week for me to see the attractive woman again. I simply smiled at her as I rushed to follow my partner, who seemed to be running away from her own reaction to the event, unwilling to give any comment about the whole encounter. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<set $randommessage to 5>><<add "yarasub" 1>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly" and $yaracharacter is "Romantic">>The balance between us was a welcome one. More than that, it felt right, beautiful. It had been so long that <<light Yara>> and I were playing this tug of war, and we had finally decided to put down these ropes we held and simply embrace one another without any power exchange or need for control. I truly loved my partner without any particular drawbacks, and I felt keen on welcoming her for who she was deep down. As we jogged down the path, the memory of last night came fresh in my mind. A truly soft moment that I all but welcomed wholeheartedly. Beautiful admissions were made, and now, alongside one another, we were reaping the sows of that relationship. Gone was the struggle, in came the peaceful acceptance of what is. Wholeheartedly. And yes, we were two sexy women jogging alongside one another, but that didn't mean that there was anything we were missing out on, or that we cared that anyone was looking at us. We were balanced, and that was all that mattered to me. I had <<light Yara>> as a partner, as a girlfriend. What else did I truly need? The excitement was there in and of itself! <<if $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>>Though there was undeniably something else lurking in the shadows of our jog together. After spring break, I was keenly anticipating this moment, not quite knowing how things would progress now that <<light Yara>> and I found our balance. The moment where <<light Jamila>> would make her approach and start putting her moves on <<light Yara>> herself, bringing a new element to the stability we had found for ourselves. Every since I saw the attention she gave her in the park all that time ago, ever since she claimed that she'd find a way to get to her, I watched. I silently encouraged. I waited, expectantly, as she moved in her shadows. And today, as we ran like we once did side by side, I anticipated her approach. Her presence. Despite my new partner's character being as confident as she was, albeit now more tame and centered, I was eager to see what this clash between the two of them would bring... And we were slowly approaching that spot in which she usually fed her pigeons. My mind reeled with the endless possibilities of what would happen, of being there when the two of them met. <<light Yara>> had seen our conversations. She had even contacted her, and tried to be sly about erasing whatever messages she typed to her. And she didn't know that I was well aware of it. <<linkreplace "Look who's there!">><<pic Jamila>><</pic>> <<s Jamila>>Well look who's here!<</s>> The attractive black woman said, greeting me once more. A jolt of energy surged through me, as I slowed down next to her. <<light Yara>> did the same. We stopped to an in-place jog in front of <<light Jamila>>. <<s Jamila>>Hello darling dear.<</s>> My fling said, her words having an instant effect on my psyche. <<s Author>>Hey Jamila.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>And who might we have here?<</s>> The charismatic woman turned her attention towards my friend. <<light Yara>> seemed like a fly caught in a spider's web. She tried to find her words. <<s Yara>>Hi... The name is Yara.<</s>> She said. <<light Jamila>> put her hand out, and for once, uncharacteristically for her, <<light Yara>> stopped her jogging to offer her hand. There was a naughty impotence to me as I watched the dominant woman seduce my romantic partner right in front of me. <<s Jamila>>Yara... What a beautiful name.<</s>> The attractive black woman spoke, kissing her hand while maintaining eye contact. I was glad not to be the center of attention, because in that moment, I felt a jolt of naughty electricity course through me, watching this active seduction. //Why wasn't I doing anything to stop it?// <<s Jamila>>You never told me just how beautiful your friends were, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My fling spoke once more, her eyes still challenging <<light Yara>>'s with their stare... And winning. The smile that <<light Jamila>> offered proved to me that there was knowledge of that fact even before then. After all, they had a conversation that I supposedly didn't know about. <<light Yara>> was trying - and failing - to maintain her composure with the new woman, a woman that seemed to be in charge from the get-go, something that the highschooler wasn't used to. And something she was welcoming even more in her now more accepting nature. <<s Jamila>>You seem to have had quite the workout, girls. Watch your breathing!<</s>> The woman said, almost as if she was allowing us to breathe. A natural dominant showing her true colors, an exciting sight and feeling as I looked at <<light Yara>> react to it all. She was blushing, taken away by whatever fantasy she was playing in her head, and I watched as <<light Jamila>> placed her hand right on my partner's cheek. <<s Jamila>>Go ahead and finish your run. Maybe next time I'll have something prepared for the three of us to have a workout.<</s>> The charismatic woman said, smiling as she felt <<light Yara>> weaken against her hand. My once courageous, steadfast, strong friend was anything but that as she lost herself in <<light Jamila>>'s eyes. Eyes that turned towards me, and offered me a sly wink before she gave a quick spank on <<light Yara>>'s behind, sending her off. Trying her best to stiffle the moan that fought to escape, this one was already on the way, not calling the elder woman out on her behavior. //How beautifully uncharacteristic.// I knew that was just the beginning of whatever was to come, and hoped it wouldn't take a whole week for me to see the attractive woman again. I simply smiled at her as I rushed to follow my friend, who seemed to be running away from her own reaction to the event, unwilling to give any comment about the whole encounter. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<set $randommessage to 5>><<add "yarasub" 1>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">>It felt different to be jogging alongside <<light Yara>>, now that we were well and truly engaged in this relationship of ours. Gone were the false attitudes, we were now truly on the same page regarding where our relationship stood. And although we were jogging alongside one another down the beautiful roads of the park, we both knew who led. While she might have been the athlete between us, I led the charge, pushing her to jog faster while trying to keep up, enticing her playfully when I jogged ahead, or appreciating her sexy body and muscular ass and being vocal about it when she did. <<s Author>>Can't believe I get to own that beautiful ass.<</s>> My compliments were a joy to make, as I saw her blush harder every time I made a comment about her seductive body. Yes, they were reductive, but I didn't care. Not anymore, now that I knew my place in this entire relationship of ours, and knew that they were having their right effect on her. We were not like other couples, we were nowhere near them. There was a balance between us. A skewed balance where she now needed to please me at every turn, but a balance nonetheless. And I enjoyed it greatly, realizing that even in the small gestures, she seeked to offer me priority in what we did. Tight stairs where she waited for her to choose who went first (and I'd send her first for a look at her tasty behind), water fountains where she waited for me to finish drinking before she rushed to drink ahead of our continued race, or shoes that somehow needed to be tied constantly... I was revelling in the dominant energy that I felt, embracing it entirely and accepting the control I felt. MY control over her. We were both headed in a wonderful direction, and one that promised a lot of enticing moments to come. And I made sure she knew that when we spoke last before separating for the day. <<s Author>>You better bring your A Game next time, babe.<</s>> I warned, <<s Author>>I won't be taking it easy on you.<</s>> I didn't know what my plan was for it, but I knew I needed her to be in the right state of mind for it. I needed her thinking of me and our next time together throughout the coming week, ahead of our next jog session together. <<if $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>>Though there was undeniably something else lurking in the shadows of our jog together. After spring break, I was keenly anticipating this moment, already seeing the signs of my sub's weakness, and excited for more elements that would prove it as well. The moment where <<light Jamila>> would make her approach and start putting her moves on <<light Yara>> herself. Every since I saw the attention she gave her in the park all that time ago, ever since she claimed that she'd find a way to get to her, I watched. I silently encouraged. I waited, expectantly, as she moved in her shadows. And today, as we ran like we once did side by side, I anticipated her approach. Her presence. Seeing my submissive partner's psyche accepting this new reality, I was additionally eager to see what this clash between the two of them would bring... And we were slowly approaching that spot in which she usually fed her pigeons. My mind reeled with the endless possibilities of what would happen, of being there when the two of them met. <<light Yara>> had seen our conversations. She had even contacted her, and tried to be sly about erasing whatever messages she typed to her. And she didn't know that I was well aware of it, the poor sub. <<linkreplace "Look who's there!">><<pic Jamila>><</pic>> <<s Jamila>>Well look who's here!<</s>> The attractive black woman said, greeting me once more. A jolt of energy surged through me, as I slowed down next to her. <<light Yara>> did the same, ever the dutiful follower. We stopped to an in-place jog in front of <<light Jamila>>. <<s Jamila>>Hello darling dear.<</s>> My fling said, her words having an instant effect on my psyche. But more than that, <<light Yara>> was watching impotently as she saw the charged conversation take place. <<s Author>>Hey Jamila.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>And who might we have here?<</s>> The charismatic woman turned her attention towards my friend. My submissive girl seemed like a fly caught in a spider's web. She tried to find her words, with challenge. <<s Yara>>Hi... The name is Yara.<</s>> She said. <<light Jamila>> put her hand out, and true to her new submissive disposition, <<light Yara>> stopped her jogging to offer her hand. <<s Jamila>>Yara... What a beautiful name.<</s>> The attractive black woman spoke, kissing her hand while maintaining eye contact. I was glad not to be the center of attention, because in that moment, I felt a jolt of naughty electricity course through me, witnessing the active seduction of my once innocently dominant partner. She might have held control in the past, but now she was well and truly lost at the powerful hands of the woman in front of her. And I watched. <<s Jamila>>You never told me just how beautiful your friends were, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My fling spoke once more, her eyes still challenging <<light Yara>>'s with their stare... And winning. The smile that <<light Jamila>> offered proved to me that there was knowledge of that fact even before then. After all, they had a conversation that I supposedly didn't know about. <<light Yara>> was trying - and failing - to maintain her composure with the new woman, a woman that seemed to be in charge from the get-go, something that the highschooler wasn't used to. Something that she was slowly getting accustomed to, other people taking charge of her. <<s Jamila>>You seem to have had quite the workout, girls. Watch your breathing!<</s>> The woman said, almost as if she was allowing us to breathe. A natural dominant showing her true colors, an exciting sight and feeling as I looked at <<light Yara>> react to it all. She was blushing, taken away by whatever fantasy she was playing in her head, and I watched as <<light Jamila>> placed her hand right on my friend's cheek. <<s Jamila>>Go ahead and finish your run. Maybe next time I'll have something prepared for the three of us to have a workout.<</s>> The charismatic woman said, smiling as she felt <<light Yara>> weaken against her hand. My once courageous, steadfast, strong friend was anything but that as she lost herself in <<light Jamila>>'s eyes. Eyes that turned towards me, and offered me a sly wink before she gave a quick spank on <<light Yara>>'s behind, sending her off. Not being able to stiffle the moan that escaped her naughty lips, this one was already on the way, not calling the elder woman out on her behavior. //What beautiful growth from my sub.// I knew that was just the beginning of whatever was to come, and hoped it wouldn't take a whole week for me to see the attractive woman again. I simply smiled at her as I rushed to follow my babe, who seemed to be running away from her own reaction to the event, unwilling to give any comment about the whole encounter. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<set $randommessage to 5>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>> <<else>>Moving back to normality after a long vacation was a weird feat, as I tried to get back into the groove of the jog that I shared with my good friend. There was a nice pace to things that I openly welcomed, jogging alongside my attractive friend. While the energy we shared earlier was a constant back and forth between the two of us, this time it felt different. We still jogged alongside one another, but right now the enticement was external. We were two babes jogging and enjoying the beauty of the location, and in doing so we were a vision of beauty coursing through that park. An enticing one, I imagined in my mind's eye, as I thought of what kind of fun adventures we might be having in this park as time went on... <<if $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>>Though there was undeniably something else lurking in the shadows of our jog together. After spring break, I was keenly anticipating this moment. The moment where <<light Jamila>> would make her approach and start putting her moves on <<light Yara>> herself. Every since I saw the attention she gave her in the park all that time ago, ever since she claimed that she'd find a way to get to her, I watched. I silently encouraged. I waited, expectantly, as she moved in her shadows. And today, as we ran like we once did side by side, I anticipated her approach. Her presence. Despite my friend's character being as confident as she was, I was eager to see what this clash between the two of them would bring... And we were slowly approaching that spot in which she usually fed her pigeons. My mind reeled with the endless possibilities of what would happen, of being there when the two of them met. <<light Yara>> had seen our conversations. She had even contacted her, and tried to be sly about erasing whatever messages she typed to her. And she didn't know that I was well aware of it. <<linkreplace "Look who's there!">><<pic Jamila>><</pic>> <<s Jamila>>Well look who's here!<</s>> The attractive black woman said, greeting me once more. A jolt of energy surged through me, as I slowed down next to her. <<light Yara>> did the same. We stopped to an in-place jog in front of <<light Jamila>>. <<s Jamila>>Hello darling dear.<</s>> My fling said, her words having an instant effect on my psyche. <<s Author>>Hey Jamila.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>And who might we have here?<</s>> The charismatic woman turned her attention towards my friend. <<light Yara>> seemed like a fly caught in a spider's web. She tried to find her words. <<s Yara>>Hi... The name is Yara.<</s>> She said. <<light Jamila>> put her hand out, and for once, uncharacteristically for her, <<light Yara>> stopped her jogging to offer her hand. <<s Jamila>>Yara... What a beautiful name.<</s>> The beautiful black woman spoke, kissing her hand while maintaining eye contact. I was glad not to be the center of attention, because in that moment, I felt a jolt of naughty electricity course through me. <<s Jamila>>You never told me just how beautiful your friends were, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My fling spoke once more, her eyes still challenging <<light Yara>>'s with their stare... And winning. The smile that <<light Jamila>> offered proved to me that there was knowledge of that fact even before then. After all, they had a conversation that I supposedly didn't know about. <<light Yara>> was trying - and failing - to maintain her composure with the new woman, a woman that seemed to be in charge from the get-go, something that the highschooler wasn't used to. <<s Jamila>>You seem to have had quite the workout, girls. Watch your breathing!<</s>> The woman said, almost as if she was allowing us to breathe. A natural dominant showing her true colors, an exciting sight and feeling as I looked at <<light Yara>> react to it all. She was blushing, taken away by whatever fantasy she was playing in her head, and I watched as <<light Jamila>> placed her hand right on my friend's cheek. <<s Jamila>>Go ahead and finish your run. Maybe next time I'll have something prepared for the three of us to have a workout.<</s>> The charismatic woman said, smiling as she felt <<light Yara>> weaken against her hand. My once courageous, steadfast, strong friend was anything but that as she lost herself in <<light Jamila>>'s eyes. Eyes that turned towards me, and offered me a sly wink before she gave a quick spank on <<light Yara>>'s behind, sending her off. Trying her best to stiffle the moan that fought to escape, this one was already on the way, not calling the elder woman out on her behavior. //How beautifully uncharacteristic.// I knew that was just the beginning of whatever was to come, and hoped it wouldn't take a whole week for me to see the attractive woman again. I simply smiled at her as I rushed to follow my friend, who seemed to be running away from her own reaction to the event, unwilling to give any comment about the whole encounter. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<set $randommessage to 5>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/park.jpg" "A run in the park">> As usual on a Saturday morning, the duo of <<light Yara>> and <<print $name>> has an appointed running schedule, a beautiful run awaiting us as we jogged acorss the park that has been growing more colorful with Spring being in full motion. <<s Yara>>The Nationals are at the beginning of May.<</s>> She'd told me in the beginning of the run today, the culmination of all her workouts and effort finally right around the corner. My athletic <<light Yara>> was close to finding a satisfying conclusion to this part of her life, and that conclusion was fast approaching. Unlike it, <<light Yara>> was fast progressing ahead of me. Despite my athleticism, I'd only recently picked up running, and she'd wanted to improve on her skills, the competition weighing heavy on her mind. We were so close to that fateful date, one that not only would require her to put her all on the line, but one that also put her whole royalty dreams there. <<light Yara>>, the athlete, was now ahead of me, her shapely ass jiggling with every step she made, a distrating yet encouraging sight ahead of me, a beautiful figure that just begged to be spanked... My mind still playing its games on me, it was a bit late when I noticed her stop to turn towards me. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $yaracharacter is "Full Domme" or $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<s Yara>>You're gonna have to catch up, pet.<</s>> She said a bit too aggressively, <<s Yara>>I feel like I'm carrying dead weight at this point, I can't jeapordize all of this like that.<</s>> The tension inside her was high. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, Yara. I didn't mean it. I can only run so fast.<</s>> I tried to appease the dominant woman, as she seemed to not care for my words. <<s Yara>>I can see how you look at my ass, wanting nothing more than to put your head in between.<</s>> Her words hurt, because part of them was true, <<s Yara>>The only way you'd ever get to do that is by actually catching up to me.<</s>> I didn't understand what kind of game was being played here, but a part of me had an idea. The tension was not only physical. <<s Author>>I wish I was as athletic as you, Yara. I'm doing my best.<</s>> I said to her, seeing the flush of her cheeks, the frustration in her composure. <<s Yara>>And I wish you'd know how to show your true devotion, pet.<</s>> She replied, the hinting now a bit more straightforward. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">>My partner was trying to be smooth about it, but it was clear she was in need of worship at the moment. And I was also in need of her body, or servicing her superiority, the way the sweat glistened on her smooth skin...<<else>>I may have another partner elsewhere, but I knew that <<light Yara>> was hoping for my worship, for my hands on her body that was glistening with sweat. I knew that she requried servitude, and a part of me wanted to offer it for her.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "Show her how sorry I am">><<less "yarasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I knelt. Right there in public, for all to see, I knelt in front of the dominant woman, placed my hands onto her sneaker shoes, and held on to her. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you in any way,<</s>> I submissively said, embracing my role at her feet, <<s Author>>I'm inferior in every way and I am so grateful for your continued acceptance of this lowly being in your vicinity.<</s>> I had no shame, in that moment. Or maybe I had so much shame it had surpassed my ability to understand it entirely or be able to deal with it. Either way, I was embracing the moment in all its naughty assets, and welcomed it into the depths of my being. <<s Yara>>Keep going.<</s>> Her words broke the dam, as I continued my needy debauchery, wanting to show her just how superior she is. <<s Author>>There is no denying that you are far superior, in body, mind, and soul.<</s>> I openly admitted, now that I had permission, <<s Author>>And I know I haven't improved too much because I was never meant to improve, my body has limitations that I cannot surpass because deep down it knows that its one true purpose is to support your superior one, my queen.<</s>> I said the word, and it sent a heavy, deep, shiver down my spine. <<s Author>>My one true queen, my prom queen, my superior empress, my-<</s>> I was lost. Thankfully, my queen saved me then. <<s Yara>>Okay okay okay I got your point!<</s>> She laughed oh so sweetly. <<s Yara>>You're excused... Peasant.<</s>> With the shame of this new layer to our dynamics, I found my way to my feet, eager to continue with the day. Now that this admission has been made, now that the inner shame has become external to me, I found that I could breathe better... //The beautiful release of true emotions.// <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Another stop on the naughty road for the partners" "PSB Yara Jogging 2 Relationship">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show her how sorry I am" "Not submissive enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "Let the feeling pass">><<replace "#choices">>The feeling that washed over me only did that, eventually. I allowed it to pass, looking at the woman that stood in front of me, requiring something that I realized I couldn't offer her. With that, a moment passed, me looking at her and imagining myself showing her my "sorry"ness. And I then decided to do the one thing that could save the moment. I ran ahead of her. <<s Author>>You better catch up, princess!<</s>> I called back to her teasingly, knowing that for a moment, balance was found between us. Until she raced ahead, a few seconds later. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Another stop on the naughty road for the partners" "PSB Yara Jogging 2 Relationship">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $yaracharacter is "Submissive" or $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<s Yara>>You're always so behind!<</s>> She finally said, as she waited for me to catch up to her, <<s Yara>>It's really frustrating.<</s>> Her plaintif tone was kind of cute, the way she pouted at me and wanted to make me feel bad about my physical capabilities. <<s Author>>That's kind of rude to say.<</s>> I replied. <<s Yara>>The competition is coming up soon, and I still don't have a higher PR than my rivals.<</s>> She admitted then. <<s Author>>There's only so much I can do, Yara.<</s>> I said to her quite sternly. Once dominant and in command, she seemed to weaken at that, taking a more docile, studied approach. <<light Yara>> was looking at me differently, biting her lower lip, as if wanting to stop herself from saying the next words, a part of her still wanting to hold onto her frustration. <<s Yara>>I... I know. I'm sorry.<</s>> She said then, a silent, final admission to her obedience. Oh how the tables have turned between us. In another universe, she'd be berating me, making me feel sorry for running a bit too slow. <<s Author>>Sorry for what?<</s>> In this one, I had the upper hand, making her say she was sorry for stuff that kind of didn't make sense. But I wasn't going to tell her that. <<s Yara>>I'm sorry I snapped at you.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>You don't deserve it.<</s>> I looked at her, a wave of dominance coursing through me as she handed me more and more power by the passing second. I had her right where I wanted her, and a part of me wanted to take more away from her. I wanted to see how far she'd go in her submissiveness. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "Push her more.">><<add "yarasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to push her further, wanting to hear even more submissive things come out of her submissive mouth. <<s Author>>Is that all, pet?<</s>> I asked her, taking a chance with the insulting language. It didn't seem to register with her. <<s Yara>>I'm sorry I'm running too fast. I'm sorry I'm making you feel bad about yourself. I'm sorry I'm so stupid to not notice it before.<</s>> I felt a beautiful, dominant shiver run down my spine at this, landing in the naughty area between my legs that was reacting to all that was happening. My <<light Yara>> was letting go of her old self right in front of me, and it was thrilling me oh so deeply. I was in control of this narrative, so fully running this entire encounter, and she was willingly giving me that power over her. The beautiful shivers that ran down me as I heard her continue her self-debasement for me were beyond thrilling. I had shifted her mentality from a dominant woman to a fully submissive one, and <<light Yara>> was now a changed woman who apologized for even being athletic. //Oh how far could I continue to take her...// <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Another stop on the naughty road for the partners" "PSB Yara Jogging 2 Relationship">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Push her more" "Not dominant enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "Let the feeling pass">><<replace "#choices">>Seeing her be so apologetic in front of me didn't sit well with me. And so, as this moment of domiannce passed through me, I allowed myself to see this for what it truly was: A once dominant woman who used her confidence as a mask slowly lowering her guards around a person she trusted, on a journey of self-discovery and growth. <<s Author>>Don't worry about it Yara.<</s>> I said to her then, hand on her shoulder looking to reassure her, <<s Author>>You're tense and understandably so.<</s>> I hugged her for a moment, somehow immediately regretting it. <<s Author>>Fuck you're sweaty!<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm running for a competition!<</s>> She laughed at my reaction. <<s Author>>Come on, let's keep going.<</s>> I encouraged her as we moved away from there. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Another stop on the naughty road for the partners" "PSB Yara Jogging 2 Relationship">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>The beautiful woman in front of me was a fabulous sight. One that I willingly and eagerly followed across the park. At one point, I thought I'd be caught. And I was. But it seemed like the athlete didn't care, simply winking at me before she continued running on her way away from me. And I enjoyed her ass and shapely figure once more, my mind taking me to beautiful places as our run continued for the morning. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">><<link "Another stop on the naughty road for the partners" "PSB Yara Jogging 2 Relationship">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</if>> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<s Yara>>You know, that Jamila of yours was not what I thought she'd be.<</s>> She said, the topic of the trans black woman to be expected. Last I checked, she had wanted to talk to <<light Yara>>, and asled for her phone number. I had given it to her without much else. <<s Author>>Should've told you about her.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh she did more than that.<</s>> She explained, <<s Yara>>The dyke showed me her cock and everything.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's Jamila for you, a bit too straightforward.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Author>>What did you do then?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Told her not to talk to me anymore, obvs.<</s>> <<s Author>>She's a woman still.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And I like eating pussy, not cock. I like women like you, soft and pliable, not her.<</s>> I didn't know if it was transphobia or racism, but <<light Yara>> quickly dissuaded me from thinking of either one. <<s Yara>>It's just preferences. I obviously have a type, and she doesn't fit it.<</s>> She explained, <<s Yara>>I don't blame you for sampling her in the past though!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh fuck off.<</s>> I laughed at her quip there at the end. That was it then, the development I'd been waiting for since <<light Jamila>>'s message. Guess I did the diplomatic thing after all, gave her a chance without actually giving her a shot at it. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<s Author>>Jamila wanted your number, by the way.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Yara>>Jamila? The black lady that approached us last time we were running?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, her.<</s>> <<s Yara>>She's attractive, but not my type.<</s>> <<s Author>>Apparently you're really hers.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>She kept pestering me to get your number and everything.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Good thing you had my back.<</s>> After a while more of walking around, <<light Yara>> shimed in again. <<s Yara>>I mean of course she'd be into me, I'm fucking perfect!<</s>> She said with her natural, usual confidence. I smiled at that, knowing that there was indeed something really attractive to the way she held herself, and happy that I'd kept her safe from the danger that <<light Jamila>> might have brought, my mind still tied to the bathrooms she'd led me to a while ago. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> <<else>>As if a stalking, <<light Jamila>> seemed to know we'd be here in that moment, as she was seated in her usual place. <<s Yara>>Told her to meet us here.<</s>> <<light Yara>> explained, connecting the dots in my head. This was it, then. I had given the trans black woman her number, and they were now organizing to hang out outside of me? <<s Jamila>>It's so good to see the both of you girls!<</s>> The woman enthusiastically greeted us, and a part of me was reticent at the development. How much did <<light Yara>> know, and what would that spell for me or the relationship we had? I thought back at the way the black woman had seduced me, how she'd slowly roped me in, revealing more and more of herself until I was hooked, when she took me to the gloryhole at the toilets. How far along down that path was <<light Yara>>? <<s Yara>>Like clockwork, right?<</s>> The athlete seemed to refer to some sort of inside joke, and I felt inadequate at this development. <<s Jamila>>Ready to see her reaction?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Always am!<</s>> <<s Author>>Is something the matter?<</s>> I was weirded out by where things were going, me being the only person not kept in the loop, and I needed answers. <<s Jamila>>It will all be clear. Come along.<</s>> The domineering black woman said as she led us away in a familiar direction. //Oh fuck...// <<linkreplace "The toilets await">><<pichead "locations/public-bathrooms.jpg" "At the toilets">> <<s Yara>>No way it's actually real.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was stunned by the revelation. <<s Yara>>And you were here??<</s>> She asked me pointedly. I couldn't deny a truth that had already been revealed. I simply nodded. <<s Jamila>><<print $name>> here has had her fun in here. Check it out for yourself.<</s>> Invited to visit the stall in the middle, I saw as <<light Yara>> grabbed my hand to lead me inside with her. There, on the wall, as expected, a hole awaited us. The question still played in my mind. //How much does <<light Yara>> know? How much did <<light Jamila>> reveal of herself?// I watched as the athlete looked around with deep curiosity, almost in slow motion as she took the place in. Nearby, faintly, I could hear my black lover move in the stall, shuffling of clothes. I was helpless as I watched the event developing in front of me. <<pichead "events/patreonevents/gloryhole-enticing.jpg" "The tasty BBC">> <<light Yara>> on this side, seduced slowly and expertly by the black trans woman on the other side of the stall, the one that was slowly putting her big black cock into the hole made for it, just as <<light Yara>>'s eyes landed on it. She gasped, looking at the sizeable member, not quite believing her eyes. I didn't either, trying to close them and open them again as I tried to make sure that I was looking at reality unfolding in front of me. There was no choice. Whether it was because like me, the wall empowered her to do her action, or because I was here to witness it and it didn't feel wrong because of that, or because she'd secretely wanted it all along, I saw enamored as <<light Yara>> found her way to her knees in front of the BBC that awaited her lips. And in front of my eyes, the violation of the image of the dominant lesbian woman took place, as I saw her lick the underside of the head before wrapping her lips around it. A sight that will remain in my head till the end of time, I witnessed the active seduction of my athlete, a woman that had always said no to cock. And yet now, because of my direct actions, regardless of any relationship she had, <<light Yara>> had succumbed to BBC. <<vid "events/patreonevents/yara-jamilabj.mp4">> And had accepted the naughty and humiliating act of blowing it in a public bathroom oh so openly, in front of me. Just like I had been seduced and roped in, so was <<light Yara>>, and the sight turned me on so very much. My hand drifted between my legs, and under my clothing, to find a needy, wet snatch. I played with myself as I saw the once prideful lesbian lose all inhibitions and blow a Big Black Cock in a random stall at the park where she trained to become a star athlete. This had always been her destiny, and thanks to my action in helping <<light Jamila>>, I had helped her embrace her true submissive, whorish nature. I knew there would be a conversation about the repercussions of this later, but for now, I also know that <<light Yara>> was a slut for BBC. //As am I.// I thought to myself. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Yara BJ" 1>><</link>><</linkreplace>> <</if>>

As we continued on our way, my partner and I, the tension that had been building continued to build up between us, and there was a deep sense of naughtiness emanating from her. Whether it was her seductive body, or the way it twisted and glistened in the spring sun, I was loving every moment of this, memories of last night clashing in my mind with the sweatiness of her body now... As we approached a particular intersection, I saw her wink at me and take me in a different direction that where we usually went. And then, a while later, she winked at me once more before slinking behind a wall in the corner. I knew what she had in mind, and I knew that more physicality would be involved in it. <div id='choices'><<link "Follow her behind the bathrooms">><<replace "#choices">>I wanted whatever waited for me there. As soon as I stepped behind though, it was like an assault, the way my naughty partner was kissing my lips with neediness, her intentions clear. I laughed inwardly as I realized that the entire event that transpired was just as much of a turn on to her as it was to me. Unlike me, though, my partner had no reservations of going for it and trying to seduce me with clear intent. Just like her, I was more than eager for that activity behind the hidden wall. Though it turned out not to bee as hidden as I would have liked it to be. Kissing my partner, our bodies grinding closely as our passion grew more intense, I noticed to our side, in a way only I could spot it, a weird looking homeless guy rising from behind his discarded carton boxes. She hadn't noticed him, and while I had, I also realized that he was interested in the sight that was offered to him. Who wouldn't, after all, admire two sexy lesbians in their tight athletic clothing? <div id='choices2'><<link "Keep kissing her">><<add "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>My choice to kiss her would not be stopped on the account of a random black man. As such, even with these naughty stares, I continued kissing my partner. Unfortunately for me, my silent accomplice was not as silent as he should have been, as his shifting to get his fucking cock out made her aware of his presence, and she turned to look at what would reveal itself. <<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex" or $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<light Yara>> seemed just as shocked as I was as she realized that the man was girthy as he was long down below, his cock standing to attention as he unabashedly stroked it while looking at us. However, instead of shouting at him, instead of rushing to move away, this new version of my partner was a bit more welcoming to this development, as she seemed to bite her lip while looking at him. He was a creep. We all knew he was a creep. And yet, here we were two lesbian woman slutting themselves in public to then admire a BBC in the wild. With a decent sense of shame, she grabbed my hand and rushed away, laughing at the development. <<s Yara>>That was fucking weird.<</s>> She tried to hide her true feelings. <<s Author>>Kind of liked it, didn't you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>A random black guy getting his rocks off thinking about us... Why wouldn't I?<</s>> She admitted. Old <<light Yara>> was truly all but gone. <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<light Yara>>'s reaction was to be expected, as she realized that the man had his cock out while watching us. <<s Yara>>You disgusting fucking pervert! Fucking kill yourself and let everyone relax from your psycho behavior, you fucking loss of oxygen!<</s>> Her aggressive demeanor could not be denied, and I watched with shock as the man simply flipped us off. <<light Yara>>, still furious, grabbed my hand with authority as she led me away. <<s Yara>>Next time you fucking tell me when there's a pervert watching!<</s>> She all but ordered, and I felt shame in the realization that I'd let all of this happen without doing anything about it. She was right, I shouldn't have let my horniness get the better of me. <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Romantic" or $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<light Yara>>'s reaction was to be expected, as she realized that the man had his cock out while watching us. <<s Yara>>You disgusting fucking pervert! Fucking kill yourself and let everyone relax from your psycho behavior, you fucking loss of oxygen!<</s>> Her aggressive demeanor could not be denied, and I watched with shock as the man simply flipped us off. <<light Yara>>, still furious, quickly grabbed my hand, leading me away. <<s Yara>>I didn't know you were into that exhibitionism stuff!<</s>> She somehow berated me, a part of me ashamed at not having warned her earlier. <<s Yara>>But maybe we should stick to women, why don't we.<</s>> She instead suggested. The shame still rose through me at my inaction. <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Submissive">><<light Yara>> seemed to be just as shocked as I was when she realized that the man had his big black cock out looking at us. <<s Yara>>What the fuck...<</s>> She said in a whisper as he continued his self-stimulation in front of us. I turned her head towards me, bringing her attention back to me. <<s Author>>You're mine.<</s>> I whispered as I went in for another kiss. <<s Author>>Always remember that.<</s>> She blushed as the realization that she'd willingly kissed her partner in front of a pervert, whoever that was, hit her. <<s Yara>>I... I'm yours.<</s>> She agreed with my statement as I took her away from that spot, having used this as yet another opportunity to confirm my dominance and control of the relationship. She might have been the one to try and seduce me, but I was the one who had the last laugh.<</if>> <<if $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stop immediately">><<replace "#choices2">>I wasn't willing however to elongate the sight that the man was to receive, as I moved away from my partner and called her attention to him. <<s Yara>>What the fuck?<</s>> She said as she realized how the pervert was watching us. <<s Yara>>Fucking creep.<</s>> We decided to just walk away from the situation without addressing the man, the magic of the moment now lost. And as we walked away, I could see a change in my partner's behavior. <<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex" or $yaracharacter is "Bisexual" or $yaracharacter is "Submissive">>Thoughtful, running a bit slower, I could only imagine what was on her mind, and whether she'd have truly hated it if we'd continued kissing in front of the stranger. <<s Yara>>If only he wasn't homeless, it'd have been less creepy, right?<</s>> I knew the black man still had an effect on her psyche, as she was yet to accept that there was a deeper reason behind her obsession. But I wasn't going to call her out on it just then, was I?<<else>>She seemed a bit more frustrated, angry, agitated, as her footsteps grew more aggressive on the floor underneath her. <<s Yara>>Men and their disgusting antics.<</s>> The lesbian <<light Yara>>'s opinion on them had never changed, and with this latest encounter, I tended to agree with that statement.<</if>> <<if $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Call her back. Better not do it here, in public!">><<replace "#choices">>I would not play that game. <<s Author>>Yara, not here!<</s>> I called out to her. <<s Yara>>You're no fun.<</s>> She simply said back, <<s Yara>>I just wanted to blow some steam, you prude.<</s>> I would not allow my body to be used for some public display. And after all, I had bigger fish to fry and a whole apartment to fuck in. Was that not enough for her? <<if $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Fail")>><<link "Yara then decides to share something" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("PSB Jamila 1 Denied")>><<link "I want to warn her about Jamila" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("SB Yara Jamila Talk")>><<link "A familiar figure approaches" "PSB Jogging 2">><</link>><<else>><<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichalf "workout/eva-workoutfit.jpg">> <<s Author>>She's been running me crazy.<</s>> I teased my partner as I showed her the picture of the third person between us, right before we started our workout. <<s Yara>>Beautiful.<</s>> Came her reply. <<s Yara>>Didn't know you were working out together.<</s>> I licked my lips, already imagining what would come up from my invitation. <<s Author>>Wednesday at the gym. You should join us sometime.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Maybe I will...<</s>> <<s Author>>That better be a promise.<</s>> <<if $advantage is "Jerome">><<link "Also talk about Jerome" "Yara Jogging 3 Jerome Talk">><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">>Blushing wildly, the woman was clearly hiding something, an urge of sorts. <<link "Check it out" "Yara Jogging 3 Sub">><</link>> <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">>With the smirk she was giving, the woman clearly had something in mind, and I had a guess as to what it was... <<link "Listen to what she has to say." "Yara Jogging 3 Dom">><</link>> <<else>>And though I tried to get more from her, it seemed like today's adventure would be a smooth one without much change. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<vid "bday/jerome-mirror-filming.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Can you believe that?<</s>> She'd revealed the video we took yesterday, explicitely to show off to her what she was missing out on. <<s Author>>You do know I am aware that this video was taken of me, right?<</s>> I asked her to try and suss out whether or not she was interested. I mean with the way she'd acted yesterday, she was obviously interested. There was no use denying that. <<s Yara>>And you're okay with it?<</s>> <<s Author>>We look good, why wouldn't I be?<</s>> I teased her. <<else>><<pichalf "workout/yara-jeromepic.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Can you believe that?<</s>> She'd asked me, as she showed me a picture on her phone. I never imagined <<light Yara>> with a BBC on her phone, yet here we were. <<s Author>>It's normal for black cocks to be this big...<</s>> I said hesitantly. <<s Yara>>Jerome sent me that.<</s>> She finally further explained. <<s Author>>Oh... Yeah figured so.<</s>> It was only a matter of time before this would happen, but the devil sure has been working quickly.<</if>> <<s Yara>>It does look good.<</s>> I needed to follow yesterday's instincts in that matter. After all, we'd gone all this way already, it was too late to back off now. Lines were being drawn in the sand, and it was clear on which side we were. <<s Author>>There's no use denying you're not interested.<</s>> She blushed then, a non-vocal admission of interest. <<s Author>>And you can't deny that he would be interested in us either.<</s>> I further said, smiling at her. <<s Yara>>We are attractive, I have to admit it.<</s>> I smiled at the development, happy to be seeing her accept this concession. <<s Author>>Every time we go on our jogs here, people stare.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>Especially now.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That's the buttplug's effect.<</s>> She tried dismissing it. <<s Author>>You and I both know that's a full on lie.<</s>> I called her out on it. She smiled. <<s Yara>>These black men sure love to stare.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>And yet...<</s>> <<s Yara>>I admit I kind of like it.<</s>> She answered. <<s Author>>Imagine what they'd do to you if they had free reign.<</s>> <<vid "workout/yara-gangbangimagination.mp4">> I already had a clear image in my mind, of her surrounded by a black sea. <<s Yara>>I... I'd rather have only Jerome.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>You can have him. If you just admit it to yourself and him.<</s>> I said to her. The mere thought that she'd admitted to something like that was enough to turn me on immensely. If <<light Jerome>> wanted to, he might actually be able to rope her in and seduce her. He practically already have. And we'd be in his harem thanks to it... A huge part of me wanted to see that happen... Desperately. And it seemed we were on the right track already. //Pun intended.// <<vid "workout/yara-cakeview.mp4">> The men at the park always got quite the sight from her, but it is now obvious our attention is entirely elsewhere. <<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">>Blushing wildly, the woman was clearly hiding something else, an urge of sorts. <<link "Check it out" "Yara Jogging 3 Sub">><</link>> <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">>With the smirk she was giving now though, the woman clearly had something in mind, and I had a guess as to what it was... <<link "Listen to what she has to say." "Yara Jogging 3 Dom">><</link>> <<else>>And though I tried to get more from her, it seemed like today's adventure would be a smooth one without much change. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>>It was bound to happen. I had made it happen. When I arrived at the park, and found that my usual running mate was not around, I realized something was off. I worried for a bit, until I felt my phone ping. <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/jamila-jogging3-call.jpg">> <<s Jamila>>We're having fun at my place, why don't you join us?<</s>> Looking at the message alongside that picture from <<light Jamila>> inviting me to her place, telling me that <<light Yara>> was already there... I just had to follow, didn't I? <<link "Go over" "Yara Jogging 3 Jamila">><</link>> <<link "Don't. It's basically cheating." "Park">><</link>> <<else>><<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila1.jpg">> A beautiful sight greeted me. My once dominant friend, now finally fulfillinf her true destiny, dominated by a woman better than her in every which way. The glistening black cock pistoning in and out of her, forcefully making her moan, was telling a lot, making sounds of pleasure that only a cock like that could make. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila2.jpg">> I had been the hand that guided <<light Yara>> all the way here. I had facilitated every moment to get her here. And instead of working out this morning, jogging to prepare for her competitions, she was moaning atop a black cock. This one belonged to a beautiful trans babe, but it didn't matter in that moment. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila10.jpg">> It was fucking, pure and simple. And a fucking that was bringing real pleasure to the athletic woman, who was moaning out in pleasure for all to hear. For me to hear and witness. <<s Yara>>Oh yes fuck me oh god!<</s>> <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila11.jpg">> Beautiful moans, a grinding that made the most erotic of sounds, and a coupling that appreciated my hand in making it happen. <<s Jamila>>This is all thanks to you, darling.<</s>> The dominant black woman praised my action, affirming that I did a good job bringing these two together. <<s Yara>>Oh thank you <<print $name>>!<</s>> <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila9.jpg">> There was no use denying it, <<light Yara>> had fallen for <<light Jamila>>'s BBC, and I was its first witness. She now had a new favorite part for her Saturdays, away from her jogging and on top of the black cock that was offering her the pleasure she seeked. A fantastic sight, one that I was the subject of a few weeks back. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila8.jpg">> Now it was the former dominant woman receiving her pleasure at the end of the black cock. And I found fantastic joy in being the reason behind it, my power in spirit only matched by the powerful thrusts that <<light Jamila>> was giving, even in the most sensual of positions. Her beautiful glistening body a clash with that of <<light Yara>>'s, a contrast that was imprinting itself in my mind, beautifully seductive bodies moving against one another in such erotic ways that I was feeling turned on myself.' <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila7.jpg">> A control that she'd exhibited on me, now placed on top of the athletic woman, who was using all she was capable of to withstand the dominant black woman's drilling. <<s Yara>>Oh! Oh! Oh!<</s>> The white girl was moaning out with each sharp thrust, enjoying the way the black woman abused her hole for her pleasure. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila3.jpg">> In and out, quick pistons made <<light Yara>> moan and <<light Jamila>> grunt in appreciative pleasure. The dominant black woman had complete control over the subjugated white woman, and I was enjoying watching it all unfold in front of me. A beautiful sight with foldy athletic moves. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila4.jpg">> Bent out of shape for the domme's pleasure, the athlete who'd skipped her workout for the day was getting another, and one bound to make her struggle to walk. <<s Jamila>>Your legs look way better folded around me than they do walking around that park like the slut you are.<</s>> The compliment was insane, but it brought pleasure to the both of us, bringing a jolt of energy through me as I saw myself in her shoes. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila6.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Mmm thank you!<</s>> The moans she was giving off were beyond erotic, now effectively losing her mind over the copulation. <<s Jamila>>Your Saturdays are mine now.<</s>> A threat or a promise, I didn't know. All I knew was, it was all because of me. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila5.jpg">> I had brought this along, and at this pace, <<light Yara>> would not even be able to walk straight, let alone compete in any competition. This was after all my plan from the start... Right? <<picmid "events/patreonevents/yarajamila12.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $friendsevents.has("Jamila Yara BJ")>><<include "Yara Jogging 3 Jamila">><<else>><<pichalf "events/yaraevents/jogging3.jpg">> Following last night, it was a surprise to see that <<light Yara>> was up and running the way she was today, though her looks told me there was something more to her than she was letting on... <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" and $club.has("EWP Partner") or $relationship is "MeHarem" and $club.has("EWP Partner")>><<link "Talk about Eva's Pictures" "Yara Jogging 3 Eva Picture">><</link>><<elseif $advantage is "Jerome">><<link "Talk about Jerome" "Yara Jogging 3 Jerome Talk">><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">>Blushing wildly, the woman was clearly hiding something, an urge of sorts. <<link "Check it out" "Yara Jogging 3 Sub">><</link>> <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">>With the smirk she was giving, the woman clearly had something in mind, and I had a guess as to what it was... <<link "Listen to what she has to say." "Yara Jogging 3 Dom">><</link>><<else>>And though I tried to get more from her, it seemed like today's adventure would be a smooth one without much change. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<s Author>>You know... I did find it weird that you'd gift me something like what you did for my birthday, Yara.<</s>> I said to the blushing woman jogging next to me. Her red cheeks were cute to watch. <<s Yara>>I... Bought it before Spring Break.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>So you've been wanting to give that to me since then, wow!<</s>> I joked, <<s Author>>Though you didn't quite expect that I'd wear it, did you?<</s>> She blushed even further, if she could have. <<s Author>>A part of me feels like you were hinting at something else here...<</s>> She was avoiding eye contact, and I knew I had found some truth in my statement. <div id='choices'><<link "Have her wear it">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/yara-buttplug.mp4">> It wasn't long before I had her well plugged the way she needed to be. The way she wanted to be. <<s Yara>>Oh fuck it's so weird to be running with that inside.<</s>> She was struggling as she barely kept up with me, unusually for her. <<s Author>>You're doing great, Yara. Really admirable work!<</s>> I encouraged her with a sly smile. It was nice to see her struggle like that, to see her accept this inferior position, simply because I'd invited her to. <<s Author>>Come on, just a bit more and we take a break.<</s>> <<vid "workout/yara-buttplugpublic.mp4">> It took us another 15 minutes to find a quiet place where she'd be able to relax and take off the restrictive clothing she had, a somewhat private setting that she was making use of entirely. And I could see how wet our whole naughty sodomizing adventure had made her. <<s Author>>Someone's freaking turned on!<</s>> I commented, licking my lips somewhat in anticipation. <<s Yara>>It does something to you...<</s>> She tried explaining it. <<s Author>>Of course it does, that's why you bought it for yourself.<</s>> I joked. <<s Author>>It is a nice gift to see you struggle though, I have to admit at least that.<</s>> Her blush was way too cute. It reminded me of the blush of another individual I'd seen a short while ago. That random girl, in <<light Tarnipp>>'s class... <<light Christina>>. <<s Author>>Hey ever talked to Christina?<</s>> I asked. <<s Yara>>Untight religious girl? What about her?<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly what you said, she's not your usual student of Egrogry...<</s>> I was trying to understand her, though I didn't know how I would. //Maybe I could see her around... The library perhaps...// Though speaking of her, there was something she'd mentioned in that class. <div id='choices2'><<link "Mention chastity">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara Chastity Mention" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "workout/yara-chastity.jpg">> <<s Author>>Have you thought about chastity?<</s>> I asked her then. <<light Yara>> looked at me worriedly. <<s Yara>>What about it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well, seeing how turned on you are, and the fact that you're progressively losing more and more control, I think it would help you keep your emotions in check. Like Tarnipp said.<</s>> I explained with a smile. <<light Yara>>'s blush returned tenfold. <<s Yara>>I... It's weird, isn't it?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>Giving away control to someone who knows what she's doing... What so weird about that?<</s>> I teased her. And I could swear I saw in her eyes a sense of consideration. Maybe If I had something prepared for her at the Easter Party then I'd be able to ensure she was safe. Or just flaunt my control over her... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't and end the workout.">><<replace "#choices2">>I decided to ignore the concept of chastity that the religious girl talked about. It simply wasn't something I was truly interested in. I still enjoyed seeing the athlete struggle to continue her jog, knowing what hid in her pants. A naughty, beautiful thing that only us two knew about. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't, let's just run">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm just pulling your leg. Come on, let's run!<</s>> I teased her, getting ahead of her as I laughed at the expressions she'd given. It was her gift to me, and I'd find some good use to it soon enough. It didn't take long for <<light Yara>> to overtake me, setting an increasing pace during our jog. <<s Yara>>Competition's coming soon, in 2 weeks!<</s>> She'd announced excitedly. <<s Author>>You're definitely ready for it darling.<</s>> I'd continue my encouragement. After a while, we'd find a bench to relax on for a moment. The way her breath was quickening, her cheeks red from the exhertion we'd been putting in. It reminded me of the blush of another individual I'd seen a short while ago. That random girl, in <<light Tarnipp>>'s class... <<light Christina>>. <<s Author>>Hey ever talked to Christina?<</s>> I asked. <<s Yara>>Untight religious girl? What about her?<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly what you said, she's not your usual student of Egrogry...<</s>> I was trying to understand her, though I didn't know how I would. //Maybe I could see her around... The library perhaps...// Though speaking of her, there was something she'd mentioned in that class. <div id='choices2'><<link "Mention chastity">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara Chastity Mention" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "workout/yara-chastity.jpg">> <<s Author>>Have you thought about chastity?<</s>> I asked her then. <<light Yara>> looked at me worriedly. <<s Yara>>What about it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well, seeing how things are evolving for you, and the fact that you're progressively losing more and more control, I think it would help you keep your emotions in check. Like Tarnipp said.<</s>> I explained with a smile. <<light Yara>>'s blush returned tenfold. <<s Yara>>I... It's weird, isn't it?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>Giving away control to someone who knows what she's doing... What so weird about that?<</s>> I teased her. And I could swear I saw in her eyes a sense of consideration. Maybe If I had something prepared for her at the Easter Party then I'd be able to ensure she was safe. Or just flaunt my control over her... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't and end the workout.">><<replace "#choices2">>I decided to ignore the concept of chastity that the religious girl talked about. It simply wasn't something I was truly interested in. I still enjoyed seeing the athlete push herself and her limits, a clear goal in mind and an excitement for the future ahead. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<s Yara>>So, have you tried it since last night?<</s>> She asked me. <<s Author>>Tried what?<</s>> I so hoped it wasn't what I was expecting she was thinking of. <<s Yara>>The gift I gave you, of course.<</s>> She teased. <<s Author>>I... When could I have?<</s>> I asked. <<s Yara>>If only you had it with you here.<</s>> I blushed beyond myself. I truly don't know why I'd added it to my backpack. <<s Yara>>You do??<</s>> She was smiling wide. <<s Yara>>Then that means you obviously want to try it out!<</s>> I didn't know why I brought it. But in this moment, what the dominant woman was saying was making sense to me. <div id='choices'><<link "Accept her proposal">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/yara-buttplug.mp4">> I had to accept the athlete's guidance. And give her more control over me. I don't know what it was exactly that was pushing me towards it, but I just agreed, and moments later had slipped the gift she'd given me in the public bathrooms of the park. I felt immediately horny, despite the struggle it was to be jogging with it inside. Despite the distance being created between us, I still felt a string connecting us, between the dominant woman that was leading the charge and me, someone who was accepting of the gift she'd given her, right here in public. And I ran weird, highly aware of every look anyone was giving me. And looks did I receive. <<s Yara>>You're so erotic, girl.<</s>> The compliment was a beautiful one to receive, making me blush wide and openly. <<vid "workout/yara-buttplugpublic.mp4">> <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">>My mistress eventually took me to a secluded corner to air out my frustrations... Literally. Only when I revealed myself in the privacy of where she'd chosen we'd stop did I realize that I was really, really turned on by what was happening to me. <<s Yara>>Had I known it would make you feel and look like that, I'd have made you wear the buttplug a long time ago pet.<</s>> She said while giving me a sly smile. <<s Yara>>Though this much horniness is too much.<</s>> I had to admit, I agreed with that statement; it felt like I was losing my mind. <<s Yara>>Maybe Tarnipp's chastity idea isn't a bad one after all.<</s>> She teased, looking at me with sparkles in her eyes almost. <<s Yara>>Don't you agree?<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "If it makes her happy">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara Chastity Mention Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "workout/yara-chastity.jpg">> <<s Author>>I... You're right.<</s>> I had to agree with my dominant. I could feel myself losing control, I could see people's stares and the way they desired me. And I could feel the need for her to put me under her wing even more, beyond all that we've already seen. <<s Author>>If it makes you happy, I'll wear one for you.<</s>> I affirmed. <<light Yara>> would not just have me accept. <<s Yara>>No no no...<</s>> She teased, <<s Yara>>If you are to be put away, I'll want you to beg for it.<</s>> I was willing to do that now, but was stopped from doing so. <<s Yara>>Not here and now.<</s>> She clarified. <<s Yara>>Get a chastity at Nexus toys and bring it to me at the easter party. I'll lock you up then.<</s>> I had my orders, and I could feel myself getting even more turned on at that prospect. //What exciting times these are!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'd rather not">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I... I'd rather not.<</s>> Her laugh didn't subside, but my partner turned just a bit more serious. <<s Yara>>Of course, I'm joking darling.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>I know it's a lot to ask.<</s>> I could feel myself relaxing a bit at that, grateful to hear that there wasn't any need to prove myself any further to her. After all, I was doing more than enough to prove her superiority, wasn't I? <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>And so, like that, something playing inside of me at her behest, I continued to try to catch up to her in our run, oggling her backside with the raunchiness that was now becoming habitual for me. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't, let's just run">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>How am I supposed to run with it inside of me?<</s>> I asked a bit worriedly. <<light Yara>> laughed at that, her beautiful smile a shining light. <<s Yara>>Well you better catch up girl, my competition's in 2 weeks!<</s>> She exclaimed, already running ahead. <<s Author>>Damnit.<</s>> I ran after her. A good jog followed after, though a bit separate as I continued trying to catch up with her, only imagining what a buttplug inside of me during such a run would do to the distance between us. Eventually though, I'd catch up to her as she relaxed a bit more. <<if $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "yaraonly">>My partner was glowing with sweat, and I couldn't help but admire her beauty. And she noticed that. <<s Yara>>You know, you're sometimes creepy with the way you look at me.<</s>> She teased. <<s Author>>Me? How so?<</s>> <<s Yara>>The way you look at me, it's like you want to tear off my clothes and ravage me right then and there.<</s>> She said, a true statement. <<s Author>>Is it my fault you're this attractive?<</s>> I tried flirting. <<s Yara>>It's my fault letting you go with too much.<</s>> She flirted back, <<s Yara>>Maybe Angela is right and you do belong in chastity.<</s>> The allusion to what had happened in class just yesterday came out of nowhere, and I struggled to find the words to answer her. <<s Yara>>Don't you agree that putting a chastity on you would be a convenient solution to your horny problem?<</s>> Her question was on point... <div id='choices2'><<link "If it makes you happy">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara Chastity Mention Me" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "workout/yara-chastity.jpg">> <<s Author>>I... You're right.<</s>> I had to agree with my dominant. I could feel myself losing control, I could see people's stares and the way they desired me. And I could feel the need for her to put me under her wing even more, beyond all that we've already seen. <<s Author>>If it makes you happy, I'll wear one for you.<</s>> I affirmed. <<light Yara>> would not just have me accept. <<s Yara>>No no no...<</s>> She teased, <<s Yara>>If you are to be put away, I'll want you to beg for it.<</s>> I was willing to do that now, but was stopped from doing so. <<s Yara>>Not here and now.<</s>> She clarified. <<s Yara>>Get a chastity at Nexus toys and bring it to me at the easter party. I'll lock you up then.<</s>> I had my orders, and I could feel myself getting even more turned on at that prospect. //What exciting times these are!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'd rather not">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Convenient, yes, until it isn't.<</s>> I tried speaking diplomatically, <<s Author>>Besides, I wouldn't know what to wear on top of it to hide it, and if I want to go to the bathroom it would be weird you know...<</s>> Before I could talk any more, she interjected. <<s Yara>>I was joking, <<print $name>>!<</s>> She laughed, <<s Yara>>I like you horny.<</s>> That was a compliment if there ever was one. And I had to admit, I was constantly horny for her after all. <<s Yara>>Someone's given this a lot of thought!<</s>> She continued her tease. A part of me was relieved that she didn't want to lock me away, though another considered if that was a missed opportunity for more power exchange... Either way, it was nice to know that my dominant partner liked me horny for her, since that was becoming my regular state these days... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>And so, side by side, I continued running alongside my friend, enjoying the vibes of the day and embracing the good weather. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "easter/easter-intro.jpg" "End of Content - for now!">> <h2>Thank you for playing my game!</h2> What an update this was, in tying up all these loose ends and finding unique ways to represent the party to you all. It has been a true challenge and pleasure to write this update for you, and I look forward to what the next one shall bring. Already, a lot has been cleared off for it, the next update will center around the weeked following the Easter Party, delving into the repercussions of this heightened act of the story. I'm sure you've seen by now how unique of a play experience you've had in this game, how some scenes you've seen are quite specific to your stats and the relationships you've nurtured... It has long been my goal as a developer to explore every kink in multiple different ways, making your gaming experience entirely customizeable. The story now evolves into its Final Act, where the destiny of our MC, her royalty goals, and the fate of the entire school and their relationships is put to the test. What will end up happening, and who will you end up doing it with? Will you cause your rivals to break up, stealing one of them as a lover of your own? Will you fall for the depravity of submission to any of your fellow classmates or professors? Will you lose your morals and be turned into a bimbo, or a pet, or betray your friends on your road to greatness? I do recommend you give this game multiple playthroughs, as the choices you've made so far truly will change the entire story moving forward. How many prom queen rivals have you created for yourself, and how will they influence the upcoming weeks? Through trials and tribulation, a lot of hard work, and the support and patience of people playing this game on <a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon">Patreon</a>, I am able to secure to myself a safe living and higher education. It was only through the support of <a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon">Patreon</a> members that I was able to escape the hell I lived in and live in a better world, and have hope for my future. As such, if you can support me in any way, even as low as 5€ to help me towards rent in the city I am now living in, please do so. It would save my life and ensure I can keep developing the game as my full time job. If you can't do that, sharing the game and encouraging your online friends to try it out, giving it a 5-stars rating, promoting it in any way possible would help grow its reach to the big audience it deserves, and would be a hugely appreciated support for the game, which continues to recover from year-long bad reviews on outdated versions. Thank you for the time you've invested in the game, thank you for helping me secure a better future, and thank you for your engagement. I appreciate you with all my heart. See you in the next update, where our MC will continue her campaign towards becoming Prom Royalty, even without a prom in sight! With love, The Nook Erotica

<<pichalf "dreams/bday.jpg">> Warmth, comfort, relaxation. And then a jolt to reality. It feels odd, waking up to your birthday. Waking to a world that now sees you differently, even beyond your adult years. To lust over you, and want to have you, and steal you. Today was my birthday, and I wasn't going to ask for the needless attention for it with people. Long ago, my parents did that for me. I'm all grown up now. <<pichalf "dreams/bday2.jpg">>

<<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Passed" 1>><<if $friendsevents.has("BDay Yara Conmigo")>><<light Yara>> with me at the door, <<else>><</if>>I set about opening the door to my own apartment, the sight inside a huge unexpected surprise. <<picmid "bday/surprise.jpg">> <<s Leo>>Happy-prise!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Surprise!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Surp-birthday!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Surprise!<</s>> <<s Mya>>Happy Birthday!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Surprise!<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Happy surprise!<</s>> My friends, all of them, were gathered here, shouting and excitedly addressing me with high passion. <<s Yara>>Happy birthday <<print $name>>!<</s>> <<light Yara>> gave me a big hug as she moved in closer. One by one, they each gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, celebrating yet another lap around the sun. <<if $thoughts.has("Lesbian!")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Jerome Out" 1>><<else>><<s Jerome>>Happy birthday, you.<</s>> Even <<light Jerome>> was here, uncharacteristically for him.<</if>> <<s Eva>>Eric organized it all.<</s>> I turned to look at the man behind the party, who was red in the face at that. <<s Eric>>It was only right.<</s>> He said. <<s Eric>>Can't believe you didn't tell them today's your birthday!<</s>> He remembered it from all the way back then in our middle school... <<s Jasmin>>Let's go in, come on, we've got a party to have!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was quite excited to get the dancing - and it seemed drinking - going. <<s Ella>>Happy birthday <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> gave me a side hug as we walked into my living room, a long party that was sure to be eventful awaiting us. <<if $thoughts.has("Henry Relationship")>><<pickup $friendsevents "HR FBI Letter" 1>><<light Eric>> took this moment before going further in to stop me for just a bit. <<s Eric>>I saw this slipped under your door when I first went in.<</s>> He said, giving me a non-descript letter. <<s Eric>>Just for you to know.<</s>> The letter, sealed, did not have any discerning features. I simply put it aside for now, and moved on to the party.<</if>> <<link "Time to celebrate" "Bday Main">><<if $club.has("DC Finals Robert Proposal")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Slifire Gift" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Bday Slifire Message").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</if>><</link>>

I opened the letter with intrigue and trepidation, not quite knowing what to expect from it. What I found inside was stunning. <<s Henry>>Dear <<print $name>>, At the start of this assignment, I didn't see it possible that someone like you could have a presence quite like the one I'd seen, or that I'd have the chance to cross paths with a unique character like you. The surprise was pleasant, and thrilling, at the same time. Though it's not a millenial thing to do, I still feel it important to write this letter, a souvenir maybe of this special moment between us... I have talked to the Federal Bureau regarding the case, and <<light Thomia>>'s involvement. And they have confirmed the action with him, after being on the fence about sharing that information with me. When they asked of how we found out... I knew that the credit was to be yours. Talking about you with them, about the smart person you are, and the bright future you'd have under any of their programs, was the right move. I sang your praise, and they listened. Tended my official support to your case, to join them. They are willing to take you in, help you grow with them. I know you were looking for higher education, but consider this my gift to you on your birthday: If you find interest in following down this path in life, I'm sure you'll make a fantastic agent. You'll only need to contact them. This "gift" is nothing compared to the chance I got to meet you, and get to know you. You are special, and I know you have brightness ahead. I hope someday, from undercover and under the covers, we can find one another and get the masks off. Yours sincerely, H<</s>> I could not believe it, realizing that the man I'd been fooling around - and helping out legally - had now given me a path to the future. Gone was the worry of "making it"... But maybe I still hoped to soon //Become Prom Queen//. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<messaging Slifire>><<themcon>>Happy birthday <<print $name>><</themcon>><<them>>I hope you have a good one.<</them>><<me>>Slifire!<</me>><<them>>Missed me?<</them>><<me>>You were gone for too long<</me>><<them>>No I was around, talking to you. Helping you.<</them>><<me>>Helping me?<</me>><<themcon>>Unimportant now.<</themcon>><<them>>You have a birthday to get to.<</them>><<me>>Oh come on.<</me>><<them>>Unless you want a birthday gift.<</them>><<me>>We're back to these games?<</me>><<them>>I'm sure you've missed being a //GOOD GIRL//.<</them>><<me>>I do.<</me>><<them>>Then, you'll only need to head to Nexus Toys for your gift.<</them>><<me>>Of course it's something sexual<</me>><<them>>Are you sad about it?<</them>><<me>>No<</me>><<themcon>>Good Girl<</themcon>><<themcon>>Get your gift at Nexus<</themcon>><<themcon>>And put it on for me.<</themcon>><<them>>What do good girls say?<</them>><<me>>Thank you daddy.<</me>><</messaging>>

<<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Remote") and $friendsevents.count("Bday Remote Resolved") is 0>><<s Mya>>//The naughty background sound of a toy is heard, and its effects are clearly felt, intense, seductive... Erotic.//<</s>><br><br><</if>><center>''Random Talks'' <<if $class.has("SUP Yara Denied") or $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "Yara in the Kitchen" "Conditions not met">><<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Yara Kitchen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Yara Kitchen" 1>><</if>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Bday Yara Kitchen") is 0>><<link "Yara in the kitchen" "Bday Yara Conversation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Yara Kitchen" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yara in the kichen" "Already seen">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 0>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<dark "Ella on a couch" "Conditions not met">><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<dark "Alex on a couch" "Conditions not met">><<else>><<dark "Leo on a couch" "Conditions not met">><</if>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Bday Leo SUP Talk") is 0>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<link "Ella on a couch" "Leo SUP Talk Outcome">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Leo SUP Talk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<link "Alex on a couch" "Leo SUP Talk Outcome">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Leo SUP Talk" 1>><</link>><<else>><<link "Leo on a couch" "Leo SUP Talk Outcome">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Leo SUP Talk" 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<dark "Ella on a couch" "Already seen">><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<dark "Alex on a couch" "Already seen">><<else>><<dark "Leo on a couch" "Already seen">><</if>><</if>> | <<if $jasminavoid is true>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Conditions not met: Jasmin content is closed">><<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jasmin Opinion") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Jasmin Opinion" 1>><</if>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Bday Jasmin Opinion") is 0>><<link "Jasmin sits alone" "Bday Jasmin Opinion">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Jasmin Opinion" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Jasmin sits alone" "Already seen">><</if>> | <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo" and $class.has("Tarnipp") and $friendsevents.count("Bday Belle Talk") is 0>><<link "Go to the bathroom" "Bday Belle Bekham Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Belle Talk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Belle Talk")>><<dark "Talk to Belle" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "Go to bathroom" "Conditions not met">><</if>> ''Group Conversations'' <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Food Order") is 0>><<link "Let's order food" "Bday Food Order">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Food Order" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Ordering Food" "Already seen">><</if>> | <<if $leocharacter is "feminine" and $friendsevents.count("Bday Ella Appreciation") is 0>><<link "Yara praises Ella" "Bday Ella Appreciation">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Ella Appreciation" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Ella Appreciation")>><<dark "Yara praises Ella" "Already seen">><<else>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Conditions not met: Ella feminine">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Eric Talk") is 0>><<link "Eric is outside" "Bday Eric Character Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Eric Talk" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric is outside" "Already seen">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Chastity Talk") is 0>><<link "Yara mentions something" "Bday Chastity Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Chastity Talk" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Chastity Talk" "Already seen">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Food Order") is 0>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Order Food first">><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Bday SUP Talk") is 0 and $friendsevents.has("Bday Food Order")>><<link "The delivery is here" "Bday SUP Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday SUP Talk" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "University Talk" "Already seen">><</if>> ''Receiving Gifts'' <<if $yaraavoid is false and $friendsevents.count("Bday Yara Gift") is 0>><<link "A box on the table" "Bday Yara Gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Yara Gift" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Yara Gift")>><<dark "Yara's Gift" "Already seen">><<else>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Yara content denied">><</if>> | <<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem" and $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Gift") is 0 or $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" and $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Gift") is 0>><<link "A gift from my master" "Bday Jerome Gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Jerome Gift" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Gift")>><<dark "Jerome's Gift" "Already seen">><<else>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Not in Jerome's Harem">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Eric Gift") is 0>><<link "Eric holds a bag" "Bday Eric Gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Eric Gift" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric's Gift" "Already seen">><</if>> | <<if $evaavoid is false and $leoavoid is false and $friendsevents.count("Bday EvaElla Gift") is 0>><<link "A duo takes me aside" "Bday EvaElla Gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday EvaElla Gift" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday EvaElla Gift")>><<dark "Eva's Gift" "Already seen">><<else>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Eva or Leo content denied">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Remote Prog") is 3 and $friendsevents.count("Bday Remote Resolved") is 0>><<link "Mya's Gift intensifies" "Bday Mya Gift Reward">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Remote Resolved" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Remote Resolved")>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Remote")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Remote Prog" 1>><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" and $friendsevents.count("Bday Mya Gift") is 0 or $thoughts.has("Mya Relationship") and $friendsevents.count("Bday Mya Gift") is 0>><<link "Mya sneaks into my bedroom" "Bday Mya Gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Mya Gift" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Mya Gift")>><<dark "Mya's Gift" "Already seen">><<else>><<dark "Mya's Gift" "Not in a relationship">><</if>> ''End the Party'' <div id='ending'><<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Eric Chastity Tease")>><<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo" or $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<link "Eric is about to leave" "Bday End Eric Transitional">><</link>><<else>><<link "End the night with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "leoonly">><<goto "Bday End Leo">><<elseif $relationship is "ellaonly">><<goto "Bday End Ella">><<elseif $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "Bday End Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "Bday End EricSamuel">><<else>><<replace "#ending">>Are you sure? <<link "Yes" "Bday End Alone">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</if>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Yara Kitchen") and $friendsevents.has("Bday Jasmin Opinion")>><<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem" or $relationship is "YaraHarem" or $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "evaleo" or $relationship is "JJThrouple" or $relationship is "evaonly" or $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<link "Only a few are left" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>><<else>><<link "End the night with my partner(s)">><<if $relationship is "leoonly">><<goto "Bday End Leo">><<elseif $relationship is "ellaonly">><<goto "Bday End Ella">><<elseif $relationship is "EricExclusive">><<goto "Bday End Eric">><<elseif $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<goto "Bday End EricSamuel">><<else>><<replace "#ending">>Are you sure? <<link "Yes" "Bday End Alone">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</if>><</link>><</if>><</if>></div></center>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<if $class.has("SUP Yara Denied")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday SUP Yara Talk" 1>><</if>> <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday SUP Yara Talk") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday SUP Yara Talk" 1>><<s Yara>>Hey <<print $name>>... Are you free to talk for a bit?<</s>> The athlete looked thoughtful as she leaned in with her question. <<s Author>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<light Yara>> thought for a bit, before saying: <<s Yara>>Let's have our talk in the kitchen instead?<</s>> There seemed to be a weight to this conversation, and I was about to find out why... <<link "Move along" "Yara SUP Talk">><</link>> <<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Jerome Yara Talk" 1>><<s Yara>>There's also the topic of Jerome...<</s>> <<s Author>>He's really been pulling all the stops on you, hasn't he?<</s>> I had seen it happen, but by now things have truly raised to a new level... <<s Yara>>Yes, and I don't know what to do about things. He's been a true pain in the ass...<</s>> There was truth to it, his insistence becoming overbearing... <div id='choices'><<link "I'm sure we can handle him">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sure we can handle him, together.<</s>> I announced to my close person, putting my hand on her shoulder in reassurance. <<s Yara>>I trust you.<</s>> Lots of trust to be placed on me, but I hoped I'd be up to standard. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<link "I think he will win">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... Unfortunately I think he will win.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>From the way we've been acting. From this most recent realization...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's only a matter of time, isn't it?<</s>> We were good as his... //And maybe tonight is when it all shifts?// <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I think he will win" "Maybe not, she's still her own person...">><</if>> <<if $relationship isnot "JeromeHarem" and $relationship isnot "MyaJerome Harem" and $relationship isnot "JJThrouple">><<dark "I'm kicking him out now" "He's my partner, why would I?">><<else>><<link "I'm kicking him out now">><<less "Jerome" 3>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Jerome Out" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm kicking him out now, actually.<</s>> I finally made that decision which had sat on the back of my mind since the beginning of the hangout. And now, I had finally found the courage to do so. Obviously, the man was frustrated by this evolution, but it had to be done somehow. //Finally, he won't be a dark spot on our evening!// <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <</if>>

<<if $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection")>>A dejected <<light Yara>> was there in the kitchen, looking all kinds of sad. Since the SUP interviews, I hadn't had a chance to talk to her. <<s Author>>Hey Yara... You good?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Yara>>Oh, eum... Yeah.<</s>> She was surprised by my appearance. <<s Yara>>I'm sorry about the SUP, you know, I...<</s>> <<s Author>>Nonesense darling. A thing of the past.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I could have made it work had you let me go in after.<</s>> She said with conviction. <<s Author>>Not worth it.<</s>> I simply shut it down. <<s Author>>Our future is ours.<</s>> She tried her best to give a smile, but struggled with it. I felt like there was something to be done about it, though I wasn't entirely certain what. Like this moment would forever define how she thinks of herself, me, and our entire relationship... <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Blacked")>><<s Yara>>You watched me do it, didn't you?<</s>> My partner asked me as I joined her in the kitchen, with no doubt as to what she was talking about. Just yesterday, I'd sneaked in on her and the principal, the man that would later leave an invitation for us. <<s Author>>It was too hot to ignore.<</s>> I said to her. She tired to hide her face. <<s Yara>>I had to do it.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you made it work. For us.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>there is no judgement here.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Really?<</s>> She looked worried. How could I judge her when she did it for me, for us? <<s Author>>You're more than amazing, my darling.<</s>> I said to her then, wanting to bring her reassurance. A short silence ensued. <<if $club.has("Yara Jamila Confrontation")>><<s Yara>>My mind took me back to my confrontation with Jamila.<</s>> She continued, <<s Yara>>And how our confrontation was a bit too much for me.<</s>> Her words were laced with heaviness, as I saw how my actions had continued to impact her, not only in pushing her to apply to the university, but also in introducing her to my clearly dominant and bottom-heavy black friend. <<s Yara>>I might have been too harsh on her then.<</s>> She admitted, words that I didn't imagine I'd hear from her that soon. <<else>><<s Yara>>I kind of liked it...<</s>> She admitted, a surprise to be hearing it landing over me. Her words were laced with heaviness, as I saw how my actions had continued to impact her, realizing that I had pushed her to talk to the man while knowing what to expect from it, and brought along this development.<</if>> I realized the importance of the moment on my partner's psyche, the power she was now giving me as I thought on what could be done to influence her decisions. The clear opportunity for influence, though the repercussions of it was still not entirely certain, especially with what was waiting for us in the other room... If I told her something about it, I could potentially change her entire outlook on things. I could finally solidify the character that I truly saw her as, knowing that it would continue to have repercussions on other people and how they saw her. A golden opportunity to influence my <<light Yara>> entirely once and for all. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation")>>A smiling <<light Yara>> was there in the kitchen, happily greeting me as she saw me walk in. <<s Yara>><<print $name>>!<</s>> She gave me a big hug. <<s Yara>>How do you like the party?<</s>> I was grateful for her, in this and many other things. <<s Author>>I'm lucky to have you.<</s>> I said to her, emotional. <<s Yara>>Better be ready for it for a long time too.<</s>> She quipped. <<s Yara>>We're crossing the ocean together, after all.<</s>> I smiled at that, knowing exactly what she meant with our acceptance to the SUP. <<s Author>>Worth it.<</s>> I was happy with our future, though there was still the topic of what had happened to discuss here. <<s Author>>How do you feel after it all?<</s>> <<if $class.has("SUP YaraCharacteringSub")>><<s Yara>>I didn't know I had that side to me, but it felt right to follow your lead like that.<</s>> She admitted then, a sense of understanding prevailing between us. I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. It was entirely aligned, and we were finally addressing it. If there was ever a perfectly opportune time to round out corners with my partner, it was now, as a gift for my birthday. I'd make sure to make it clear what the dynamics are between us.<<elseif $class.has("SUP YaraCharacteringDom")>><<s Yara>>It felt so nice to have you follow me so entirely.<</s>> She said, eager, <<s Yara>>Like a full alignment, finally.<</s>> She smiled at her statement, and I couldn't help but agree. I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. It was entirely aligned, and we were finally addressing it. If there was ever a perfectly opportune time to round out corners with my partner, it was now, as a gift for my birthday. I'd make sure to make it clear what the dynamics are between us.<<else>><<s Yara>>I feel entirely at peace.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>We did everything exactly right, and it's paid off big-time for us.<</s>> She was right, all of it was entirely well-aligned, and we both knew it. We'd reached our perfect balance, and we'd continue to explore that overseas.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation 2")>>The dominant woman smiled wide as she saw me walk into the kitchen, an excitement clearly present on her face as I smiled at her. <<s Yara>>We've made it through!<</s>> She was in a celebratory mood. <<s Author>>Yeah thanks for the birthday.<</s>> I said, seemingly not on the same page as her. <<s Yara>>No silly, I mean Eva and I, we're through to the university!<</s>> <<s Author>>I figured as such, congrats!<</s>> <<s Yara>>I love it when people listen to my guidance.<</s>> <<s Author>>You've got such a person in Eva!<</s>> It was obvious what the dynamics were there, and they were nice to see. The dominant woman knew what she wanted, and continued to receive it. <<s Author>>I'm proud of you.<</s>> I smiled at her, the news of her admission to the SUP a positive point in what was shaping up to be a fun birthday celebration. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation 3")>>Seeing my friend here in the kitchen, I couldn't help but remember the way she looked as she walked out of these SUP interviews, and the conversation I had with <<light Belle>> after. And I felt the need to approach her about that. <<s Author>>Yars!<</s>> I called out to her by her nickname, and realizing it was me that was talking to her, I saw a look of shame cross her eyes. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked her, worried for my friend. <<s Yara>>Yeah yeah... It's nothing.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Yara>>Happy birthday.<</s>> <<s Author>>Okay you've been acting weird since these SUP interviews. Is it true what Belle told me?<</s>> I was in need of an answer. My friend was hesitant. <<s Yara>>What did she tell you?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, you can trust me. It's been eating you up.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Yara>>No judgment?<</s>> She asked. I could see how this thing weighed on her, and I could feel just how much she needed a listening ear about it all. <<s Author>>I never did judge you, Yars.<</s>> My reassurance seemed to be influencing her positively, as she took her time to reorganize her thoughts before she spoke. <<s Yara>>I didn't want to face it entirely back then, but that interview was a lot.<</s>> Her admission was heartfelt, I could feel it. <<s Yara>>I thought it would be way simpler than that, that I'd go in, showcase my strengths, and get out.<</s>> She explained. <<s Yara>>But Belle had different plans.<</s>> I blushed at that statement, my conversation with our common friend still fresh in mind. <<s Author>>She told me stuff... Did you really do it?<</s>> The blush that the woman in front of me carried told me more than I expected, as I realized that no lies were told. <<s Yara>>Look he's pretty big and I did my best.<</s>> <<s Author>>And your best is more than enough, it seems.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>So why are you sad?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I liked it. A bit too much.<</s>> She explained. <<s Author>>I thought you were gay.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I thought so too, but something about the way Belle spoke, and about the way I just accepted the whole situation... I kind of was into it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Was it because of Belle or because of him?<</s>> I wanted to get to the bottom of it. <<s Yara>>Maybe both? I'm not sure.<</s>> <<if $club.has("Yara Jamila Confrontation")>><<s Yara>>My mind took me back to my confrontation with Jamila.<</s>> She continued, <<s Yara>>And how our confrontation was a bit too much for me.<</s>> Her words were laced with heaviness, as I saw how my actions had continued to impact her, not only in pushing her to apply to the university, but also in introducing her to my clearly dominant and bottom-heavy black friend. <<s Yara>>I might have been too harsh on her then.<</s>> She admitted, words that I didn't imagine I'd hear from her that soon. <<else>>Her words were laced with heaviness, as I saw how my actions had continued to impact her, realizing that I had pushed her to apply to the university, and brought along this development.<</if>> I realized the importance of the moment on my friend's psyche, the power she was now giving me as I thought on what could be done to influence her decisions. If I told her something about it, I could potentially change her entire outlook on things. I could finally solidify the character that I truly saw her as, knowing that it would continue to have repercussions on other people and how they saw her. A golden opportunity to influence my friend <<light Yara>> entirely once and for all, just like <<light Belle>> had. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection 2")>>My friend confidently smiled as I walked into the kitchen, a confidence that she carried undeniably. <<s Author>>Someone's in a positive mood, despite not being accepted at the university!<</s>> <<s Yara>>They had no sports program, of course I wouldn't go there!<</s>> She said with such clear confidence that I figured it only made sense. <<s Author>>I appreciate how you're not letting it have an effect on you.<</s>> I admitted to her. She continued simply smiling, and I could help but see true beauty in her eyes. She'd made her point, no matter the cost. <<s Author>>I'm proud of you Yara.<</s>> I reassured her. <<s Yara>>Hey it's your birthday! No need to gift ME compliments!<</s>> She shot back enthusiastically. I laughed at her statement, happy to see her here. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection 3")>>Seeing my friend here in the kitchen, I couldn't help but remember the way she looked as she walked out of these SUP interviews. And I felt the need to approach her about that. <<s Author>>Yars!<</s>> I called out to her by her nickname, and realizing it was me that was talking to her, I saw a look of shame cross her eyes. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked her, worried for my friend. <<s Yara>>Yeah yeah... It's nothing.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Okay you've been acting weird since these SUP interviews. What are you not telling me?<</s>> I was in need of an answer. My friend was hesitant. <<s Author>>Come on, you can trust me. It's been eating you up.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Yara>>No judgment?<</s>> She asked. I could see how this thing weighed on her, and I could feel just how much she needed a listening ear about it all. <<s Author>>I never did judge you, Yars.<</s>> My reassurance seemed to be influencing her positively, as she grabbed a seat, reorganizing her thoughts, taking her time before she spoke. <<s Yara>>I didn't want to face it entirely back then, but that interview was a lot.<</s>> Her admission was heartfelt, and I couldn't help but join my voice to hers. <<s Author>>Tell me about it!<</s>> I said, thinking back on my own applications. <<s Yara>>I thought it would be way simpler than that, that I'd go in, showcase my strengths, and get out.<</s>> She explained. <<if $yaracharacter is "Half Domme">><<s Yara>>I went in all confident, certain that there was nothing that would stand in my way.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And he... He kind of saw right through it all.<</s>> Her eyes were distant, like she was back in the room. In them, I could see the cracks in my dominant friend's demeanor. <<s Yara>>It was like everything I was doing was not enough for him, he said that I was faking it all.<</s>> She further spoke about her experience, a shiver in her face and a weakening in her voice. <<s Yara>>And I wavered in my confidence then.<</s>> <<if $springbreak.has("EvaYaraCouple")>><<s Yara>>Eva looked at me like I was a husk of my old self.<</s>> She further emphasized. <<s Yara>>And she tried to continue following my orders, to show that I was still the dominant in our relationship, but she was not as convinced anymore.<</s>> There was a clear pain, evidently brought along by the fact that her relationship had been hit by this entire thing. <<s Yara>>She eventually stopped trying, and continued listening to him, just like I was.<</s>><<else>><</if>> I could see how the situation looked like then, my friend waiting for the man's command, waiting for his guidance in all of this. <<s Yara>>He ordered me to kneel.<</s>> Her voice was shaking, her confidence entirely hit, <<s Yara>>And I immediately knelt in front of him.<</s>> I couldn't believe what I heard, as I imagined my dominant friend kneeling in front of the powerful man, the lesbian in her ashamed by the fact that she was being so submissive in front of a black man. It was oddly delectable, I realized. <<s Yara>>And as I knelt there, he berated me. Said that I'd never be good enough for him. That I'd never be progressive enough if I kept lying to myself about my true nature.<</s>> She seemed to be repeating his words again, inflicting pain onto herself right in front of me as I listened to her words. And I continued imagining her there, kneeling in front of the man, listening to his taunting, taking it in as absolute truth. <<s Yara>>That I was weak, that I didn't deserve the opportunity, that I didn't deserve his cock!<</s>> She said, the memory heavy on her mind. The words graphic. The emotions heavy. <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Submissive">><<s Yara>>I went in alone, thinking that it'd be interesting for him.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And he... He didn't like it at all.<</s>> Her eyes were distant, like she was back in the room. In them, I could see the submissiveness that she'd started to embrace. <<s Yara>>It was like he could see right through me, right through my previous fake self and into my current weak one.<</s>> She berated herself, a shiver in her face and a weakening in her voice. <<s Yara>>And I wavered in my confidence then.<</s>> I could see how the situation looked like then, my friend waiting for the man's command, waiting for his guidance in all of this. <<s Yara>>He ordered me to kneel.<</s>> Her voice was shaking, her confidence entirely hit, <<s Yara>>And I immediately knelt in front of him.<</s>> I couldn't believe what I heard, as I imagined my dominant friend kneeling in front of the powerful man, the lesbian in her ashamed by the fact that she was being so submissive in front of a black man. It was oddly delectable, I realized. <<s Yara>>And as I knelt there, he berated me. Said that I'd never be good enough for him. That I'd never be progressive enough if I kept lying to myself about my true nature.<</s>> She seemed to be repeating his words again, inflicting pain onto herself right in front of me as I listened to her words. And I continued imagining her there, kneeling in front of the man, listening to his taunting, taking it in as absolute truth. <<s Yara>>That I was weak, that I didn't deserve the opportunity, that I didn't deserve his cock!<</s>> She said, the memory heavy on her mind. The words graphic. The emotions heavy. <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<s Yara>>I went in alone, thinking that it'd be interesting for him.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And he... He didn't like it at all.<</s>> Her eyes were distant, like she was back in the room. In them, I could see the submissiveness that she'd started to embrace. <<s Yara>>It was like he could see right through me, right through my previous fake self and into my current weak one.<</s>> She berated herself, a shiver in her face and a weakening in her voice. <<s Yara>>And I wavered in my confidence then.<</s>> I could see how the situation looked like then, my friend waiting for the man's command, waiting for his guidance in all of this. <<s Yara>>He ordered me to kneel.<</s>> Her voice was shaking, her confidence entirely hit, <<s Yara>>And I immediately knelt in front of him. I'm so submissive, and I couldn't deny the man. I wanted to do that to him. To the dominant man that he was.<</s>> My friend's submissive bisexuality was getting the better of her, and I felt thrilled as I heard that my once dominant, lesbian friend was willingly kneeling in front of a black man, and was openly admitting to this fact to me. It was oddly delectable, I realized. <<s Yara>>And as I knelt there, he berated me. Said that I'd never be good enough for him. That I'd never be progressive enough if I kept lying to myself about my true nature.<</s>> She seemed to be repeating his words again, inflicting pain onto herself right in front of me as I listened to her words. And I continued imagining her there, kneeling in front of the man, listening to his taunting, taking it in as absolute truth. <<s Yara>>That I was weak, that I didn't deserve the opportunity, that I didn't deserve his cock!<</s>> She said, the memory heavy on her mind. The words graphic. The emotions heavy. <<s Yara>>And I realized then, as I knelt in front of the man, that I needed it... That his cock was actually interesting to me. That I was actually hoping that I might see it...<</s>> She hesitantly recalled, her voice heavy with need, her demeanor changed into a more... Sultry disposition. <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<s Yara>>I went in alone, thinking that it'd be interesting for him.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And he... He didn't like it at all.<</s>> Her eyes were distant, like she was back in the room. In them, I could see the submissiveness that she'd started to embrace. <<s Yara>>It was like he could see right through me, right through my previous fake self and into my current weak one.<</s>> She berated herself, a shiver in her face and a weakening in her voice. <<s Yara>>And I wavered in my confidence then.<</s>> I could see how the situation looked like then, my friend waiting for the man's command, waiting for his guidance in all of this. <<s Yara>>He ordered me to kneel.<</s>> Her voice was shaking, her confidence entirely hit, <<s Yara>>And I immediately knelt in front of him. I'm not submissive, but I couldn't deny the man. I kind of wanted to do that to him. To the man that he was.<</s>> My friend's bisexuality was getting the better of her, and I felt thrilled as I heard that my once dominant, lesbian friend was willingly kneeling in front of a black man, and was openly admitting to this fact to me. It was oddly delectable, I realized. <<s Yara>>And as I knelt there, he berated me. Said that I'd never be good enough for him. That I'd never be progressive enough if I kept lying to myself about my true nature.<</s>> She seemed to be repeating his words again, inflicting pain onto herself right in front of me as I listened to her words. And I continued imagining her there, kneeling in front of the man, listening to his taunting, taking it in as absolute truth. <<s Yara>>That I was weak, that I didn't deserve the opportunity, that I didn't deserve his cock!<</s>> She said, the memory heavy on her mind. The words graphic. The emotions heavy. <<s Yara>>And I realized then, as I knelt in front of the man, that I needed it... That his cock was actually interesting to me. That I was actually hoping that I might see it...<</s>> She hesitantly recalled, her voice heavy with need, her demeanor changed into a more... Sultry disposition.<<else>><<s Yara>>I went in alone, thinking that it'd be interesting for him.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And he... He didn't like it at all.<</s>> Her eyes were distant, like she was back in the room. In them, I could see the submissiveness that she'd started to embrace. <<s Yara>>It was like he could see right through me, right through my previous fake self and into my current weak one.<</s>> She berated herself, a shiver in her face and a weakening in her voice. <<s Yara>>And I wavered in my confidence then.<</s>> I could see how the situation looked like then, my friend waiting for the man's command, waiting for his guidance in all of this. <<s Yara>>He ordered me to kneel.<</s>> Her voice was shaking, her confidence entirely hit, <<s Yara>>And I don't know what came over me. I immediately knelt in front of him.<</s>> I couldn't believe what I heard, as I imagined my once dominant friend kneeling in front of the powerful man, the lesbian in her ashamed by the fact that she was being so submissive in front of a black man. It was oddly delectable, I realized. <<s Yara>>And as I knelt there, he berated me. Said that I'd never be good enough for him. That I'd never be progressive enough if I kept lying to myself about my true nature.<</s>> She seemed to be repeating his words again, inflicting pain onto herself right in front of me as I listened to her words. My friend had long tried to be more welcoming, to shed away the walls that she'd built around herself, and she was now faced with a heavy character as soon as she did. I continued imagining her there, kneeling in front of the man, listening to his taunting, taking it in as absolute truth. <<s Yara>>That I was weak, that I didn't deserve the opportunity, that I didn't deserve his cock!<</s>> She said, the memory heavy on her mind. The words graphic. The emotions heavy.<</if>> <<if $club.has("Yara Jamila Confrontation")>><<s Yara>>My mind took me back to my confrontation with Jamila.<</s>> She continued, <<s Yara>>And how our confrontation was a bit too much for me.<</s>> Her words were laced with heaviness, as I saw how my actions had continued to impact her, not only in pushing her to apply to the university, but also in introducing her to my clearly dominant and bottom-heavy black friend. <<s Yara>>I might have been too harsh on her then.<</s>> She admitted, words that I didn't imagine I'd hear from her that soon. <<else>>Her words were laced with heaviness, as I saw how my actions had continued to impact her, realizing that I had pushed her to apply to the university, and brought along this development.<</if>> I realized the importance of the moment on my friend's psyche, the power she was now giving me as I thought on what could be done to influence her decisions. If I told her something about it, I could potentially change her entire outlook on things. I could finally solidify the character that I truly saw her as, knowing that it would continue to have repercussions on other people and how they saw her. A golden opportunity to influence my friend <<light Yara>> entirely once and for all.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $class.has("SUP Yara Blacked")>>We both needed closure. <<link "You might be a bisexual submissive after all.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If you liked it that much... Then maybe you do belong on your knees sucking off black men.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I don't know if that was an insult, but it did turn me on even more...<</s>> Her admission was all that was needed. She belongs. <<s Author>>The simple fact that you do like it says something about you, does it not?<</s>> I teased her with a sly laugh. <<s Yara>>It does.<</s>> Her admission was absolutely beautiful. Finally, no more holdbacks, <<light Yara>> was complete. And I knew that carried positive news for what would come next, regardless of how intense the situation will be. She'd found her place. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">> <<link "Did you like it enough to change who you are?">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's in your hands, Yara.<</s>> I said to her then, <<s Author>>Did you like it enough to change who you are?<</s>> <<if $yarasub gte 7 or $yarabbc gte 5>><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">>She seemed to give it some legitimate thought, before deciding to speak up: <<s Yara>>It felt right. More than right, like something that I'd wanted - needed - to do for a very long time. Fulfilled.<</s>> I smiled, realizing that she'd made the last step towards full acceptance, of her own volition. I had guided her this far, and put things in her hand, and she'd struck the iron while it's hot. Me feeling hot too in the moment was just an added positive.<<else>><<set $yaracharacter to "Full Domme">>After a moment of deep thinking, <<light Yara>> expressions seemed to solidify, a heavy decision finally made. <<s Yara>>I don't think it's for me, actually.<</s>> She explained, <<s Yara>>I only did it because it was the right thing to do to get us through, but it didn't have that deep impact on me.<</s>> I nodded, seeing that her convictions were still there. <<s Yara>>I'm still the lesbian domme I always was, and this one event does not change that.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was now consciously dominant, and just as much of a lesbian as the first day I met her. Finally she's ready to embrace it entirely.<</if>> <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Puts the choice in her hands (stats)">> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation")>><<if $class.has("SUP YaraCharacteringDom")>><<link "You're a true dominant, Yara">><<set $yaracharacter to "Full Domme">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It felt right to follow your lead, Yara.<</s>> I said, remembering how the entire thing felt, <<s Author>>You're a true dominant.<</s>> Her smile was wide. <<s Yara>>I already knew that.<</s>> She tried to hide just how much it meant for me to have said that to her. <<s Yara>>But thank you.<</s>> Something felt truly nice about showing that kind of respect to her. It felt right to continue to build on her self-esteem, and I was quite certain that the party would continue to give us opportunities for it. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">><<elseif $yarasub lte 10 and $yarabbc lte 6>><<link "You're a true dominant, Yara">><<set $yaracharacter to "Full Domme">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're obviously a dominant lesbian captain, Yara. And an application is not needed to prove it.<</s>> I said, keen on making her feel good about herself. She smiled at me. <<s Yara>>I already knew that.<</s>> She tried to hide just how much it meant for me to have said that to her. <<s Yara>>But thank you.<</s>> Something felt truly nice about showing that kind of respect to her. It felt right to continue to build on her self-esteem, and I was quite certain that the party would continue to give us opportunities for it. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">><<else>><<dark "You're a true dominant, Yara" "Nothing to prove it">><</if>> <<if $class.has("SUP YaraCharacteringSub")>><<link "You're a submissive bisexual, and that's clear!">><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with embracing your true nature entirely, Yara.<</s>> I said to her, wanting to finally nip things in the bud. <<s Author>>You're very simply submissive, and that's that.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>And you obviously love cock.<</s>> The way she looked with her lips wrapped around that member, there was no denying that it was her rightful place. I wanted her to see it, and hoped she'd finally admit it to herself. So when the words came, they brought me clear joy. <<s Yara>>I'm a submissive bisexual, and I kind of like it.<</s>> I smiled at the admission. Finally, <<light Yara>> is being true to herself. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">><<elseif $yarasub gte 10 or $yarabbc gte 6>><<link "You're a submissive bisexual, clearly.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with embracing your true nature entirely, Yara.<</s>> I said to her, wanting to finally nip things in the bud. <<s Author>>You're very simply submissive, and that's that.<</s>> I wanted her to see it, and hoped she'd finally admit it to herself. So when the words came, they brought me clear joy. <<s Yara>>I'm a submissive bisexual, and I kind of like it.<</s>> I smiled at the admission. Finally, <<light Yara>> is being true to herself. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">><<else>><<dark "You're a submissive bisexual, clearly." "Nothing to prove it">><</if>> <<link "You know yourself best, what are you?">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You know yourself best, Yara. Through it all, you should start accepting it entirely. No need to deny it.<</s>> I was keen on finally having her admit it, on finally listening to the words that she'd long held back on. <<if $yarasub gte 7 or $yarabbc gte 5>><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<s Yara>>I have to admit, I'm a submissive bisexual.<</s>> Finally, there was no hiding for <<light Yara>> anymore. <<s Author>>Yes, you are.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And it kind of turns me on to admit it.<</s>> What beautiful alignment. I knew that our adventures together would grow even more explorative and confident, now that she's embraced her sexuality in all its facets.<<else>><<set $yaracharacter to "Full Domme">><<s Yara>>I'm a full on lesbian dominant, and I'm sure people will learn their true places underneath me, one way or another.<</s>> She said with clear confidence, and a confidence that silently turned me on. <<s Author>>Yes, that's it.<</s>> I could only encourage that newfound alignment, that clear statement, that final threshold crossed. She deserved that control, and I'd continue to help her through it. It felt right.<</if>> I already looked forward to it all. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Puts the choice in her hands (stats)">> <<link "Labels are outdated, you're a good person.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Romantic">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Does it matter what label you put to yourself?<</s>> I asked her pointedly. <<s Author>>You're yourself, you're a good person, and that's all that matters.<</s>> She allowed herself to embrace the soft smile that was starting to form on her lips, finally comforted in ways words could not describe. <<s Yara>>You're absolutely right.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Yara>>Control or submission or black and white... None of it matters.<</s>> Finally, true alignment outside of societal constraints. I've been looking for that in <<light Yara>> for so long, and I felt grateful it happened on my birthday. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection")>><<link "Maybe embracing bisexual submissiveness is the way to go after all.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe had we embraced our true colors we'd have seen success in the first place...<</s>> I spoke with hesitation, more to myself. But she latched onto the thought with such intensity, I knew she'd been entertaining it for long before. <<s Yara>>I know what I am, but I never dared admit it.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with it.<</s>> I reassured her, <<s Author>>Claim it.<</s>> She bit her lip, struggling for but a moment, before finally taking the dive. <<s Yara>>I'm a submissive bisexual, and that's okay.<</s>> <<s Author>>Enough fight?<</s>> I asked her, wanting that final crossing to take place. <<s Yara>>Yes.<</s>> Full alignment, <<light Yara>> was finally showing her true colors. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">> <<link "Labels are outdated, you're a good person.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Romantic">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, Yara. Labels are outdated. You're a good person and that's all that matters.<</s>> I said to her, keen on having her realize it outside of the relationship we held. She allowed herself to embrace the soft smile that was starting to form on her lips, finally comforted in ways words could not describe. <<s Yara>>You're absolutely right.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Yara>>Control or submission or black and white... None of it matters.<</s>> Finally, true alignment outside of societal constraints. I've been looking for that in <<light Yara>> for so long, and I felt grateful it happened on my birthday. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation 3")>><<link "Maybe you need to revise who you truly are. Maybe you've always been a bisexual submissive.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe you need to revise who you truly are.<</s>> I said to her, seeing her nnod along in agreement, <<s Author>>You've always been a bisexual submissive, and fought against it.<</s>> She seemed to hold her breath at that, as I did mine. Then she said those sweet words of admission. <<s Yara>>You're right. I am.<</s>> <<s Author>>If you liked it that much... Then maybe you do belong on your knees sucking off black men.<</s>> I added. <<s Yara>>I don't know if that was an insult, but it did turn me on even more...<</s>> Her admission was all that was needed. She belongs. <<s Author>>The simple fact that you do like it says something about you, does it not?<</s>> I teased her with a sly laugh. <<s Yara>>It does.<</s>> Her admission was absolutely beautiful. Finally, no more holdbacks, <<light Yara>> was complete. I smiled at the statement, urging her to say it all entirely. <<s Author>>Say it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm a submissive bisexual, and that's okay.<</s>> <<s Author>>Enough fight?<</s>> I asked her, wanting that final crossing to take place. <<s Yara>>Yes.<</s>> Full alignment, <<light Yara>> was finally showing her true colors. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection 3") or $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection 2")>><<link "Maybe you need to revise who you truly are. Maybe you've always been a bisexual submissive.">><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe you need to revise who you truly are.<</s>> I said to her, seeing her nnod along in agreement, <<s Author>>You've always been a bisexual submissive, and fought against it.<</s>> She seemed to hold her breath at that, as I did mine. Then she said those sweet words of admission. <<s Yara>>You're right. I am.<</s>> I smiled at the statement, urging her to say it all entirely. <<s Author>>Say it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm a submissive bisexual, and that's okay.<</s>> <<s Author>>Enough fight?<</s>> I asked her, wanting that final crossing to take place. <<s Yara>>Yes.<</s>> Full alignment, <<light Yara>> was finally showing her true colors. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">> <<if $yarasub lte 7>><<link "You've always been confident Yara. Dominant Yara. Stop losing yourself!">><<set $yaracharacter to "Full Domme">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Snap out of it.<</s>> I said to her then, <<s Author>>You've always been a confident, dominant woman. Stop losing yourself.<</s>> The haze that had landed on her, considering what she could do and trying to find out what was the right next step, disappeared, as <<light Yara>> seemed to want a nudge in the right direction. <<s Yara>>I am a fucking domme, and that's true.<</s>> She said with such intensity that I felt kind of proud. <<s Yara>>Imma show everyone who's in control.<</s>> Her confidence was nice to see. Finally, <<light Yara>> no longer had any fight in her, she'd become true to her dominant self. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Yara will embrace this part">><<else>><<dark "You've always been confident Yara. Dominant Yara. Stop losing yourself!" "Too late for that, she's a shell of her old self.">><</if>> <<else>> <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<else>><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><</if>><</link>><<else>><<link "Another topic arises" "Bday Yara Conversation">><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<else>><<set $yaracharacter to "Sub Bisex">><</if>><</link>><</if>><</if>></div>

<<if $friendsevents.has("SUP Leo Denied")>>My friend was seated there, thinking on one of the latest classes we'd had, when we were to apply to the visiting university. <<s Author>>So, any doubts about your decision?<</s>> I had a job in convincing my friend not to apply to the university. <<s Leo>>Though I found it weird that you stopped me from applying and did so yourself, none. I'm happy right where I am.<</s>> I was happy - and relieved - to see I'd had a positive impact on my friends' lives, especially in this special day celebrating me. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Harem Rejected")>><<light Ella>> seemed really sad about the development of our last class, and how I didn't stand up for her with <<light Yara>>. <<s Ella>>I understand that you're too weak to stand up to her, but it's seriously messed up that you'd leave me to dry like that. I could have found a solution to it, and not ended up all on my own at the last second.<</s>> She explaiend her point of view, and I felt shame over the fact that I hadn't defended her stronger. <<s Ella>>I don't know what it is, maybe it's some sort of way for you to remove competition for your prom queen thing, but seriously, I got screwed over, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She left me behind, trying to deal with the repercussions of my actions, realizing that I messed up big time with this development. <<light Yara>> had made her order, and I had followed without thought. Was I too submissive to have any opinion anymore? //Did I even deserve to think of myself as worthy of being queen at this point??// My shame was all too present, complete. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Harem")>><<light Ella>> seemed really excited about the development of our latest class, and how things evolved with <<light Yara>> and the harem. <<s Ella>>I'm so grateful you were able to help me, <<print $name>>! You truly are a great friend!<</s>> I was equally happy to know that if we so choose, her, me, <<light Eva>>, <<light Yara>>, and whoever else was accepted can share a continued future together overseas. It was enticing to think of that as a potential future for all of us. <<s Author>>I wouldn't want it any other way.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>As I'm sure you had a lot of fun doing it with us.<</s>> She seemed thoughtful at that. <<s Ella>>The most fun in a very long time.<</s>> There was deep honesty in her voice, and it felt nice to hear. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eric")>><<s Leo>>I truly believed we had a chance with Eric...<</s>> My friend didn't seem too sad about the outcome of our encounter with the professor that had denied us access to his university. <<s Author>>I thought so too.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Leo>>Though the things he said to Eric were kind of hurtful.<</s>> There was truth to these words. <<s Leo>>And to me.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're stronger than that though.<</s>> I tried to reassure my friend, who smiled at me. <<s Leo>>I am. Will you make sure Eric's okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm grateful for Eric. Putting on a brave face despite all we've been through and organizing that party. He deserves kindness.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>You're lucky to have him.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know.<</s>> I hugged my friend, happy about the way things have continued to develop between us. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Alone")>><<if $leocharacter is "masculine">><<light Leo>> was not looking his best as I approached him, a sense of oddity rising through him. <<s Author>>All good, Leo?<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Leo>>Guess I shouldn't have listened to you and brought someone along.<</s>> He said, looking somewhat frustrated. <<s Author>>I'm sorry I misled you, it was not my intention...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> I felt sad for my friend. <<if $class.has("SUP Rejected")>><<s Author>>If it's any consolation, I didn't get in either.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>They don't deserve us.<</s>> He winked at me, despite his emotions still being dealt with. It would take a while, but we'd get there eventually, I hoped.<<else>><<s Author>>I'm sorry to hear about this, Leo.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>They don't deserve me.<</s>> He winked at me, despite his emotions still being dealt with. It would take a while, but he'd get there eventually, I hoped.<</if>> <<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>> was not looking her best as I approached her, a sense of oddity rising through her. <<s Author>>All good, Ella?<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Leo>>Guess I shouldn't have listened to you and brought someone along.<</s>> She said, looking somewhat frustrated. <<s Author>>I'm sorry I misled you, it was not my intention...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> I felt sad for my friend. <<if $class.has("SUP Rejected")>><<s Author>>If it's any consolation, I didn't get in either.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Leo>>They don't deserve us.<</s>> She winked at me, despite her emotions still being dealt with. It would take a while, but we'd get there eventually, I hoped.<<else>><<s Author>>I'm sorry to hear about this, Ella.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Leo>>They don't deserve me.<</s>> She winked at me, despite her emotions still being dealt with. It would take a while, but he'd get there eventually, I hoped.<</if>> <<else>><<light Alex>> was not looking his best as I approached them, a sense of oddity rising through them. <<s Author>>All good, Alex?<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Leo>>Guess I shouldn't have listened to you and brought someone along.<</s>> They said, looking somewhat frustrated. <<s Author>>I'm sorry I misled you, it was not my intention...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> I felt sad for my friend. <<if $class.has("SUP Rejected")>><<s Author>>If it's any consolation, I didn't get in either.<</s>> I said to them. <<s Leo>>They don't deserve us.<</s>> They winked at me, despite their emotions still being dealt with. It would take a while, but we'd get there eventually, I hoped.<<else>><<s Author>>I'm sorry to hear about this, Alex.<</s>> I said to them. <<s Leo>>They don't deserve me.<</s>> They winked at me, despite their emotions still being dealt with. It would take a while, but he'd get there eventually, I hoped.<</if>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Julio")>>As I approached my friend on this day to see how he was doing, he announced some important news, realizing that he was on a video call with his black, masculine counterpart, <<light Julio>>. <<s Leo>>I got in! I'm accepted!<</s>> <<light Leo>> was giddy with excitement, following it with a big hug to me. The smile on that other person's face was just as wide. <<s Author>>Oh wow that's great to hear! What happened?<</s>> <<s Leo>>We had to kiss, and I had to be more... accepting of my partner. But we made it through!<</s>> He said, brushing over the fact that they kissed just like that. <<s Author>>Wait what?<</s>> I was stunned, confused, intrigued. <<s Julio>>They wanted to be convinced we were actually queer, and well... One thing led to another, and we just started kissing there in our interview to prove a point. Leo's actually a great kisser.<</s>> The attractive black man spoke with appreciation, and I could see a spark between the two of them, even through the phone. <<s Leo>>Don't sell yourself short! You knew what you were doing!<</s>> My friend shot back, looking at him with a sense of admiration. And I could see that innate compatibility between the two of them as they smiled to each other. <<s Julio>>You're a great follower, darling.<</s>> My friend blushed at the compliment, a sweet image. As I looked at them both, I could see the beautiful energy between them, and a part of me acknowledging that I'd seen it earlier. <div id='choices'><<link "You guys make a great couple">><<pickup $class "LeoJulioCouple" 1>><<if $springbreak.count("Leo1 Julio") is 0>><<pickup $springbreak "LeoJulioCouple" 1>><</if>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You guys make a great couple.<</s>> I decided to interject then, looking at the way they were eyeing each other. <<if $springbreak.has("Leo1 Julio")>><<s Julio>>We know.<</s>> The black man said.<<else>> <<s Julio>>You think so?<</s>> The black hot guy asked, still looking at his "fake" partner. <<s Author>>Yeah.<</s>> <<light Leo>> also gave a nod, a double meaning as he seemed to be agreeing to more... And he was. Right there, in front of me, I watched them smile at one another.<</if>> Had <<light Julio>> been here, there was no doubt what kind of scene I'd be seeing. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-masc-kiss2.jpg">> I was happy to see my friend celebrate his success like that, a mere suggestion now turned into a true relationship between the two of them, close and now even closer. I smiled, appreciating my input in this new development. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "They would end up together!">> <<link "I'm proud of you guys.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm so proud of you guys!<</s>> I interjected as I went in to hug <<light Leo>> once more. <<s Leo>>Couldn't have done it without you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My social butterfly said, hugging me back with care. <<s Julio>>Yeah thanks! Sweden's gonna be awesome for Leo!<</s>> <<light Julio>> joined his voice to his. <<s Leo>>You won't go?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Nah, did it for you.<</s>> The black man said uncommitedly. I smiled at them both as we separated, glad to have helped my friends through this, but intrigued at <<light Julio>>'s altruism and decision. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eva")>>As I approached my friends on their couch to see how they were doing, they announced some important news with enthusiasm. <<s Leo>>I got in! I'm accepted!<</s>> <<light Ella>> was giddy with excitement, hand hooked around the person she'd applied with, <<light Eva>>. The smile on that other person's face was just as wide. <<s Author>>Oh wow that's great to hear! What happened?<</s>> <<s Leo>>We had to kiss, and show how much we cared about one another. But we made it through!<</s>> <<light Leo>> said, brushing over the fact that they kissed just like that. <<s Author>>Naughty!<</s>> I said to her happily. <<s Eva>>They wanted to be convinced we were actually queer, and well... One thing led to another, and we just started kissing there in our interview to prove a point.<</s>><<light Eva>> was blushing a bit, as I realized the importance of that development for not only their realtionship, but her sexual orientation's expression as well, <<s Eva>>Ella's actually a great kisser.<</s>> <<light Ella>> blushed at the compliment, and was quick to reply. <<s Leo>>Don't sell yourself short! You knew what you were doing!<</s>> She shot back enthusiastically. And I could see that innate compatibility between the two of them as they smiled to each other. <<s Ellis>>You really knew how to lead, Leo.<</s>> My nerdy friend shyly said, painting just as shy a reaction on <<light Ella>>'s face. As I looked at them both, I could see the clear compatibility between them, a beautifully crafted couple between two pure souls. <div id='choices'><<link "You guys make a great couple">><<pickup $class "EvaEllaCouple" 1>><<if $springbreak.count("EvaEllaCouple") is 0>><<pickup $springbreak "EvaEllaCouple" 1>><</if>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You guys make a great couple.<</s>> I decided to interject then, looking at the way they were eyeing each other. <<s Eva>>You think so?<</s>> The nerd hottie asked, still looking at her "fake" partner. <<s Author>>Yeah.<</s>> <<light Ella>> also gave a nod, a double meaning as she seemed to be agreeing to more... And she was. Right there, in front of me, I watched as <<light Eva>> leaned in, matched by <<light Ella>>'s energy. The two newfound lovers were suddenly making out in front of me, a beautiful sight to witness. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> I was happy to see my friends celebrate their success like that, a mere suggestion now turned into a true relationship between the two of them, close and now even closer. I smiled, appreciating my input in this new development, glad that it eventually happened even after Spring Break. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "They would end up together, if they're not already!">> <<link "I'm proud of you guys.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm so proud of you guys!<</s>> I interjected as I went in to hug them both, received by open arms. <<s Leo>>Couldn't have done it without you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My social butterfly said, hugging me back with care. <<s Eva>>Yeah thanks! Sweden's gonna be awesome!<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined her voice to <<light Ella>>'s, before adding: <<s Eva>>If my parents allow me to go.<</s>> I smiled at them both as we separated, glad to have helped my friends through this, and hoping that <<light Eva>>'s issues with her parents would eventually subside. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Ellis")>>As I approached my friend on this day to see how they were doing, they announced some important news, realizing that they were on a video call with their non-binary counterpart <<light Ellis>>. <<s Leo>>I got in! I'm accepted!<</s>> They were giddy with excitement, as they gave me a huge hug. The smile on that other person's face was just as wide. <<s Author>>Oh wow that's great to hear! What happened?<</s>> <<s Leo>>We had to kiss, and I had to be more... accepting of my partner. But we made it through!<</s>> They said, brushing over the fact that they kissed just like that. <<s Author>>Wait what?<</s>> I was stunned, confused, intrigued. <<s Ellis>>They wanted to be convinced we were actually queer, and well... One thing led to another, and we just started kissing there in our interview to prove a point. Alex's actually a good kisser.<</s>> The non-binary person spoke with appreciation, and I could see a spark between the two of them, event through the held device. <<s Leo>>Don't sell yourself short! You knew what you were doing!<</s>> My friend shot back, looking at them with more understanding. And I could see that innate compatibility between the two of them as they smiled to each other. <<s Ellis>>You're equally good at leading and following, darling.<</s>> My friend blushed at the compliment, a sweet image. As I looked at them both, I could see the clear energy between them, and a part of me felt weird not to have noticed it earlier. <div id='choices'><<link "You guys make a great couple">><<pickup $class "Alex Ellis Couple" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You guys make a great couple.<</s>> I decided to interject then, looking at the way they were eyeing each other. <<s Ellis>>You think so?<</s>> The non-binary hottie asked, still looking at their "fake" partner. <<s Author>>Yeah.<</s>> <<light Alex>> also gave a nod, a double meaning as they seemed to be agreeing to more... And they were. Had <<light Ellis>> been physically present, I knew already what to expect from the two of them. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">> I was happy to see my friend celebrate their success like that, a mere suggestion now turned into a true relationship between the two of them, close and now even closer. I smiled, appreciating my input in this new development. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "They would end up together!">> <<link "I'm proud of you guys.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm so proud of you guys!<</s>> I interjected as I went in to hug them both, received by open arms. <<s Alex>>Couldn't have done it without you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My social butterfly said, hugging me back with care. <<s Ellis>>Yeah thanks! Sweden's gonna be awesome!<</s>> <<light Ellis>> joined their voice to theirs. I smiled at them both as we separated, glad to have helped my friends through this. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Me")>><<if $leocharacter is "masculine">>My friend looked worriedly at me as I approached him, his mind no wonder still with the things that had happened earlier this week during the SUP applications process. <<s Leo>><<print $name>>... I don't understand what happened.<</s>> He admitted to me, a lot of the information still lost on him. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Accepted")>><<s Leo>>I'm kicked off and you're left behind, and yet I still am accepted at the university...<</s>> I felt relieved to find out that crucial piece of information, not knowing how I'd ever forgive myself over him not receiving the scholarship to the university because of my actions. <<s Author>>I did what needed to be done.<</s>> I admitted to him, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions.<<else>><<s Leo>>I'm suddenly kicked off, and you're left behind, and I receive a rejection, just like that.<</s>> He claimed, <<s Leo>>Bekham's an asshole.<</s>> His observation, while flawed, was well in point when it came to the information he was working with, stress landing on me as I found it hard to reconcile with the fact that he had been denied an opportunity to a good university because of me and my choices. Granted, after this encounter I knew that the university was not a fit for him, but I hoped that he wouldn't push that button too hard...<</if>> That hope was quickly squashed. <<s Leo>>What happened there? Why is Bekham acting like that?<</s>> His curiosity was clear, putting me in a hard spot, as I thought of what my partner had told me about this whole thing, about the possessiveness with which he spoke... <div id='choices'><<if $Leo gte 60>><<link "Tell him about my secret relationship">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo knows about Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We're dating.<</s>> I admitted to my friend, a weight slowly lifting off my chest. <<s Author>>Bekham and I... We're dating.<</s>> I clarified further, receiving a surprised, open jaw from my friend. <<s Leo>>But... But...<</s>> <<s Author>>And he got jealous over me applying without him, wanted to surprise me and everything.<</s>> I explained. <<s Leo>>That's... wrong.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>You don't know what it's like, being with him, but I like it. It feels safe.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I can't claim to know any of what this all feels or looks like.<</s>> He admitted, <<s Leo>>But I respect your choice...<</s>> He looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>I can see myself being into him...<</s>> He was seeing things a bit more openly. <<s Author>>The charisma...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Exactly.<</s>> He admitted to me. I smiled, a sense of relief washing over me as I saw recognition in my friend's eyes. It felt good not to hide it anymore. <<s Leo>>And now that I know who you're with, I understand why you're glowing too!<</s>> He said to me then. I smiled even further at that, truly enjoying the relationship I had with my adult partner. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Tell him about my secret relationship" "Not close enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "I wish I knew what that was about (Lie)">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo suspiscious about Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I wish I knew what that was about.<</s>> I lied to him, not wanting to share any more. <<s Leo>>You were there with them. You must have heard something.<</s>> Not only did I hear stuff, I also did stuff, stuff that I truly enjoyed. But <<light Leo>> would know none of them. Not today, not ever. <<s Author>>I wish I could help you more Leo, I truly do.<</s>> I said unconvincingly. <<s Leo>>And I wish I could believe you.<</s>> He said back, a certain tension rising between us. While my friend has always had my back, I did feel a certain sense of heaviness at this interaction, hoping that I'd one day be able to reveal it all, but afraid of his reaction and mood from then on. //Can't really be helped, can it?// <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>My friend looked worriedly at me as I approached her, her mind no wonder still with the things that had happened earlier this week during the SUP applications process. <<s Leo>><<print $name>>... I don't understand what happened.<</s>> She admitted to me, a lot of the information still lost on her. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Accepted")>><<s Leo>>I'm kicked off and you're left behind, and yet I still am accepted at the university...<</s>> I felt relieved to find out that crucial piece of information, not knowing how I'd ever forgive myself over her not receiving the scholarship to the university because of my actions. <<s Author>>I did what needed to be done.<</s>> I admitted to her, hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions.<<else>><<s Leo>>I'm suddenly kicked off, and you're left behind, and I receive a rejection, just like that.<</s>> She claimed, <<s Leo>>Bekham's an asshole.<</s>> Her observation, while flawed, was well in point when it came to the information she was working with, stress landing on me as I found it hard to reconcile with the fact that she had been denied an opportunity to a good university because of me and my choices. Granted, after this encounter I knew that the university was not a fit for her, but I hoped that she wouldn't push that button too hard...<</if>> That hope was quickly squashed. <<s Leo>>What happened there? Why is Bekham acting like that?<</s>> Her curiosity was clear, putting me in a hard spot, as I thought of what my partner had told me about this whole thing, about the possessiveness with which he spoke... <div id='choices'><<if $Leo gte 60>><<link "Tell her about my secret relationship">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo knows about Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We're dating.<</s>> I admitted to my friend, a weight slowly lifting off my chest. <<s Author>>Bekham and I... We're dating.<</s>> I clarified further, receiving a surprised, open jaw from my friend. <<s Leo>>But... But...<</s>> <<s Author>>And he got jealous over me applying without him, wanted to surprise me and everything.<</s>> I explained. <<s Leo>>That's... wrong.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>You don't know what it's like, being with him, but I like it. It feels safe.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I can't claim to know any of what this all feels or looks like.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Leo>>But I respect your choice...<</s>> She looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>I can see myself being into him...<</s>> She was seeing things a bit more openly, and I was surprised to see her slightly, imperceptibly almost, lick her lips. <<s Author>>The charisma...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Exactly.<</s>> She admitted to me, a slight, soft blush appearing on her face. I smiled, a sense of relief washing over me as I saw recognition in my friend's eyes. It felt good not to hide it anymore. <<s Leo>>And now that I know who you're with, I understand why you're glowing too!<</s>> She said to me then. I smiled even further at that, truly enjoying the relationship I had with my adult partner, and allowing my imagination to roam a bit as I saw her reaction to the news... <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Tell her about my secret relationship" "Not close enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "I wish I knew what that was about (Lie)">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo suspiscious about Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I wish I knew what that was about.<</s>> I lied to her, not wanting to share any more. <<s Leo>>You were there with them. You must have heard something.<</s>> Not only did I hear stuff, I also did stuff, stuff that I truly enjoyed. But <<light Ella>> would know none of them. Not today, not ever. <<s Author>>I wish I could help you more Ella, I truly do.<</s>> I said unconvincingly. <<s Leo>>And I wish I could believe you.<</s>> She said back, a certain tension rising between us. While my friend has always had my back, I did feel a certain sense of heaviness at this interaction, hoping that I'd one day be able to reveal it all, but afraid of her reaction and mood from then on. //Can't really be helped, can it?// <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>My friend looked worriedly at me as I approached them, their mind no wonder still with the things that had happened earlier this week during the SUP applications process. <<s Leo>><<print $name>>... I don't understand what happened.<</s>> They admitted to me, a lot of the information still lost on them. <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Accepted")>><<s Leo>>I'm kicked off and you're left behind, and yet I still am accepted at the university...<</s>> I felt relieved to find out that crucial piece of information, not knowing how I'd ever forgive myself over them not receiving the scholarship to the university because of my actions. <<s Author>>I did what needed to be done.<</s>> I admitted to them, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions.<<else>><<s Leo>>I'm suddenly kicked off, and you're left behind, and I receive a rejection, just like that.<</s>> They claimed, <<s Leo>>Bekham's an asshole.<</s>> Their observation, while flawed, was well in point when it came to the information they were working with, stress landing on me as I found it hard to reconcile with the fact that they had been denied an opportunity to a good university because of me and my choices. Granted, after this encounter I knew that the university was not a fit for them, but I hoped that they wouldn't push that button too hard...<</if>> That hope was quickly squashed. <<s Leo>>What happened there? Why is Bekham acting like that?<</s>> Their curiosity was clear, putting me in a hard spot, as I thought of what my partner had told me about this whole thing, about the possessiveness with which he spoke... <div id='choices'><<if $Leo gte 60>><<link "Tell him about my secret relationship">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo knows about Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We're dating.<</s>> I admitted to my friend, a weight slowly lifting off my chest. <<s Author>>Bekham and I... We're dating.<</s>> I clarified further, receiving a surprised, open jaw from my friend. <<s Leo>>But... But...<</s>> <<s Author>>And he got jealous over me applying without him, wanted to surprise me and everything.<</s>> I explained. <<s Leo>>That's... wrong.<</s>> They said. <<s Author>>You don't know what it's like, being with him, but I like it. It feels safe.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I can't claim to know any of what this all feels or looks like.<</s>> They admitted, <<s Leo>>But I respect your choice...<</s>> They looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>I could even see myself being into him...<</s>> They were seeing things a bit more openly. <<s Author>>The charisma...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Exactly.<</s>> They admitted to me. I smiled, a sense of relief washing over me as I saw recognition in my friend's eyes. It felt good not to hide it anymore. <<s Leo>>And now that I know who you're with, I understand why you're glowing too!<</s>> They said to me then. I smiled even further at that, truly enjoying the relationship I had with my adult partner. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Tell him about my secret relationship" "Not close enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "I wish I knew what that was about (Lie)">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo suspiscious about Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I wish I knew what that was about.<</s>> I lied to them, not wanting to share any more. <<s Leo>>You were there with them. You must have heard something.<</s>> Not only did I hear stuff, I also did stuff, stuff that I truly enjoyed. But <<light Alex>> would know none of them. Not today, not ever. <<s Author>>I wish I could help you more Alex, I truly do.<</s>> I said unconvincingly. <<s Leo>>And I wish I could believe you.<</s>> They said back, a certain tension rising between us. While my friend has always had my back, I did feel a certain sense of heaviness at this interaction, hoping that I'd one day be able to reveal it all, but afraid of their reaction and mood from then on. //Can't really be helped, can it?// <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</if>>

My loving partner was smiling wide at me as I joined him in the calm of the night outside, a moment of calm in the intensity of the party happening inside. <<s Eric>>Are you having fun?<</s>> Ever the mindful person, I could see him carrying a nicely decorated bag in hand as he asked me about the evening I was having. <<s Author>>All the fun in the world.<</s>> I admitted to him, <<s Author>>Thanks for making it happen.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I remembered that you like these small grand gestures.<</s>> He explained, <<s Eric>>From Valentine.<</s>> We've had the conversation long ago, and now he still carried it in mind. //What did I do to deserve him?// <<if $springbreak.has("Benoit Offer Accepted")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Benoit Gift Received" 1>>Probably betray his trust - I'd soon remember - as he handed over the bag in hand. <<s Eric>>My father wanted you to have this. Told me that you'd want to open it alone without me looking.<</s>> I could only imagine what his perverted father had brought to me, the bag holding a decently sized box. <<s Author>>Oh... Thanks.<</s>> I said, knowing that with what he'd told me, the gift would be something very naughty. <<s Eric>>I like that you two are close.<</s>> He said, not knowing the half of it. <<s Eric>>He really likes you.<</s>> //And I like him a lot too.// I thought to myself without saying it out loud. After all, he was fucking me behind his own son's back. And giving me gifts for it, through his son. <<s Eric>>I do have something of my own.<</s>> <<else>>My boyfriend simply gave me a sweet smile as he opened the bag he held and picked something up from it.<</if>> <<light Eric>> held a small box in hand as he looked emotional in the moment, wanting to make a big speech but not knowing where to start. <<s Author>>You don't need to say anything.<</s>> I didn't want him to feel pressured in the moment. High or low, he was my boyfriend and I was truly feeling for him. And in this moment, I could see the emotions clear as day on his face. <<s Eric>>I just wanted you to know how much I care about you, and how much you've been a guiding light for me.<</s>> He said, <<s Eric>>You've helped me discover and accept so much about myself, and for that I am truly grateful.<</s>> I couldn't help but blush a bit at that, realizing clearly just how much of a positive impact we were having on each other, and how balanced of a relationship we now had. <<s Eric>>So I got you this.<</s>> He opened the box, revealing what was inside. <<pichalf "bday/eric-necklace.jpg">> I could only feel emotional at the revelation, seeing that beautiful necklace he held. It was beautiful, and I truly liked it. <<s Author>>Eric... It's beautiful.<</s>> I said, emotional. He smiled wide. <<s Eric>>Should I put it on?<</s>> <<vid "bday/eric-giftsee.mp4">> I only nodded my head, accepting the gesture. I was lucky to have him as a boyfriend. We shared a lovely kiss out here for a moment, before he decided to head back inside. <<s Eric>>It's still cold out at night.<</s>> He laughed before walking in. <<if $springbreak.has("Benoit Offer Accepted")>>I was left behind out there, looking at the other gift he'd brought me, this one from his stepfather. It carried weight, and it was not only physical weight. I truly didn't know what to expect of it, but I also knew I was highly curious about it, though I didn't know if I should open it now, here on the outside of my own house... <<linkreplace "Open Benoit's Gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Benoit Gift Opened" 1>>I just needed to see what was inside. And so, right there in front of my house, I rushed to opent he gift that was handed to me, and look inside of the box I carried. What was inside surprised me to my core, though in retrospect I should have expected it. <<pichalf "bday/eric-dildogift.jpg">> A card accompanied the gift. <<s Benoit>>Just something to remember me by on the nights where my son can't satisfy you: always. In my absence, you now have a mold of me. Enjoy it at your leisure.<</s>> The man had his own son carry a mold of his cock to gift to me, his girlfriend. And that simple fact turned me on immensely, already imagining what I might do with that gift later on tonight, and the games I could be playing with my boyfriend. In this, I realized that I was well and truly into his stepfather, maybe even more than him, preferring the cock over the necklace... //Oh how horny that makes me feel!//<</linkreplace>><<else>>I'd follow him moments later, a sweet gift now worn around my neck.<</if>> <<link "Back inside" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<s Jerome>>We both pitched in together to get you this.<</s>> My lover said as they took me aside in my bedroom, a moment of calm with everything going on. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> held a card in her hand, and handed it over. <<s Jerome>>We bought you a tattoo.<</s>> He said. <<s Jasmin>>And when you're ready, I'd love us to get matching ones.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> added. It was clear what tattoo <<light Jerome>> expected us to get, as it was the first step in our journey together back in spring break. With me by her side, would <<light Jasmin>> hesitate to have her QoS tattoo? I doubted it. And I figured it would be a nice gift to our lover to see us branded for him at the party we were organizing, a befitting culmination of everything he's worked for with us, and everything we've worked towards in him.<<else>><<s Jerome>>We all pitched in together to get you this.<</s>> My lover said as they took me aside in my bedroom, a moment of calm with everything going on. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<light Mya>> held a card in her hand, and handed it over. <<s Jerome>>We bought you a tattoo.<</s>> He said. <<s Jasmin>>And when you're ready, I'd love us to get matching ones.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> added. It was clear what tattoo <<light Jerome>> expected us to get, as it was the first step in our journey together back in spring break. With me by her side, would <<light Jasmin>> hesitate to have her QoS tattoo? I doubted it. And I figured it would be a nice gift to our lovers to see us branded for them at the party we were organizing, a befitting culmination of everything they'd worked for with us, and everything we've worked towards in them, in this unqiue Harem we'd created.<</if>> I already looked forward to this new way of expression, a mark that was about to solidify my work as a true activist. <<link "Rejoin everyone" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> I asked as I picked up a small box, well wrapped, in the middle of the table we were hanging out around. <<s Yara>>My gift.<</s>> <<light Yara>> answered, as I saw her name on the wrapped box. <<s Author>>Oh fun!<</s>> I set about opening it just as she interjected. <<s Yara>>Maybe it's better not to open it now.<</s>> When she said that, I knew there was something naughty at play. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<s Eric>>Sounds like fun. Open it!<</s>> <<light Eric>> decided to budge in at that moment.<<else>><<light Jerome>> decided to budge in at that moment. <<s Jerome>>Sounds like fun. Open it!<</s>><</if>> It wasn't because he asked for it, it was because I was legitimately curious. I unwrapped the gift, revealing what was inside. <<pichalf "bday/gift-yara2.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>Woah!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Naughty!<</s>> A buttplug was the gift that <<light Yara>> bought for me, a naughty revelation that brought along cheers as well as laughs from people around. <<s Yara>>Bought it at the beginning of spring break, been with me since.<</s>> She admitted, receiving an additional couple of laughs. <<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>><<else>><<light Jerome>> was particularly amused by the revelations, though there was something oddly arousing and equally dismantling about receiving such a gift in front of everyone.<</if>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>Next to me, <<light Ella>> was looking at the gift with clear interest, her feminine urges no wonder taking over at this revelation. I figured it might be fun to experiment a bit with her during our workouts on Sunday, but knew it would have to wait until then.<<else>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<if $relationship is "evaleo">>My two lovers took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join them in my own bedroom. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> The trans babe quipped. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<light Eva>> clarified. I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Ella>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment. I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my lovers were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. <<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">>My lover took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join her in my own bedroom. There, <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> was waiting for us. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>The trans babe<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>The non-binary beauty<<else>>The attractive man<</if>> quipped. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<light Eva>> clarified. I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment. I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my lover and closest friend were being more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I made sure to give my lover a deep kiss before we headed out once more. <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>My loving sub and lover took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join her in my own bedroom. There, <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> was waiting for us. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>The trans babe<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>The non-binary beauty<<else>>The attractive man<</if>> quipped. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<light Eva>> clarified. I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment. I was always going to be <<light Eva>>'s dominant, and maybe could fool around with the other person standing there with us, but I was also a person with feelings, and it was being seen. I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my lover and closest friend were being more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I made sure to give my lover a deep kiss before we headed out once more, realizing that even if our relationship had a different center, we could still have dynamics of our own. <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>My fellow sub and lover took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join her in my own bedroom. There, <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> was waiting for us. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">>The trans babe<<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>The non-binary beauty<<else>>The attractive man<</if>> quipped. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<light Eva>> clarified. I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment. I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my lover and closest friend were being more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I made sure to give my lover a deep kiss before we headed out once more, realizing that even if our relationship had a different center, we could still have dynamics of our own. <<elseif $relationship is "ellaonly">>My trans lover took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join her in my own bedroom. There, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> was waiting for us, looking attractive as ever as she laid on my bed. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked, a small part of me realizing that it could be a hot idea to be doing so. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> My trans babe quipped. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> clarified.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">> <<s Eva>>No matter how much I pestered Ella into letting me in bed with you.<</s>><</if>> I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Ella>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><br><<s Eva>>Who knows, you might find yourself a hunk to have some fun with.<</s>> The bimbo saw it fit to add, receiving an odd look from <<light Ella>>. After all, it was her girlfriend she was talking about.<</if>> I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my lover and closest friend were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I made sure to give my trans lover a deep kiss before I headed back out to face everyone else. <<elseif $relationship is "leoonly">>My attractive masculine lover took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join him in my own bedroom. There, <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> was waiting for us, looking attractive as ever as she laid on my bed. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked, a small part of me realizing that it could be a hot idea to be doing so. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> My babe quipped. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> clarified.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">> <<s Eva>>No matter how much I pestered Leo into letting me in bed with you or him.<</s>><</if>> I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Leo>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><br><<s Eva>>Who knows, you might find yourself a hunk to have some fun with.<</s>> The bimbo saw it fit to add, receiving an odd look from <<light Leo>>. After all, it was his girlfriend she was talking about.<</if>> I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my lover and closest friend were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I made sure to give my man a deep kiss before I headed back out to face everyone else. <<elseif $springbreak.has("EvaEllaCouple")>>My two closest friends took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join them in my own bedroom. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked as I joined them both there. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> The trans babe quipped. <<s Ella>>We're more than satisfied with one another.<</s>> They did make a cute couple, I had to admit. <<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<light Eva>> clarified. I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Ella>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment. I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my two closest friends were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I felt lucky to have friends like that. <<elseif $leocharacter is "feminine">>My two closest friends took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join them in my own bedroom. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked as I joined them both there. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> The trans babe quipped. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Eva>>You do know I'm always open for that!<</s>> The bimbo babe joked, before getting more serious, clarifying, <</if>><<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<else>><<light Eva>> clarified.<</if>> I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Ella>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><br><<s Eva>>Who knows, you might find yourself a hunk to have some fun with.<</s>> The bimbo saw it fit to add, receiving a laugh from <<light Ella>>.<</if>> I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my two closest friends were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I felt lucky to have friends like that.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">> Even, or especially, when they joked about getting it on with me.<<else>><</if>> <<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">>My two closest friends took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join them in my own bedroom. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked as I joined them both there. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> The trans enby quipped. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Eva>>You do know I'm always open for that!<</s>> The bimbo babe joked, before getting more serious, clarifying, <</if>><<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<else>><<light Eva>> clarified.<</if>> I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Alex>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><br><<s Eva>>Who knows, you might find yourself a hunk to have some fun with.<</s>> The bimbo saw it fit to add, receiving a laugh from <<light Alex>>.<</if>> I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my two closest friends were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I felt lucky to have friends like that.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">> Even, or especially, when they joked about getting it on with me.<<else>><</if>> <<else>>My two closest friends took me aside in a moment, making sure I'd join them in my own bedroom. <<s Author>>I sure hope we're not here for some fun while I have guests!<</s>> I joked as I joined them both there. <<s Ella>>You wish, but that's not what we're here for.<</s>> The social butterfly quipped, now a lot more confident in his character. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Eva>>You do know I'm always open for that!<</s>> The bimbo babe joked, before getting more serious, clarifying, <</if>><<s Eva>>We just wanted some alone time to give you your gift.<</s>> <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<else>><<light Eva>> clarified.<</if>> I looked at what she held in her hand, it was a mere voucher. <<s Author>>What's this?<</s>> She handed it over. <<s Ella>>We realize how stressful things have been for you, and how much work you've put into things, and we wanted you to feel good about it all.<</s>> <<light Leo>> clarified, <<s Ella>>So we decided to buy you a spa afternoon, something for you to find relaxation and get to breathe a bit better.<</s>> It was really sweet of them, but it felt particularly nice to know that they could see me, and see how I felt at every given moment.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><br><<s Eva>>Who knows, you might find yourself a hunk to have some fun with.<</s>> The bimbo saw it fit to add, receiving a laugh from <<light Leo>>.<</if>> I had to admit that I was feeling pressure to excell, and my two closest friends were more than kind to offer me the attention and help that I needed. <<s Author>>I am so grateful. For the both of you.<</s>> The sweetness of the moment would continue to carry across the evening, knowing that they were seeing me for who I was, not only who I wanted to be, and were loving me for it. I felt lucky to have friends like that.<<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">> Even, or especially, when they joked about getting it on with me.<<else>><</if>><</if>> <<link "Join everyone again" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<pic Mya>><</pic>> <<s Mya>>Hello naughty one!<</s>> The attractive black cheerleader greeted me happily as she followed me to my room for a moment there. <<s Author>>I'm so glad you could make it.<</s>> I said to her, genuinely happy to see the newest person in my life join all my older ones here, like that. <<s Mya>>Oh I wouldn't have missed it for the world!<</s>> She enthusiastically said. It was only then that I realized what she held in her hand, a small gift. <<if $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<s Mya>>I got you a little something, for the one that made our relationship happen.<</s>> Quite the relationship it was, collecting us four in this unique harem that was growing hotter by the day. And the gift was going to help with that. I opened it, and what I found inside was a beautiful - albeit extremely naughty - gift.<<elseif $thoughts.has("Mya Relationship")>><<s Mya>>I got you a little something, for my loving friend with benefits.<</s>> It was quite the unique relationship that we shared, her and I, free from expectations and open to a lot of fun. Fun that was going to continue to intensify, the gift helping with it clearly. I opened it, and what I found inside was a beautiful - albeit extremely naughty - gift.<<else>><<s Mya>>I know you're a naughty person, and I figured I'd offer you a little something to enjoy whenever you feel like it.<</s>> She said teasingly, handing over the box she held in hand. I appreciated the friendship I held with her, but indeed what she carried to me was quite the naughty revelation. I opened it to find quite the surprise inside.<</if>> <<picmid "cloth/toy-vibe.jpg">> <<s Author>>Woah!<</s>> I said, looking at the naughty toy she'd bought me. <<s Mya>>I figured cutie you would enjoy something like this.<</s>> She said teasingly. I picked it up in hand, the toy so small, yet I could feel its power as I held it up there. <<picmid "bday/mya-vibereveal.jpg">> <<if $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" or $thoughts.has("Mya Relationship")>><<s Mya>>Eroticism is part of who you, who WE, are. So I thought something like that would be a lot of fun to have, in public but also in private in a way.<</s>> It was naughty, it was intense, and it was appealing to say the least. I could feel myself grow hot at the mere thought of something like that being used. Her mind seemed to be in the right place too. <<s Mya>>Let's put it to good use now, shall we?<</s>> She was already moving closer, excited to have our unique - and kind of publicly private - naughty night. <div id='choices'><<link "It would be hot, why not!">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Remote" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>I could already feel myself wetten, excitement rising through me. My body getting me ready for what was to come. I'd received a gift, so why not use it. Why not use it now, in my birthday party, surrounded by friends and lovers? Why not just go for it, embrace what it means to be naughty me, and see how it feels like to just... Let go like that? My smile must have told <<light Mya>> everything, who was already unboxing the gift. And I was already moving my clothing aside, ready for the fun that awaited me... And the horniness that would rise through me... Oh how I was turned on, and excited for what would await me tonight... <<vid "bday/mya-vibeme1.mp4">> <<s Mya>>Oh come on, you naughty minx, we don't have all evening!<</s>> My lover teased me before we headed on our way, excited for what was to come. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $worship lte -20>><<link "If she wants to try it, she can put it in her!">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Remote" 1 "Bday Remote Her" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at my naughty lover, excited for what I was about to suggest instead. <<s Author>>You want to try it so bad, don't you?<</s>> I teased her. Her face said it all, she was turned on, right now. <<s Author>>We can do that, you know... You can give me control!<</s>> Her moan came as affirmation, as she seemed to weaken, become more docile... And prepared. I smiled as I started unboxing the gift, used maybe differently than what she'd anticipated, but excited to be having that control over her. <<s Author>>Take them off.<</s>> Soon enough, my secret lover had a secret between her legs, and I had control of that secret, ready to play with her however I wanted... And I wanted to make her moan. <<vid "bday/mya-vibeher1.mp4">> <<s Author>>Oh come on, you naughty minx, we don't have all evening!<</s>> I teased her as I watched her enjoy her own toy and gift a bit too much, beautifully. We then headed on our way, excited for what was to come. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "I'm not in control of this relationship">><</if>> <<link "This complicates things, better not!">><<replace "#choices">>I laughed, taking her suggestion lightly. <<s Author>>That's freaking hot.<</s>> I admitted to her, <<s Author>>But I can't even begin to imagine what that would mean for me, and for people looking.<</s>> She laughed back. <<s Mya>>I know I know.<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>It's nice to imagine though.<</s>> Indeed, some things were better off being imagined, and not lived. At least not like that, publicly... <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>><<s Author>>I... Thank you, Mya. Even though it truly is an unusual gift.<</s>> I spoke with honesty, despite my hesitation. Her laugh was clear. <<s Mya>>Don't go having too much fun with it!<</s>> I sure knew I wouldn't... Yet. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Remote Her")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Remote Reward Her" 1>><<vid "bday/mya-vibehercum1.mp4">> There she was, lying on my bed, shaking around in erotic agony. Her body on fire, my friend truly benefitted from our unusual friendship and the gift she'd gotten me, the last time I cranked up the heat on her enough to drive her over the edge. She was moaning, trying to be calm, yet failing. Her body convulted and moved in all these beautiful, erotic ways, as I watched her there on my bed. <<s Author>>You look so naughty right now.<</s>> I teased, lowering the intensity of the vibrations just to say it, before I turned it back up. Her moan was music to my ears, and I embraced that song, enjoying it for what it said, about the uniqueness of our relationship, and the naughtiness of what could come next. <<vid "bday/mya-vibehercum2.mp4">> She'd play with herself, her wetness driving her to it, even after I'd removed the naughty little device from her folds. And she'd look good doing it. //My friend with a lot of benefits.// <<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Remote Reward" 1>><<vid "bday/mya-vibeme2.mp4">> The control she had over me was intense, scary. All encompassing. Really, with all that was happening around us, the only thing truly on my mind was what she was doing to me, how she controlled the motions of the very small, trecherous device between my legs. I moaned, eager to have this toy control me, appreciative of the person who bought it to me. From across the room, I could see <<light Mya>>'s smirk as she saw me twitch in front of everyone, and the fact that only the two of us knew what was happening... I was beyond turned on. I couldn't handle it, after a while, rushing to my room, a looming climax guiding my actions. She followed, the second time we'd separated from the crowd. Not that it mattered. All that mattered now was- <<vid "bday/mya-vibemecum1.mp4">> The orgasm rocked through me intensely, robbing me of any will to stand up for myself, brought along by <<light Mya>>'s erotic control over me. My body on fire, I moved with such intensity and eroticism that I felt like I was losing my mind. I lost control of my body, trying my best - yet failing - to be silent. <<s Mya>>That's it, naughty girl. Enjoy it, enjoy my toy on you.<</s>> And there she was, egging me on, naughtily encouraging me to let go. I didn't quite need to be told twice. The naughtiness of such a small device having such intense control over me wasn't lost on me. But then again, it only showed just how much <<light Mya>>'s influence had grown in these past few months. //What a happy birthday this is!// <<vid "bday/mya-vibemecum2.mp4">><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><<drop $friendsevents "Bday Remote Her" 2 "Bday Remote" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>>

<<pic Ella>><</pic>> <<light Ella>> was not used to be around that little people as there were now. With these numbers, it was easy to be seen. And to be seen means to be perceived entirely, and to be engaged with. In ways that truly put you in the spotlight. And she was not used to it. <<s Yara>>You know I was really surprised when you were nominated for prom queen.<</s>> <<light Yara>> had approached her, sitting next to her on my couch. <<s Ella>>I was just as surprised as you.<</s>> The trans woman admitted. <<s Ella>>I still think it's all a big prank.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Why would it be? You're a woman, so it's logical to be nominated.<</s>> The athlete replied, before deciding to clarify. <<s Yara>>Don't get me wrong, I understand how frustrating it is to have to negotiate your identity with the people around you, but you could consider this as a weapon.<</s>> She explained, <<s Yara>>People think they're hurting you by nominating you for prom queen? You show them all what you're really made of.<</s>> <<light Ella>> nodded at that, thoughtful, before speaking again. <<s Ella>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>What about me?<</s>> <<s Ella>>If you become prom queen, you'll have a king by your side. How would that look for you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't get me started. Men are disgusting.<</s>> <<s Ella>>That's why I became a woman.<</s>> <<light Yara>> laughed at the joke, before looking <<light Ella>> over. <<s Yara>>And a good looking one at that.<</s>> She felt it good to clarify. <<light Ella>> carried a sweet blush<<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Jerome Out")>>. <<s Ella>>You're really good with words...<</s>> The sweet girl said then. I eventually got closer to <<light Ella>> to whisper in her ear. <<s Author>>If Yara is willing to be with you, then that tells you just how feminine you really look.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>She'd never be with a man.<</s>><<else>>, before <<light Jerome>> decided to interject. <<s Jerome>>Honestly you're both right. I'd do you both, if only to help Ella know what a real man feels like.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh go fuck yourself.<</s>> Thankfully <<light Yara>> took the comment lightly, though I could see by the way <<light Jerome>> was looking at <<light Ella>> that there was truth to his words. I already knew they were true for <<light Yara>>. I eventually got closer to <<light Ella>> to whisper in her ear. <<s Author>>If Jerome is willing to be with you, then that tells you just how feminine you really look.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>He'd never fuck a man.<</s>><</if>> <<light Ella>> remained stoic. <<s Ella>>I am realizing how far along I am. Less of a fraud every day.<</s>> <<s Author>>You never were a fraud, Ella. You were always meant to discover yourself at your own pace.<</s>> I reassured her with a sideways hug. She deserved to see how beautiful she truly was, and I was slowly making that happen to her. I was proud of her progress, and wanted her to be as well. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>>

I approached <<light Jasmin>>, realizing how she was looking and trying to adapt to all that had happened throughout these past few weeks. <<s Author>>Hey is everything okay? You look a little bit out of sorts.<</s>> I asked as I sat next to her on the couch. <<if $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<light Jasmin>> realized my approach, smiling as she saw me move closer. <<s Jasmin>>Yeah yeah, I'm good.<</s>> She said, <<s Jasmin>>It's just weird to have him here.<</s>> <<s Author>>Eric didn't know about Jerome.<</s>> I tried reassuring her. <<s Jasmin>>Yeah no, I know. It's still frustrating that he decided to show.<</s>> <<s Author>>He was invited and you know what he's like. He's going to be here. Hopefully not for long.<</s>> The cloud truly needed to relax from over our heads, it was getting overbearing. <<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<light Jasmin>> realized my approach, giving a relaxed sigh as she saw me move closer. <<s Jasmin>>Things have been all over the place with Jerome lately, haven't they?<</s>> She said. I wanted to agree with her, she continued talking instead. <<s Jasmin>>Despite how many times we keep telling him to control himself, things have been really disappointing with him.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>What's the solution?<</s>> I asked her then. <<s Jasmin>>I don't know... But I sure hop he doesn't try anything big tonight.<</s>> I had the same feeling. At some point, one has to put the foot down. I just hoped we didn't have to get there; though something in me warned of an evening that wouldn't end perfectly.<<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem" or $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<light Jasmin>>, realizing my approach, seemed to relax a lot to my presence. <<s Jasmin>>Honestly I'm just really excited for tonight.<</s>> She said, no wonder already thinking of something. <<s Author>>What's happening? Is there a plan I don't know of?<</s>> I was curious. <<s Jasmin>>Don't worry about anything, our lover's already making his moves.<</s>> She wanted to reassure me, but there was something about being out of the loop that didn't entirely sit well with me. <<s Author>>Will I be happy with it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh very happy!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> answered with a big, sly smile. <<elseif $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">><<light Jasmin>>, seeing me approach her, smiled wide at my appearance. <<s Jasmin>>You look so good, <<print $name>>!<</s>> She gave me the compliment, changing the topic immediately. <<s Jasmin>>Good enough to be eaten.<</s>> She added. I realized that this woman was quite excited tonight, no wonder put in the mood by... <<s Author>>How are things with Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>His eyes wander, as always, but it's kind of hot this way.<</s>> She admitted. That tracked. <<s Author>>You like it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'll like it even more by the end of the night... Hopefully.<</s>> She said then, no wonder hinting at something they had in mind. I didn't have time to question her on it though. <<elseif $work.has("CAEJ Accepted")>><<light Jasmin>>, seeing me approach, tried to put on a brave face. <<s Jasmin>>It's kind of annoying how we work together, so we can't be out at the same time.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>We're out now?<</s>> I didn't think she was making sense. <<s Jasmin>>No I mean with Elio too. He couldn't make it to your party.<</s>> I didn't realize that I was this much of a "friend" of <<light Elio>>'s if I was being honest. <<s Author>>You two have been close, haven't you?<</s>> I tried making sense of it. <<s Jasmin>>Can't blame a girl for liking what she likes.<</s>> She answered with a sly smile. <<s Author>>That's cute.<</s>> I was happy to see things evolve between them, realizing how <<light Jasmin>> didn't show a heavy reaction to <<light Jerome>>'s presence there. <<elseif $jasminaddict gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<light Jasmin>>, seeing me get closer, couldn't put on a brave face, still as confused as ever. <<s Author>>What's up?<</s>> I sat next to her, wanting to bring some peace to what seemed to be troubled thoughts. <<s Jasmin>>I... Seeing him here, like this...<</s>> She was hesitating, looking at <<light Jerome>> across the room. <<s Jasmin>>Maybe I had made a mistake stopping things with him.<</s>> Whether I liked it or not, I didn't help her get over him enough, it had seemed, as things had evolved following the spring break, with dances and subtle - or not so subtle - flirtations. And now she was falling back again for him. Before I could even give a thought to it though, she was already moving on to something else. <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<light Jasmin>>, seeing me move closer, blushed a bit as I sat next to her. <<s Author>>Something's definitely on your mind.<</s>> I observed, seeing her trying to avoid eye contact. <<s Jasmin>>I... I don't know how to say this.<</s>> <<s Author>>Then just say it.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Why not me too?<</s>> She asked then. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You help me realize that I'm not really into black men, or men really... And then you go have two lovers that you flaunt around... Why not me?<</s>> My eyes opened wide at the realization. She wasn't judging us, this whole time... There was a jealousy over us, and I realized that she was interested in all of it. <<s Author>>Why didn't you speak sooner?<</s>> I asked her then. <<light Jasmin>> blushed. <<s Jasmin>>I... I didn't think you'd be interested.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll show you interest tonight then.<</s>> I made my promise, seeing her blush even more. A nice moment of silence ensued as I planned out my next move on the seemingly innocent girl that I'd slowly roped into interest.<<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<light Jasmin>>, seeing me move closer, blushed a bit as I sat next to her. <<s Author>>Something's definitely on your mind.<</s>> I observed, seeing her trying to avoid eye contact. <<s Jasmin>>I... I don't know how to say this.<</s>> <<s Author>>Then just say it.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I can sen why you'd choose her, and I can see why she's get both of you.<</s>> She started her rant, <<s Jasmin>>I mean, I have been struggling with the fact that I'm not into men and you've helped me with it but now that I've realized it, I also realize that I'm kind of jealous, and things are not what they seem, and there's something oddly alluring about this whole thing you guys have going on. And like I don't know what I'm exactly saying, but there's something interesting there and I-<</s>> Her emotions were all over the place. I needed to nip it in the bud. <<s Author>>Are you saying you want to join us?<</s>> I asked her. <<light Jasmin>> blushed wide. <<s Jasmin>>Maybe?<</s>> She didn't want to commit entirely, but things were clearly going a certain way. <<s Author>>I'll talk to her.<</s>> I said then. A nice moment of silence ensued as I thought of how I'd break the news to my mistress, knowing that she'd eagerly welcome someone like <<light Jasmin>>. <<elseif $jasmincharacter is "Single">><<light Jasmin>>, seeing me approach, smiled wide at me and removed that frown. <<s Jasmin>>Unimportant.<</s>> She said, <<s Jasmin>>He's long stopped having his impact on me.<</s>> She might have been talking abut <<light Jerome>>, but it was now obvious that he no longer had the same effect on her as he did before. There was something really beautiful about that, and I felt happy to see that evolution in her.<</if>> <<if $johntrust gte 5>><<light Jasmin>> perked up a bit then. <<s Jasmin>>Dad wishes you a happy birthday, by the way.<</s>> She said, <<s Jasmin>>He immediately said "OK" when I told him it was happening at your place.<</s>> It was nice to see that trust bloom the way it has. <<s Jasmin>>I'm glad that he trusts you like that, makes things a lot easier.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm proud of it too.<</s>> I reassured her, giving her an emotional sideways hug. <<elseif $johntrust lt 0>><<light Jasmin>> frowned again then. <<s Jasmin>>Dad was really annoying too.<</s>> She admitted then, <<s Jasmin>>He didn't want me to come and it was like I was 12 years old again.<</s>> I realized then that I didn't do anything to gain his trust, and it was having its impact on their relationship even more now. <<s Author>>I'm sorry about that.<</s>> I tried to soften things over. <<s Jasmin>>It's not your fault, he's an ass.<</s>> It was sad to see someone talk their way about their father, regardless of what was happening between them... <<else>><<light Jasmin>> seemed to remember something else. <<s Jasmin>>Dad says happy birthday.<</s>> She mentioned, <<s Jasmin>>Though it was still hard to get out of the house.<</s>> I realized that my relationship with her father was not the best, but hey at least he wished me well? <<light Jasmin>> simply gave me a sweet smile. <<s Jasmin>>Good thing I'm here though.<</s>> I agreed with that feeling. It was good to have her here with me.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<if $work.has("Maria Photoshoot Yara") and $jasminevent gte 4>><<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<s Jerome>>Let's order us some pizzas, why don't we?<</s>> <<else>><<s Jasmin>>Let's order us some pizzas, why don't we?<</s>><</if>> With this statement made, my eyes found <<light Jasmin>>'s from across the room, a connection between us clear as we remembered the last time pizzas were ordered and the fun times that ensued following that... <<s Jasmin>>I know the right place to order them from!<</s>> She made her claim, as she set about making the reservations herself, getting everyone's orders in. Meanwhile, next to me, <<light Yara>> nudged me in the shoulder to get my attention to what she had on her screen. <<pichalf "bday/mariapic1.jpg">> The lovely woman on her screen was our friend's mother, and newest lover that <<light Yara>> had collected. The photoshoot we'd had, her and I, seemed to only be the start of a blossoming relationship between the two of them, my direct actions causing this new interest in them both and creating this development here. <<s Yara>>Such beautiful suckeable boobs, don't you agree?<</s>> With <<light Jasmin>> still distracting the child with the pizza order, the mother was looking for my mistress' input. <<s Maria>>Do you like it?<</s>> She seemed to be looking for a validation that only <<light Yara>> could offer. <<s Yara>>How about you show me more, then I'll let you know if I like what I see?<</s>> She was going to make her work for it, I realized as I saw what she was texting back. <<pichalf "bday/mariapic2.jpg">> <<s Maria>>This is all yours.<</s>> The claim came on the screen, with the naughty picture that accompanied it. <<s Yara>>Why are you shaved?<</s>> My mistress was a ruthless one. <<s Maria>>I thought you'd prefer it that way. My husband does.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Your husband is no longer the one to please, I am.<</s>> My mistress was amazing at subduing people to her will, at expertly bringing them to more and more desperation and admiration. <<s Yara>>Do you understand me?<</s>> <<s Maria>>Yes ma'am.<</s>> That was a fast devolution, but then again I wouldn't expect any slower from my powerful mistress. <<s Jasmin>>Sausage for you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I realized that <<light Jasmin>> had reached us both, as <<light Yara>> just moved her phone out of sight non-chalantly. <<s Yara>>Sausage pizza? Are you crazy?<</s>> Part of me was happy that she was missing the innuendo, and I rushed to find the explanation: <<s Author>>Yes pepperoni is fine thank you.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> smirked at me before walking away, <<light Yara>> commenting on it moments later: <<s Yara>>Just like Maria, she's make a better lesbian than whatever she's after now.<</s>> She said, and I tended to agree. Attention moved back to the screen. <<s Yara>>Spread these lips, offer yourself to me.<</s>> <<pichalf "bday/mariapic3.jpg">> <<s Maria>>I'm so horny.<</s>> So was I getting horny, seeing what was on the screen, feeling lucky to be a witness of that scene, while at the same time having to supress the memories of my last delivery with the naughty blonde currently calling the pizza place with our order. <<s Yara>>Do you think she knows I'm hanging out with her child now?<</s>> My mistress put yet another naughty, hot image in my mind as I saw her seduce the MILF right in front of my eyes. //What a birthday gift.// I thought as I saw it evolve in front of me. <<s Jasmin>>And send the hot guy.<</s>> On the other side of me, <<light Jasmin>> was finishing the order for pizza, the words she was saying to my sole benefit, adding to the naughtiness of the situation. <<s Yara>>I can already imagine the two of you naked in front of me, ready to be playing together to please me...<</s>> My mistress whispered to me. <<picmid "bday/mariapic4.jpg">> //I could imagine it too, though I also wished another was there.// <<elseif $jasminevent gte 4>><<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<s Jerome>>Let's order us some pizzas, why don't we?<</s>> <<else>><<s Jasmin>>Let's order us some pizzas, why don't we?<</s>><</if>> With this statement made, my eyes found <<light Jasmin>>'s from across the room, a connection between us clear as we remembered the last time pizzas were ordered and the fun times that ensued following that... <<s Jasmin>>I know the right place to order them from!<</s>> She made her claim, as she set about making the reservations herself, getting everyone's orders in. <<s Jasmin>>Sausage for you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> <<light Eric>>, nearby, interjected: <<s Eric>>Sausage pizza? That's so weird.<</s>> Poor guy didn't understand any of the innuendo, it seemed. Though <<light Jasmin>> really was pushing her luck with this, I did feel the thrill of that time catch up to me, realizing how I'd continue to have these fond memories with each of the people that were there, how every moment I have will be blessed with a second meaning as time goes by and my life continues to grow with these memories. It was weird, but also filling in a sense. <<elseif $work.has("Maria Photoshoot Yara")>><<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<s Jerome>>I'm going to be ordering some pizzas for us to have, anyone has any opinions?<</s>> The black man took on the hardest part of organizing a party, having to take every single person's very particular thoughts.<<else>><<s Jasmin>>I'm going to be ordering some pizzas for us to have, anyone has any opinions?<</s>> The young activist took on the hardest part of organizing a party, having to take every single person's very particular thoughts.<</if>> Meanwhile, next to me, <<light Yara>> nudged me in the shoulder to get my attention to what she had on her screen. <<pichalf "bday/mariapic1.jpg">> The lovely woman on her screen was our friend's mother, and newest lover that <<light Yara>> had collected. The photoshoot we'd had, her and I, seemed to only be the start of a blossoming relationship between the two of them, my direct actions causing this new interest in them both and creating this development here. <<s Yara>>Such beautiful suckeable boobs, don't you agree?<</s>> With our friend still distracting the child, the mother was looking for my mistress' input. <<s Maria>>Do you like it?<</s>> She seemed to be looking for a validation that only <<light Yara>> could offer. <<s Yara>>How about you show me more, then I'll let you know if I like what I see?<</s>> She was going to make her work for it, I realized as I saw what she was texting back. <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>>Meanwhile, <<light Jerome>> was looking to get <<light Jasmin>>'s order, pestering her with weird questions.<</if>> <<pichalf "bday/mariapic2.jpg">> <<s Maria>>This is all yours.<</s>> The claim came on the screen, with the naughty picture that accompanied it. <<s Yara>>Why are you shaved?<</s>> My mistress was a ruthless one. <<s Maria>>I thought you'd prefer it that way. My husband does.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Your husband is no longer the one to please, I am.<</s>> My mistress was amazing at subduing people to her will, at expertly bringing them to more and more desperation and admiration. <<s Yara>>Do you understand me?<</s>> <<s Maria>>Yes ma'am.<</s>> That was a fast devolution, but then again I wouldn't expect any slower from my powerful mistress. <<s Yara>>Spread these lips, offer yourself to me.<</s>> <<pichalf "bday/mariapic3.jpg">> <<s Maria>>I'm so horny.<</s>> So was I getting horny, seeing what was on the screen, feeling lucky to be a witness of that scene. <<s Yara>>Do you think she knows I'm hanging out with her child now?<</s>> My mistress put yet another naughty, hot image in my mind as I saw her seduce the MILF right in front of my eyes. //What a birthday gift.// I thought as I saw it evolve in front of me. <<s Yara>>I can already imagine the two of you naked in front of me, ready to be playing together to please me...<</s>> My mistress whispered to me. <<picmid "bday/mariapic4.jpg">> //I could imagine it too...// <<elseif $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<s Jerome>>I'm going to be ordering some pizzas for us to have, anyone has any opinions?<</s>> The black man took on the hardest part of organizing a party, having to take every single person's very particular thoughts. He eventually managed to make it work, food coming in a while.<<else>><<s Jasmin>>I'm going to be ordering some pizzas for us to have, anyone has any opinions?<</s>> The activist took on the hardest part of organizing a party, having to take every single person's very particular thoughts. She eventually managed to make it work, food coming in a while.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<s Jasmin>>The delivery's here! I'll get it.<</s>> The blonde jumped to the door, as <<light Samuel>> was just about to talk. <<s Samuel>>So! Who's made it through to the SUP?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> finally felt comfortable in the scene to talk, asking an important question in the moment as everyone had had their encounter with the authority that was <<light Hudson>>. <<s Jerome>>I don't really care for the place honestly. I've got my future right here in this town.<</s>> Expected from him, I saw as <<light Yara>> kept the conversation going. <<if $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection")>><<s Yara>>Unfortunately, <<print $name>> and me were denied entry at the university. Kinds sad to be honest.<</s>> She said. <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Yara SUP Blacked")>><<s Yara>>I... <<print $name>> and I are through.<</s>> She spoke with hesitation, though there was no reason to reveal just how she'd reached this conclusion for us. <<s Jasmin>>Weird, you walked out pretty emotional from your interview.<</s>> <<s Yara>>We made it work. Okay?<</s>> My partner was a bit more aggressive than she needed to be, and there was no denying why that was. I couldn't do anything about it now.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation")>><<s Yara>><<print $name>> and I have made it through.<</s>> She spoke with confidence about the two of us.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation 2")>><<s Yara>>Me and Eva are accepted, thankfully!<</s>> She spoke with a confidence that clashed with our conversation from moments earlier, where she was still having second thoughts about the entire thing.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Invitation 3")>><<s Yara>>I... Belle and I are through.<</s>> <<s Belle>>Yara really left an impression with the president.<</s>> The bimbo just had to tease the supposed lesbian domme.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection 2")>><<s Yara>>I didn't make it to the stupid university.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was unapologetic about her failure.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Yara Rejection 3")>><<s Yara>>I... I couldn't make it work for me.<</s>> She was emotional as she spoke, the effect of the rejection still clear to her.<</if>> <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<s Jerome>>I doubt that university's anything you'd want it to be though.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> adequately summized.<<else>><<s Samuel>>I doubt that university's anything you'd want it to be though.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> adequately summized.<</if>> I had to agree, I never saw the match between them, though there must have been a reason <<light Yara>> tried... Was it the same endgame I had too? <<if $class.has("SUP Leo Harem Rejected")>><<s Ella>>Maybe that's because you didn't take me in.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was less kind with her approach, still holding some resentment over the denial she was faced with. The tension was released though, as <<light Samuel>> addressed me instead. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eric")>><<s Leo>>I joined <<print $name>> and Eric.<</s>> our application's third interjected then, <<s Leo>>It was a disaster of an application.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Not your fault.<</s>> My partner tried to be reassuring. <<light Samuel>> addressed me then.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Alone")>><<s Leo>>I tried doing it alone... Didn't really work out my way.<</s>> My friend admitted then, moving the topic along. <<light Samuel>> was quick to shift the attention to me then.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Julio")>><<s Leo>>I applied with Julio actually.<</s>> <<light Leo>> spoke with a smile on his face, <<s Leo>>And we made it work.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You two make a cute couple.<</s>> The compliment made <<light Leo>> blush, before <<light Samuel>> moved the conversation over to me.<<elseif $class.has("SUp Leo Ellis")>><<s Leo>>I applied with Ellis actually.<</s>> <<light Alex>> spoke with a smile on their face, <<s Leo>>And we made it work.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You two make a cute couple.<</s>> The compliment made <<light Alex>> blush, before <<light Samuel>> moved the conversation over to me.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Eva")>><<s Leo>>I applied with Eva actually.<</s>> <<light Ella>> spoke with a smile on her face, <<s Leo>>And we made it work.<</s>> <<s Eva>>We do make a cute couple.<</s>> The compliment made <<light Ella>> blush, before <<light Samuel>> moved the conversation over to me.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Leo Accepted")>><<s Leo>>I got some help, but was able to make it through.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> said, giving me a quick furtive glance. "Some help". <<light Samuel>> picked up on it and moved the conversation to me.<<else>><<s Leo>>Unfortunately, I couldn't make it work for me.<</s>> The revelations of my last conversation with <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> still fresh in mind, I was grateful when <<light Samuel>> moved the conversation along with me.<</if>> <<s Samuel>>What about it, <<print $name>>, do you want to go to the SUP?<</s>> <<if $friendsevents.has("Leo suspiscious about Bekham")>><<s Leo>>I don't know how SHE made it work,<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> said, <<s Leo>>But she's definitely going there.<</s>> My friend's suspiscion over <<light Bekham>> would not be appeased quickly, but there was no denying that he had his eyes open on me. <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Leo knows about Bekham")>><<s Leo>>She kind of has to go there now.<</s>> <<if $leocharacter is "feminine">><<light Ella>><<elseif $leocharacter is "enby">><<light Alex>><<else>><<light Leo>><</if>> spoke with a decent amount of poisonous intent. <<s Leo>>She's too far along.<</s>> Thankfully, my friend didn't reveal what information I'd shared in our earlier conversation, a topic that I'd rather not discussed in public like that. <<elseif $class.has("SUP Rejection") and $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<drop $class "SUP Rejection" 1>><<s Author>>Unfortunately we were not accepted into it.<</s>> I reminded my partner, <<s Author>>And maybe it's for the best.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>It seems like Hudson had forgotten that my parents are big benefactors to the university he leads.<</s>> My partner said, showing three pieces of paper in hand. <<s Samuel>>Happy birthday, babe.<</s>> In hand, he had three papers that confirmed we'd actually made it through the interview successful. <<s Yara>>Now that's a twist.<</s>> <<light Yara>> did not hide her clear surprise. I couldn't help but agree with her. <<s Author>>I... Is that even legal?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I just reminded the man of context.<</s>> The apparently wealthy man spoke, one of our earliest conversations that day at the park now being brought back to mind. //It's about what to do with the money...//<<elseif $class.has("SUP Invitation")>><<s Author>>Well I got accepted, at least there's that.<</s>> I admitted, knowing that this was a long way coming.<<elseif $class.has("SUP Rejection")>><<s Author>>Well I got rejected, so there's that.<</s>> I spoke dejectedly.<<else>><<s Author>>What SUP? Who cares about that university?<</s>> I spoke with full honesty.<</if>> <<s Author>>I'm still not sure if I want it though.<</s>> I admitted, <<s Author>>It's still too early to make that decision.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Isn't that what you've been striving for, though?<</s>> The question was well intentioned, and well in place. I'd worked so hard to get accepted in a university. To improve my portfolio. And now, I'd accomplished my goal... Was there really a point in striving any longer now? <<s Jasmin>>Food's here!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was back with the food, and excited to be diving head first into it. We all joined, the question of the university still in mind. <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<s Belle>>I know you've been spying on us.<</s>> <<light Belle>> was waiting for me outside the bathroom. <<s Author>>Jesus. What's wrong with you?<</s>> I was confused by what would prompt her to follow me here. <<s Belle>>Is it cheating to be watching your bestie be drilled by a hard cock constantly?<</s>> She aksed then, almost ignoring my reaction. <<s Author>>Belle... What you're doing with Bekham is wrong.<</s>> <<s Belle>>Yet you clearly are enjoying it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Who said I was?<</s>> <<s Belle>>The fact that you keep watching us, duh!<</s>> She'd got me there. <<s Author>>Look I'm sorry, but this is clearly morally wrong.<</s>> <<s Belle>>It's pleasure. There's nothing truly wrong with it.<</s>> Her excuse didn't make it any better. But I couldn't tell her that, not while she was licking her lips remembering it. <<s Belle>>I know you really crave it, deep inside.<</s>> She was going out on a limb, and I wasn't going to let her keep down that line of thought. <<s Author>>No Belle, I-<</s>> <<s Belle>>You're welcome to join us, you know.<</s>> She said, <<s Belle>>Your own redemption story into the man's arms, and into mine.<</s>> Her hands opened up as if to give a hug, her new "assets" hard to be ignored. <<s Author>>Are you like a thing now?<</s>> <<s Belle>>Girl I'm just having fun. I'm way too much woman for him to handle, and besides there's way more cocks than his.<</s>> She said, <<s Belle>>His intensity is fun to experience though, and you're welcome to try it with me.<</s>> As I imagined what that might look like, how my friend's boobs would look swaying under his thrusts... I realized that at least a part of me was entertaining the thought. <<s Belle>>Don't give me an answer just yet.<</s>> She brought me back from imagination land, <<s Belle>>Just think it over. Lots of fun to be had.<</s>> With that, she left me behind there, stunned at how things continued to progress. //This was continously getting more and more interesting with the bimbo I'd created, and the enticing corruption she was now roping around me...// <<link "Move along" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> Outside, in front of my house and taking a breather, stood <<light Eric>>, the person who supposedly organized this entire party. <<if $ericcharacter is "Friendzone">><<s Author>>Hey friend!<</s>> I called out to him as he turned to look at me. I could see in his eyes this odd hope, one that was clearly heightened in the moment. <<s Eric>>Is everything okay?<</s>> He asked as he saw me walk out. <<s Author>>Yeah, why wouldn't it be?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm just making sure you're enjoying your time. It's your big day after all.<</s>> <<s Author>>You don't need to worry all that much, you're doing amazing Eric.<</s>> He nodded ever so subtly, accepting the compliment I gave him. <<s Author>>Don't overthink it.<</s>> I tried to advise him in the moment, hoping to be able to calm his ever racing mind. <<s Eric>>I... I just wanted to show you how much I care is all.<</s>> He said, emotional. <<s Author>>And I can see it, don't worry.<</s>> I said to him then. The sweet boy smiled. It was odd having such a friend, but it was well in line with his character for a long time now. I'd helped him reach that point, I figured.<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Hopeful">><<s Author>>Fancy meeting you here!<</s>> The man smiled as he saw me there with him. <<s Eric>>Nah you followed me out.<</s>> He said, maybe a bit too arrogantly. I gave him a laugh. <<s Author>>Someone's looking more confident.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Well I'm doing a lot of right things, I kind of deserve to feel good.<</s>> <<s Author>>Deserve is a big word.<</s>> I teased him. He fell for it yet again. <<s Eric>>Don't I?<</s>> He was trying to push his luck, I felt, and following spring break and how things went, it was only a matter of time before something like that happened. <<s Author>>Passion is passion, not deserved or demanded.<</s>> I said. <<light Eric>> went calm for a moment, thoughtful. <<s Eric>>You're right.<</s>> He finally said, breaking that heavy silence. There was still a lot of emotion there, I realized, hoping that I'd soon find a way to better guide it, hoping that it wouldn't have a negative impact on my actual relationship.<<else>><<s Author>>Hey Eric!<</s>> I greeted him. <<s Author>>Cool party.<</s>> He smiled wide at my statement. <<s Eric>>You like it?<</s>> <<s Author>>My best birthday party so far.<</s>> I admitted to him. He was smiling really wide at that, the evolution of our friendship ever so sweet.<</if>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's get inside.<</s>> The man only nodded in agreement, walking back in with me. <<link "Back inside" "Bday Main">><</link>>

<<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<s Yara>>That class sure was something, huh!<</s>> <<light Yara>> was clearly referring to the latest class we'd had with <<light Tarnipp>>. <<light Jerome>> being on the other side of that divide had to ask more about it. <<s Jerome>>What about it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well last week we'd learned about men who fake their masculinity,<</s>> She answered him, <<s Yara>>And this one we were looking at how to control these men and their erections.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> laughed at that statement. <<s Jerome>>You'll be happy to know that I ain't faking nothing.<</s>> He said, spreading his legs like only a man would want to. <<s Yara>>Unfortunately, I know that.<</s>> Such an admission was a lot coming from her, but everyone here could say the same about the man. <<if $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>I already knew the same was true about my partner, <<light Samuel>>, who was sitting on one of my sides while our third sat on the other. This one had more to be hoped for, I thought, as the conversation continued around us.<<elseif $springbreak.has("MyaSamuelEnd")>><<light Mya>>, seated next to <<light Samuel>>, only helped with his case. <<s Mya>>My boyfriend sure can't fit in one. He knows how to use his weapon quite well.<</s>> She spoke with honesty... And a bit of lechery.<<else>>Next to him, <<light Samuel>> showed the same amount of confidence in his prowess and what was between his pants, something about the both of them striking me as interesting as the conversation continued around us.<</if>> <<s Yara>>And about that female chastity...<</s>> The athlete mused, her imagination no wonder taking her places. <<light Jerome>> was quick to interject with his own opinion. <<s Jerome>>Chastity, huh?<</s>> He now understood the actual topic, <<s Jerome>>I wouldn't subject my lovers to that, I'm more than enough to ensure that they stay horny.<</s>> <<s Yara>>It isn't about horniness, I feel.<</s>> She just had to argue with him... <<s Yara>>It's about control. It's about making sure the other person knows where their pleasure comes from.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It shows desperation, to want to control someone like that. Let them free, and see how they flock back to you.<</s>> He said, <<s Jerome>>If you're truly confident.<</s>> <<if $jasmincharacter is "Full Addict">>His statement rang truer as he held onto his prized lover, <<light Jasmin>>, by his side, driving the point home. She'd tried to move away, and yet he was able to keep her with him after the break.<<else>>His statement would have been way more impactful had he actually proved it with <<light Jasmin>>, who was looking at him with a decent level of disdain. There was clear lines being drawn in the sand, and <<light Jerome>> was all but ensuring that these are clear.<</if>> But my attention was not there. Alongside this conversation, two individuals were watching with intent to the topic being discussed, one of which I had the opportunity to tease in class already. I figured, if there was ever a time to start their journey into this newfound exertion of power, that now would be the perfect time for it. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<linkreplace "Ask Yara: Do you think trans girls should lock their clits away?">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ella Chastity Option" 1>><<s Author>>Hey Yara, do you think trans girls should lock their clits away?<</s>> I asked my mistress, wanting to keep the needle moving in that direction. <<light Yara>>'s face lit up, as if we'd just found the true solution to the topic that was <<light Ella>>. This one was listening intently, trying to find out if there was ever a chance for her to join us. <<s Yara>>Actually... I think that would be the perfect solution to an unwanted dilemma.<</s>> She mentioned with the excitement of a child with a new toy. <<s Ella>>That would make me a sissy.<</s>> It wasn't "That would make the trans woman a sissy"; it was "ME". <<light Ella>> knew where this was taking things, and yet, she didn't argue with the premise of it. She was just clarifying things. <<s Yara>>No. Your pronouns are she/her. You are feminine entirely. But locking you up would be a fine solution to a dilemma which is called penis.<</s>> I could see <<light Eva>>'s interest in the things that were being said, and I could feel <<light Ella>>'s hesitation at this. <<s Eva>>It's overrated, Ella.<</s>> The sweet submissive said, <<s Eva>>And being with us really is a lot of fun.<</s>> There was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was indeed the case. That was yet another step on the to-be trans sissy's road into our harem, and I already looked forward to it.<</linkreplace>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "ellaonly">><<linkreplace "State: Actually I think trans girls should lock their clits away.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ella Chastity Option" 1>>There was no questions to be asked, there was a statement to be made, in that moment. <<s Author>>I actually think that kind of control is hot, but is not the only thing about chastity.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>I'd love to hold the keys,<</s>> My eyes found <<light Ella>>'s momentarily before moving away, <<s Author>>But this is more about helping "men" understand their true feelings, and what makes them tick.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was listening intently to it all, as was everyone there. <<s Author>>There's obviously some real men in the world, and there are others that are still looking to discover where they fit. Getting their penises out helps them concentrate on their entire body, and therefore accept more of what they truly are.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>Then to each their own.<</s>> There was a sense of understanding from most there, before <<light Jerome>> interjected. <<s Jerome>>Now we know who's top of her class!<</s>> His comment gained a few laughs, though my eyes stayed on <<light Ella>>'s, which showed deep understanding. Yet another step in her journey.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Ella is not present">><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 35>><<linkreplace "Tease Eric about that idea">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Eric Chastity Tease" 1>>My eyes found <<light Eric>>'s then, looking to tease him about his presence and the way things have been progressing for him. He shared that look, the topic not one that he was a stranger to, but rather possibly a direct reference of. <<if $ericcharacter is "Friendzone">>He was in the friendzone, he was waiting for his place in this entire thing, and now, I was giving him some sort of a way to be closer to me, though it wasn't entirely what he might have been hoping for. He still considered it, in that moment, and I considered that a win. To him, he was winning me over. To me, I was simply putting him deeper and deeper under my expert thumb, and he was liking it. Win win, right?<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Hopeful">>The hopeful look he was giving me told me everything. In his eyes, there was a conviction that could not be denied. If that's what it takes for him to be nearer to me, then that's what he would do, the hope that he has that we would end up together too big to ignore. To me though, that was simply yet another step to confirm that he would continue to do whatever to please me.<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Whipped">>The whipped individual had a look of need in his eyes, a need to please and to ensure that I was getting all I wanted. And in his eyes, there was a fear over what he was willing to do to prove himself to me. And I couldn't help but enjoy it, imagining what I could continue to get him to do just to be with me and the body that he so craved.<<else>>There was no doubt to him that he would do anything to make sure I was satisfied with his actions, and I was more than happy to continue to give him opportunities to please me and give me all I need. I would continue to ride this wave, and help him embrace his true final position, in whichever way it presented itself.<</if>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Eric is not into this">><</if>> <<link "That is all" "Bday Main">><</link>></div> <<else>><<s Yara>>That class sure was something, huh!<</s>> <<light Yara>> was clearly referring to the latest class we'd had with <<light Tarnipp>>. <<light Samuel>> being on the other side of that divide had to ask more about it. <<s Samuel>>What about it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well last week we'd learned about men who fake their masculinity,<</s>> She answered him, <<s Yara>>And this one we were looking at how to control these men and their erections.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> laughed at that statement. <<s Samuel>>Oh chastity cages. I've heard of them.<</s>> He said, spreading his legs like only a man would want to, in clash with his statement. <<s Yara>>Interesting that you'd know that!<</s>> She quipped. Her comment gained a few laughs, but <<light Samuel>> took it like a champ. <<if $relationship is "EricSamuelThrouple">>I already knew about him and his truly impressive manhood, unbefitting of a cage... Comparatively with <<light Eric>>... This one had more to be hoped for, I thought, as the conversation continued around us.<<elseif $springbreak.has("MyaSamuelEnd")>><<light Mya>>, seated next to <<light Samuel>>, only helped with his case. <<s Mya>>My boyfriend sure can't fit in one. He knows how to use his weapon quite well.<</s>> She spoke with honesty... And a bit of lechery.<</if>> <<s Yara>>And about that female chastity...<</s>> The athlete mused, her imagination no wonder taking her places. <<light Jasmin>> was quick to interject with her own opinion. <<s Jasmin>>Chastity... Feels a bit extreme...<</s>> She had to admit. <<s Yara>>It isn't about horniness, I feel.<</s>> She just had to argue in favor, of course... <<s Yara>>It's about control. It's about making sure the other person knows where their pleasure comes from.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Isn't it desperate, to want to control someone like that?<</s>> She asked, her recent experience with <<light Jerome>> quite the guide on that behavior, <<s Jasmin>>The more you want to control, the more people will move away from you, I feel.<</s>> My attention was not there. Alongside this conversation, two individuals were watching with intent to the topic being discussed, one of which I had the opportunity to tease in class already. I figured, if there was ever a time to start their journey into this newfound exertion of power, that now would be the perfect time for it. <div id='choices'><<if $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<linkreplace "Ask Yara: Do you think trans girls should lock their clits away?">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ella Chastity Option" 1>><<s Author>>Hey Yara, do you think trans girls should lock their clits away?<</s>> I asked my mistress, wanting to keep the needle moving in that direction. <<light Yara>>'s face lit up, as if we'd just found the true solution to the topic that was <<light Ella>>. This one was listening intently, trying to find out if there was ever a chance for her to join us. <<s Yara>>Actually... I think that would be the perfect solution to an unwanted dilemma.<</s>> She mentioned with the excitement of a child with a new toy. <<s Ella>>That would make me a sissy.<</s>> It wasn't "That would make the trans woman a sissy"; it was "ME". <<light Ella>> knew where this was taking things, and yet, she didn't argue with the premise of it. She was just clarifying things. <<s Yara>>No. Your pronouns are she/her. You are feminine entirely. But locking you up would be a fine solution to a dilemma which is called penis.<</s>> I could see <<light Eva>>'s interest in the things that were being said, and I could feel <<light Ella>>'s hesitation at this. <<s Eva>>It's overrated, Ella.<</s>> The sweet submissive said, <<s Eva>>And being with us really is a lot of fun.<</s>> There was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was indeed the case. That was yet another step on the to-be trans sissy's road into our harem, and I already looked forward to it.<</linkreplace>><<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem" or $relationship is "ellaonly">><<linkreplace "State: Actually I think trans girls should lock their clits away.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ella Chastity Option" 1>>There was no questions to be asked, there was a statement to be made, in that moment. <<s Author>>I actually think that kind of control is hot, but is not the only thing about chastity.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>I'd love to hold the keys,<</s>> My eyes found <<light Ella>>'s momentarily before moving away, <<s Author>>But this is more about helping "men" understand their true feelings, and what makes them tick.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was listening intently to it all, as was everyone there. <<s Author>>There's obviously some real men in the world, and there are others that are still looking to discover where they fit. Getting their penises out helps them concentrate on their entire body, and therefore accept more of what they truly are.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>Then to each their own.<</s>> There was a sense of understanding from most there, before <<light Samuel>> interjected. <<s Samuel>>Now we know who's top of her class!<</s>> His comment gained a few laughs, though my eyes stayed on <<light Ella>>'s, which showed deep understanding. Yet another step in her journey.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Ella is not present">><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 35>><<linkreplace "Tease Eric about that idea">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Eric Chastity Tease" 1>>My eyes found <<light Eric>>'s then, looking to tease him about his presence and the way things have been progressing for him. He shared that look, the topic not one that he was a stranger to, but rather possibly a direct reference of. <<if $ericcharacter is "Friendzone">>He was in the friendzone, he was waiting for his place in this entire thing, and now, I was giving him some sort of a way to be closer to me, though it wasn't entirely what he might have been hoping for. He still considered it, in that moment, and I considered that a win. To him, he was winning me over. To me, I was simply putting him deeper and deeper under my expert thumb, and he was liking it. Win win, right?<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Hopeful" or $thoughts.has("Cuck Relationship") or $thoughts.has("Open Relationship")>>The hopeful look he was giving me told me everything. In his eyes, there was a conviction that could not be denied. If that's what it takes for him to be nearer to me, then that's what he would do, the hope that he has that we would end up together too big to ignore. To me though, that was simply yet another step to confirm that he would continue to do whatever to please me.<<elseif $ericcharacter is "Whipped">>The whipped individual had a look of need in his eyes, a need to please and to ensure that I was getting all I wanted. And in his eyes, there was a fear over what he was willing to do to prove himself to me. And I couldn't help but enjoy it, imagining what I could continue to get him to do just to be with me and the body that he so craved.<<else>>There was no doubt to him that he would do anything to make sure I was satisfied with his actions, and I was more than happy to continue to give him opportunities to please me and give me all I need. I would continue to ride this wave, and help him embrace his true final position, in whichever way it presented itself.<</if>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Eric is not into this">><</if>> <<link "That is all" "Bday Main">><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0>><<set $advantage to "none">><<if $springbreak.has("EvaEllaCouple") and $relationship is "JeromeHarem" or $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" and $springbreak.has("EvaEllaCouple")>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>I want her to stay behind.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> had approached me towards the end of the party, just as people were starting these clear signs of being tired, with his plan. <<s Author>>Yara? She's still here.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>No. Eva.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was with <<light Ella>>. It was all but confirmed for me mere moments ago when I talked to them, and now <<light Jerome>> had his sights on her... <<s Author>>Why Eva?<</s>> I was curious to see his reasoning. <<s Jerome>>If Yara sees her seduction, she'll be as good as mine.<</s>> He just wanted numbers to his harem. But at the end of the day, it was also a number of additional beauties to be with. And if what he had said about <<light Ella>> earlier was also to be trusted, then having <<light Eva>> stay behind would also mean <<light Ella>> would be on her way... <<s Jerome>>Make it work.<</s>> My master was keen on getting the best result possible tonight, no matter what it meant for the evening. Around then, <<light Eva>> and <<light Ella>> approached me, ready to leave. <<s Ella>>Thank you for the lovely evening.<</s>> The beautiful <<light Ella>> spoke. <<s Eva>>I had a blast.<</s>> There was a moment where I thought I'd let her leave, spare her from whatever games were about to ensue here... And I had to make my choice, one that would impact mine and her relationship. <div id='choices'><<link "Convince Eva to stay behind">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> Later that night, <<light Eva>> and <<light Yara>> seated across from us, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> got to work in their seduction, believing a direct approach was the right one. <<light Jerome>> wanted <<light Eva>> seduced, and only I could make it happen. <<if $evacharacter is "Submissive">>Thankfully, I'd already worked on her character for a long time now, leading her up to this point. She might have been with <<light Ella>>, but right now, <<light Eva>> was one of the most submissive people I've ever known, and <<light Jerome>> one of the most dominant ones. <<s Author>>Isn't it just beautiful?<</s>> I whispered in her ear, having her look at the lovely scene in front of her. <<light Yara>> was also watching all of it unfold in front of her. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<s Author>>Look at how big it is, and how small <<light Jasmin>> looks with it.<</s>> I spoke enticingly. <<s Author>>Do you think it would look that good with you around?<</s>> <<s Eva>>But Ella...<</s>> A hesitant <<light Eva>> was still trying to find her way out of it. <<s Author>>Wouldn't she want you to enjoy your time? Wouldn't she join if she was here?<</s>> I was turning myself on at the seduction I was actively causing. <<s Author>>Soon she will be able to join us, but it all starts with you.<</s>> It all really started a long time ago, this was just the culmination of a long road coming. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> <<light Jerome>> moved closer, allowing her to fall for the trap we were setting. But she wasn't the only person being seduced tonight... <<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<linkreplace "Yara doesn't sit still">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<light Yara>> was not going to sit still while all of this unfolded in front of her, and instead went on the offensive. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> Off came her clothes, revealing a toned body underneath as <<light Eva>> found herself confused on whether to look at the sexy athlete or to continue to enjoy the black cock in her hand. It all felt surreal, as <<light Jerome>>'s cock twitched some as he looked at the sexy woman he so craved right there in front of him in all her glory, not realizing what was really happening. I realized, a bit too late, that I was looking at her more than I was looking at him, as she moved herself closer to <<light Jasmin>>. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> If <<light Jerome>> was playing checkers trying to seduce <<light Yara>>, she was playing chess in her seduction of not only <<light Eva>>, but also his proclaimed Queen of Spades <<light Jasmin>>. Their lips clashed in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> watched it all unfold, and I couldn't help but feel turned on at the whole situation. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> Sex rose through the air as I looked at the both of them, <<light Eva>>'s hand still moving on <<light Jerome>>'s cock if only as a distraction. The dominant athlete was actively seducing his lover away from him, and the man watched as the sapphic scene unfolded, way beyond what he thought was possible. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Down came <<light Yara>>, enjoying <<light Jasmin>>'s body like only she could, memories of all our past times together now rushing through me, the dominant woman reminding me of when I was the focus of her attention. And I felt jealous in that moment, seeing another being seduced away from <<light Jerome>>, thinking to myself "It should have been me!" Sllwoly but surely, <<light Eva>> and I gravitated towards the scene unfolding, wanting to be close, wanting to be a part of it. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was a gracious host, allowing us to join her in the scene that unfolded in front of the black man's eyes, a display of affection and sex that he had no say in. We had all moved away from him, and into <<light Yara>>'s arms, the claim clear as day as our horniness overtook us. The passion of the moment rising slowly but surely. <<s Yara>>Good girls.<</s>> Her praise meant the world. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> At her guidance, <<light Eva>> and I went to work on our additional lover, seducing <<light Jasmin>> into sapphic energy and romance, and away from the person she'd long been devoted to. My own devotion was being shaken, as I felt the emotions that I was feeling right now, how right and correct it all was... I was beyond turned on by this entire situation, and the fact that <<light Yara>> was bringing it along... I had had a conversation with her ealier tonight, and now, I was proving that what I had said about her was right. She was the truest dominant tonight, and I knew that the back and forth between her and my supposed "master" was now leaning heavily in her favor. I was more than keen on seeing her influence grow, turned on immensely by it. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Yara watches with rapt attention">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">>And her attention was all over him, as was <<light Yara>>'s, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Seeing the seemingly innocent submissive girl, the woman that was supposed to be hers a long time ago, the woman she was looking to seduce, being seduced away from her, by none other than the guy that wanted her to be his. <<light Jerome>> was playing <<light Yara>> like a fiddle, and she was entirely falling for it. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> And it was beautiful to see that scene unfold alongside what was once a dominant woman and is now an eager spectator of the scene that was unfolding. <<light Eva>>, forgetting about everything else, was now falling entirely for <<light Jerome>>'s charms, and <<light Yara>> could no longer deny that she was just as interested in it as everyone else here was. And so, in front of the supposed lesbo woman's eyes, <<light Jerome>> carried <<light Eva>> and prepared her for a good drilling. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> A true show of prowess and capability, and one that we could all enjoy and be jealous of. <<light Jasmin>> and I had worked so hard to help him seduce these women, and now we are left watching him pleasure them instead. <<light Yara>> would not get to taste him today, but she was definitely already his. More of us, less of him to each of us. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> So when we were allowed to blow him, we fought over his cock like the greedy sluts that we were, feeling <<light Yara>> watch us needily, and knowing that we were entirely successful in her seduction. Hungrily lapping at his BBC, wanting to taste him eagerly. Unfortunately for me and the girl he'd just seduced <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>> would get a final say, lapping his cum off his body as <<light Yara>> rushed to excuse herself. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> It would only be a matter of time before she comes back begging. <<light Eva>>, hazy minded, would too soon be his to claim alongside her "girlfriend". <<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<link "Stay behind with my master" "Bday Jerome Harem Filming">><</link>><<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<link "Stay behind with my dominants" "Bday MyaJerome Harem Filming">><</link>><<else>><<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</if>><</linkreplace>><</if>> <<elseif $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<less "Eva" 30>>It was a big task for me though, realizing that by helping <<light Eva>> get closer to <<light Ella>>, I had inadvertantly moved her out of <<light Jerome>>'s grasp entirely. And <<light Yara>> was all too happy to take over that gap as she looked to console <<light Eva>> away from the sight in front of them. <<s Yara>>Straights being straights.<</s>> She said domineeringly, standing from her place. <<s Jerome>>Where are you going? Not looking for fun?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'd much rather keep Eva safe from you.<</s>> She wanted to put my master and lover in his place. <<s Eva>>I'm leaving.<</s>> Just like that, <<light Jerome>>'s plan fell apart around him, as I was unable to keep up with his expectations. No one else would have been able to, not with how I've treated my friends so far, with the dignity and respect that they'd deserved. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <<else>><<less "Eva" 30>>It was a big ask from me though, realizing that by helping <<light Eva>>'s budding relationship with <<light Ella>>, by respecting her character all this time and giving her agency, I'd helped her move away from her submissive urges and towards a more mindful presence. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I whispered in her ear, to no avail. <<s Eva>>It's absolutely revolting.<</s>> She'd reply before standing up to leave. <<s Eva>>Don't you fucking dare rope me into such games.<</s>> She said with such intense conviction that I'd never seen her in. <<s Eva>>This is not my thing, and you better respect my relationship with Ella, <<print $name>>.<</s>> I'd helped them get together, but I'd also just now moved against everything I'd done these past few months. //For what?// <<s Yara>>I... I'm leaving with you.<</s>> The other woman announced, standing alongside her yet unable to stop herself from sneaking a glance at my lover's cock. <<s Eva>>Let's go.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> had a frown on his face as they walked out, though his movements were not towards them anymore. <<light Yara>> rushed out with <<light Eva>> leaving us behind with a steback for our plan, though not for long. <<if $relationship is "JeromeHarem">><<link "Stay behind with my master" "Bday Jerome Harem Filming">><</link>><<else>><<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</if>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let her go">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Goodnight loves.<</s>> I hugged them both at the same time, not willing to jeapordize them for whatever games we had going on. For now, they'd be safe from <<light Jerome>>'s insatiable appetite. I could only hope they'd continue to keep their distance. <<s Author>>Good night!<</s>> That ensured that our evening would remain a sexless one, but at least it also meant that whatever progress he was hoping to have with <<light Yara>>, <<light Jerome>> would have to wait for another day... <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "JJThrouple">><<set $jasmincharacter to "Free">><<pickup $friendsevents "JeromeHarem Undone" 1>>Here we were, towards the end of the night, with <<light Jerome>> dangerously silent. As he had been for a while now. There was something intense about the situation, as I waited with deep anticipation as to what he would do. The action he would take. The future he would choose. And he made his decision. <<s Jerome>>Hey Eva, like what you see?<</s>> <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> Despite the woman's clear interest in him, <<light Jerome>> would not enjoy her attention for too long. <<s Jasmin>>You fucking asshole.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> would not take that final disrespect, keen on putting the man in place in this final moment of our relationship. <<s Jasmin>>I've kept up with your shenanigans for too long, and we've given you the benefit of the doubt for one final time.<</s>> She announced, <<s Jasmin>>But I'm way beyond that now. Now, we're done.<</s>> She was rightfully angry, finally saying what he'd deserved to hear for a long time now. <<s Jasmin>>Fucking leave, asshole.<</s>> The man looked at me one final time. <<s Author>>Leave, Jerome.<</s>> I joined my voice to hers, finally seeing him out of the equation as I agreed that he'd made his final decision then and there. He walked out, leaving us behind with the other two ladies there, <<light Eva>> and <<light Yara>>. <<s Yara>>You good?<</s>> both <<light Jasmin>> and I were quite emotional, and our friends moved closer to us to make sure we were feeling good after the intense moment we'd faced. <<s Jasmin>>I... I don't know.<</s>> She spoke hesitantly. <<s Jasmin>>He's fucking insatiable.<</s>> I agreed that he was. <<s Author>>He wouldn't take no for an answer. He ruined the relationship we had.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Where do we go now?<</s>> I needed to know, to have an answer for her. In the expectant eyes of both our friends... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Yara's an attractive domme">><<set $relationship to "YaraHarem">><<pickup $thoughts "Jasmin in Harem" 1>><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<replace "#choices">><<light Yara>>'s eyes caught mine, our most recent conversation still fresh in mind. <<s Author>>Yara's never guided me astray.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>And Jerome is at least right in that she is attractive.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> imperceptibly nodded her head, seemingly agreeing with my statement. <<s Yara>>I wouldn't mind taking care of both of you, away from that man's negative influence.<</s>> The woman announced, her eyes showing clear signs of interest. <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> was looking at her with the same amount of reverence we held... <<s Author>>Would you have us?<</s>> Her smile was wide. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Don't mind if I do.<</s>> She was more than happy to take us in, her lips quickly attacking <<light Jasmin>>'s. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> Traded kisses between my lover and my soon-to-be mistress... A beautiful sight that left me wandering. Was this what was always meant to be, away from the annoying man's attention? Had I decided to be with <<light Jasmin>> hoping that I'd eventually find my way with her at <<light Yara>>'s beck and call? In the moment, I didn't know what was the most valuable, the fact that I'd managed to stay with <<light Jasmin>>, or that I'd now had <<light Yara>>'s sexy body so close to me. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> Watching them kiss one another turned me on immensely, my attractiveness to the entire situation far too great. I realized, watching them, just how much sapphic attention turned me on, and for just how long I'd imagined I'd share this kind of play with <<light Jasmin>> myself. I needed a taste of my lover to myself. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Down between her legs I went, eagerly licking her folds with the care and attention that I knew she deserved, and I was more than eager to be pleasing her, showing her that this was the future we deserved, her and I. In each other's arms, and in the courageous and knowledgeable arms of our dominant lover. A lover that did well to bring me up across her lap, and enticed her other new subs to play with me. <<s Yara>>Let's show this birthday girl what beautiful gift being a part of my harem is.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> Indeed, they did show me a good time, their attention all I wanted and more, the connection between myself and <<light Jasmin>> growing deeper than ever in this sapphic romantic setting we'd cultivated amongst our two lovers. More than eager to please and be pleased in each other's arms. A needed attention for my birthday, growing more and more intense. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> Under our new mistress' watchful gaze, my lovers went about pleasing me on both ends, one licking at my nipples while the other dove between my legs, our love intensifying by the second, our lesbian affection growing stronger and stronger. We'd finally found our way out of the toxic relationship we'd been in, and into the capable arms of a true dominant in <<light Yara>>. A dominant I wanted nothing more than to please. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex" and $evacharacter is "Submissive" and $subdom gte 50>><<link "I can take care of all of them">><<set $relationship to "MeHarem">><<pickup $thoughts "Yara in Harem" 1 "Jasmin in Harem" 1>><<set $advantage to "Me">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think it's about time I showing you all just how much you've been missing.<</s>> I announced with all the confidence I had in me, finally finding the courage to step into the spotlight. <<s Yara>>All of us?<</s>> My once dominant friend asked, her curiosity clear in the way she looked at me. <<s Author>>You've been wanting this for far too long.<</s>> I said to her, knowing exactly what she'd craved from me, just like <<if $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<light Belle>><<else>><<light Eva>><</if>> and <<light Jasmin>> did. <<s Author>>Show Jasmin what we've been missing out on.<</s>> <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> "Missing out on" was her body, something she'd been wanting to offer for far too long, and not to <<light Jerome>>. I had tried to play along with his games, wanting to make a relationship between him, <<light Jasmin>>, and I work, but it was not in the cards for us. Instead, I was left picking up the crumbs of the destroyed relationship, finally seeking a connection that resembled me more. <<s Author>>You're welcome to kiss one another, Eva and Jasmin. It's clear you've been wanting to.<</s>> I encouraged them, and they were more than eager to follow my command. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> <<s Author>>Like what you see, Yara?<</s>> I asked the now submissive woman, as she watched them kiss one another in rapt attention. <<s Yara>>I've been wanting this for too long.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yet its all mine.<</s>> I warned, <<s Author>>You understand that, don't you?<</s>> The once dominant woman was quick to weaken her stance, wanting to show that she completely understood how things went between us, eager to proclaim me as the true dominant of this newly forming relationship. <<s Author>>How about you taste her lips then.<</s>> I said, inviting her to kiss my longest-standing lover as I watched along. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> And so <<light Yara>>'s lips found <<light Jasmin>>'s, their passion growing by the second as they both rushed to pleasure one another, and remove each other's clothes. <<s Author>>That's hot, isn't it?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Way too hot.<</s>> My newest pet agreed with the statement, before I got to interject some more. <<s Author>>It would be hotter if you got to taste Jasmin, don't you think?<</s>> It took a moment for the nerd to understand exactly what I meant with my statement, as she eventually found herself between my activist lover's legs. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> <<s Jasmin>>Mmm Fuckk!<</s>> The naughty woman moaned out, receiving a kind of oral attention that she'd never had. <<s Author>>See there are more ways to find pleasure than simply playing with a big cock.<</s>> I taunted her, receiving appreciative moans from my lover. <<s Jasmin>>It's so fucking good.<</s>> <<s Author>>You lesbos are awesome.<</s>> I praised my pets. <<s Author>>Let's show Jasmin what kind of relationship we now have.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>> found herself across our laps, as we went about playing with her body with deep intensity and passion, wanting to push her way beyond the edge with our fingers and hands, wanting to show her that sapphic attention was more than enough to please her. I was finally at peace in my relationship, as I continued to guide the action, a mistress in an intense, and true relationship. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Make her cum.<</s>> My wish was now three women's command, as they rushed to follow my instructions with all the eagerness that truly devoted pets could have. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Yara's not dominant enough">><</if>> <<link "We could be together">><<set $relationship to "JasminRomance">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We don't need anything or anyone else.<</s>> I said to her, trying to be as reassuring as possible, <<s Author>>We're good on our own.<</s>> It might have been what we'd always wanted out of this, I realized, as I held her in my arms on my couch, softly stroking one another as we tried to comfort each other. A while later, <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> had given us our privacy, allowing us the space to play with one another in the best ways we knew how. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> For tonight though, our relationship and attention would be a soft one, a way to reconnect with one another, to allow romance to bloom once more between us, and held us mend broken hearts. He'd done his number on us, hesitant kisses slowly growing more intense, but not quite too intense so as not to trigger us in any way. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss2.mp4">> We were tense, and our hands held one another in the softness that only a sapphic relationship between two femmes could carry. And it felt right. For once, it felt right to be here like this, without any additional expectations or plans. We wanted a true connection, and we were slowly getting it at the correct pace. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> And though we did get taken away at some point, it was a sweet evening of loving that awaited us, the past now behind us and the future not yet to be worried about. We didn't have the university, we didn't have her father's full trust, but we had each other, and that's what mattered in the moment. <<vid "bday/romanticlesbo1.mp4">> <<s Author>>I'm sorry for him.<</s>> I whispered to her at one point as she tucked me in bed. <<s Jasmin>>It's in the past.<</s>> She gave me a soft kiss before walking out, an uncertain but courageous future awaiting us. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We'd better be single">><<set $relationship to "none">><<replace "#choices">>I needed time to myself, and while I wished I could answer my lover with more confidence, I didn't have it in me to truly guide her hand towards a relationship with me all too soon. <<s Author>>I think we'd better be single.<</s>> I announced to her, a great chagrin passing through her at that statement. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. We need time to mend the wound.<</s>> <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> remained with us for a long time thereafter to ensure that we were feeling good, before eventually we'd all called it an evening. <<s Jasmin>>Be safe, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My ex-lover said then, <<s Jasmin>>And sorry for the "fun" end to the night.<</s>> <<s Author>>It was bound to happen.<</s>> I said apologetically. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem" and $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Jerome>>If we target Eva -or Belle whatever the fuck she wants to be named- in front of her, Yara will fall for me and I'll finally get to fuck the lesbo prude.<</s>> The man had finally revealed his approach, and it seemed like I'd have a goal to fulfill as I walked back inside, looking to serve his vision of what things would look like. Here we were, seated and spectating to the scene unfolding in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> revealed himself alongside <<light Jasmin>> to an attracted <<light Belle>>, openly looking at what he had to offer and needily imagining what she could be doing to him. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> He was quick to start his seduction of the bimbo woman, eager to get her along on the journey. <<s Author>>Isn't it beautiful?<</s>> I was trying to be seductive in the bimbo's ears, but she didn't need any convincing. <<s Belle>>You don't need to tell me!<</s>> The bimbo called out, slowly and respectfully moving closer to the attractive man. <<light Yara>> watched as the scene evolved in front of her. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<s Author>>Look at how big it is, and how small <<light Jasmin>> looks with it.<</s>> I spoke enticingly. <<s Author>>Do you think it would look that good with you too around?<</s>> In my own house, while I still tried to seduce, I'd been reduced to witness. Witness of <<light Belle>>'s attractiveness to BBC and the direct seduction that <<light Jerome>> was instilling. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> The way she jumped at him, wanting a taste of the cock that she seemed to so desperately crave... A part of me would describe it as inspiring. Another part would be jealous at the way she could so easily let go and follow her instincts, though I'd tasted my lover countless times before... And I'd feel self-conscious about the whole thing, if <<light Yara>> was not also watching the entire scene unfold, if my other white partner was not a part of this seduction, watching it all happen and enjoying it just as I was. I wanted her roped in, just like I wanted the other woman watching there. I wanted <<light Jerome>> to be proud of me. It had all really started a long time ago, this just being the culmination of a long road coming. <<light Jerome>> moved closer, allowing her to fall for the trap we were setting. But she wasn't the only person being seduced tonight... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<linkreplace "Yara doesn't sit still">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<light Yara>> was not going to sit still while all of this unfolded in front of her, and instead went on the offensive. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> Off came her clothes, revealing a toned body underneath as <<light Belle>> found herself confused on whether to look at the sexy athlete or to continue to enjoy the black cock in her hand, the dumb mind on her finally confronted with a naughty choice here. It all felt surreal, as <<light Jerome>>'s cock twitched some as he looked at the sexy woman he so craved right there in front of him in all her glory, not realizing what was really happening. I realized, a bit too late, that I was looking at her more than I was looking at him, as she moved herself closer to <<light Jasmin>>. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> If <<light Jerome>> was playing checkers trying to seduce <<light Yara>>, she was playing chess in her seduction of not only <<light Belle>>, but also his proclaimed Queen of Spades <<light Jasmin>>. Their lips clashed in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> watched it all unfold, and I couldn't help but feel turned on at the whole situation. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> The smell of sex rose through the air as I looked at the both of them, <<light Belle>>'s hand still moving on <<light Jerome>>'s cock if only as a distraction. The dominant athlete was actively seducing his lover away from him, and the man watched as the sapphic scene unfolded, way beyond what he thought was possible. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Down came <<light Yara>>, enjoying <<light Jasmin>>'s body like only she could, memories of all our past times together now rushing through me, the dominant woman reminding me of when I was the focus of her attention. And I felt jealous in that moment, seeing another being seduced away from <<light Jerome>>, thinking to myself "It should have been me!" Slowly but surely, <<light Belle>> and I gravitated towards the scene unfolding, wanting to be close, wanting to be a part of it. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was a gracious host, allowing us to join her in the scene that unfolded in front of the black man's eyes, a display of affection and sex that he had no say in. We had all moved away from him, and into <<light Yara>>'s arms, the claim clear as day as our horniness overtook us. The passion of the moment rising slowly but surely. <<s Yara>>Good girls.<</s>> Her praise meant the world. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> At her guidance, <<light Belle>> and I went to work on our additional lover, seducing <<light Jasmin>> into sapphic energy and romance, and away from the person she'd long been devoted to. My own devotion was being shaken, as I felt the emotions that I was feeling right now, how right and correct it all was... I was beyond turned on by this entire situation, and the fact that <<light Yara>> was bringing it along... I had had a conversation with her ealier tonight, and now, I was proving that what I had said about her was right. She was the truest dominant tonight, and I knew that the back and forth between her and my supposed "master" was now leaning heavily in her favor. I was more than keen on seeing her influence grow, turned on immensely by it. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Yara watches with rapt attention">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">>And her attention was all over him, as was <<light Yara>>'s, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Seeing the seemingly innocent submissive girl, the woman that was supposed to be hers a long time ago, the woman she was looking to seduce, being seduced away from her, by none other than the guy that wanted her to be his. <<light Jerome>> was playing <<light Yara>> like a fiddle, and she was entirely falling for it. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> And it was beautiful to see that scene unfold alongside what was once a dominant woman and is now an eager spectator of the scene that was unfolding. <<light Belle>>, forgetting about everything else, was now falling entirely for <<light Jerome>>'s charms, and <<light Yara>> could no longer deny that she was just as interested in it as everyone else here was. And so, in front of the supposed lesbo woman's eyes, <<light Jerome>> carried <<light Belle>> and prepared her for a good drilling. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> A true show of prowess and capability, and one that we could all enjoy and be jealous of. <<light Jasmin>> and I had worked so hard to help him seduce these women, and now we are left watching him pleasure them instead. <<light Yara>> would not get to taste him today, but she was definitely already his. More of us, less of him to each of us. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> So when we were allowed to blow him, we fought over his cock like the greedy sluts that we were, feeling <<light Yara>> watch us needily, and knowing that we were entirely successful in her seduction. Hungrily lapping at his BBC, wanting to taste him eagerly. Unfortunately for me and the girl he'd just seduced <<light Belle>>, <<light Jasmin>> would get a final say, lapping his cum off his body as <<light Yara>> rushed to excuse herself. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> It would only be a matter of time before she comes back begging. <<light Belle>>, hazy minded, would too soon be his to claim alongside the supposed "athlete". <<link "Stay behind with my master" "Bday Jerome Harem Filming">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" and $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<s Jerome>>If we target Eva -or Belle whatever the fuck she wants to be named- in front of her, Yara will fall for me and I'll finally get to fuck the lesbo prude.<</s>> The man had finally revealed his approach, and it seemed like I'd have a goal to fulfill as I walked back inside, looking to serve his vision of what things would look like. Here we were, seated and spectating to the scene unfolding in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> revealed himself alongside <<light Jasmin>> to an attracted <<light Belle>>, openly looking at what he had to offer and needily imagining what she could be doing to him. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> He was quick to start his seduction of the bimbo woman, eager to get her along on the journey. <<s Mya>>Isn't it beautiful?<</s>> <<light Mya>> was trying to be seductive in the bimbo's ears, but she didn't need any convincing. <<s Belle>>You don't need to tell me!<</s>> The bimbo called out, slowly and respectfully moving closer to the attractive man. <<light Yara>> watched as the scene evolved in front of her. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<s Mya>>Look at how big it is, and how small <<light Jasmin>> looks with it.<</s>> The cheerleader spoke enticingly. <<s Mya>>Do you think it would look that good with you too around?<</s>> In my own house, I'd been reduced to witness of this two-frontal assault, a cheerleader enticing the athlete while her dominant partner got to work on the close bimbo she'd long been after. Witness of <<light Belle>>'s attractiveness to BBC and the direct seduction that <<light Jerome>> was instilling. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> The way she jumped at him, wanting a taste of the cock that she seemed to so desperately crave... A part of me would describe it as inspiring. Another part would be jealous at the way she could so easily let go and follow her instincts, though I'd tasted my lover countless times before... And I'd feel self-conscious about the whole thing, if <<light Yara>> was not also watching the entire scene unfold, if my other white partner was not a part of this seduction, watching it all happen and enjoying it just as I was. I wanted her roped in, just like I wanted the other woman watching there. I wanted <<light Jerome>> and <<light Mya>> to be proud of me. It had all really started a long time ago, this just being the culmination of a long road coming. <<light Jerome>> moved closer, allowing her to fall for the trap we were setting. But she wasn't the only person being seduced tonight... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<linkreplace "Yara doesn't sit still">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<light Yara>> was not going to sit still while all of this unfolded in front of her, and instead went on the offensive. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> Off came her clothes, revealing a toned body underneath as <<light Belle>> found herself confused on whether to look at the sexy athlete or to continue to enjoy the black cock in her hand, or the attractive Ebony woman on her side. It all felt surreal, as <<light Jerome>>'s cock twitched some as he looked at the sexy woman he so craved right there in front of him in all her glory, not realizing what was really happening. I realized, a bit too late, that I was looking at her more than I was looking at him, as she moved herself closer to <<light Jasmin>>. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> If <<light Jerome>> and <<light Mya>> were playing checkers trying to seduce <<light Yara>>, she was playing chess in her seduction of not only <<light Belle>>, but also his proclaimed Queen of Spades <<light Jasmin>>. Their lips clashed in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> watched it all unfold, and I couldn't help but feel turned on at the whole situation. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> The smell of sex rose through the air as I looked at the both of them, <<light Belle>>'s hand still moving on <<light Jerome>>'s cock if only as a distraction. The dominant athlete was actively seducing his lover away from him, and the man watched as the sapphic scene unfolded, way beyond what he thought was possible. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Down came <<light Yara>>, enjoying <<light Jasmin>>'s body like only she could, memories of all our past times together now rushing through me, the dominant woman reminding me of when I was the focus of her attention. And I felt jealous in that moment, seeing another being seduced away from <<light Jerome>>, thinking to myself "It should have been me!" The beautiful cheerleader was equally enticed by the scene that was unfolding in front of all of us, watching with clear interest as the athlete got to her work. Slowly but surely, all us women gravitated towards the scene unfolding, wanting to be close, wanting to be a part of it. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was a gracious host, allowing us to join her in the scene that unfolded in front of the black couple's eyes, a display of affection and sex that he had no say in. We had all but one moved away from him, and into <<light Yara>>'s arms, the claim clear as day as our horniness overtook us. The passion of the moment rising slowly but surely. <<s Yara>>Good girls.<</s>> Her praise meant the world. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> At her guidance, <<light Belle>> and I went to work on our additional lover, seducing <<light Jasmin>> into sapphic energy and romance, and away from the person she'd long been devoted to. My own devotion was being shaken, as I felt the emotions that I was feeling right now, how right and correct it all was... I was beyond turned on by this entire situation, and the fact that <<light Yara>> was bringing it along... I had had a conversation with her ealier tonight, and now, I was proving that what I had said about her was right. She was the truest dominant tonight, and I knew that the back and forth between her and my supposed "master" was now leaning heavily in her favor. I was more than keen on seeing her influence grow, turned on immensely by it. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Yara watches with rapt attention">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">>And her attention was all over him, as was <<light Yara>>'s, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Seeing the seemingly innocent submissive girl, the woman that was supposed to be hers a long time ago, the woman she was looking to seduce, being seduced away from her, by none other than the guy that wanted her to be his. <<light Jerome>> was playing <<light Yara>> like a fiddle, and she was entirely falling for it. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> And it was beautiful to see that scene unfold alongside what was once a dominant woman and is now an eager spectator of the scene that was unfolding. <<light Belle>>, forgetting about everything else, was now falling entirely for <<light Jerome>>'s charms, and <<light Yara>> could no longer deny that she was just as interested in it as everyone else here was. And so, in front of the supposed lesbo woman's eyes, <<light Jerome>> carried <<light Belle>> and prepared her for a good drilling. <<s Mya>>That's it, let go of your control and embrace the beauty of black power.<</s>> The attractive ebony cheerleader was cheering <<light Yara>> on, leading her into this haze that was falling on me too. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> A true show of prowess and capability, and one that we could all enjoy and be jealous of. <<light Jasmin>> and I had worked so hard to help him seduce these women, and now we are left watching him pleasure them instead. <<light Yara>> would not get to taste him today, but she was definitely already his. More of us, less of him to each of us. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> So when we were allowed to blow him, we fought over his cock like the greedy sluts that we were, feeling <<light Yara>> watch us needily, and knowing that we were entirely successful in her seduction. Hungrily lapping at his BBC, wanting to taste him eagerly. Unfortunately for me and the girl he'd just seduced <<light Belle>>, <<light Jasmin>> would get a final say, lapping his cum off his body as <<light Yara>> rushed to excuse herself. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> <<s Mya>>It will only be a matter of time before she comes back begging.<</s>> The attractive ebony woman claimed, and I tended to believe her confident words. <<light Belle>>, hazy minded, would too soon be his to claim alongside the one who was long after her. <<s Mya>>Make sure to send her what I told you to.<</s>> She said to her black lover before leaving us three alone, her job and seduction here done. <<link "Stay behind with my dominants" "Bday MyaJerome Harem Filming">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "JeromeHarem" and $evacharacter isnot "Bimbo">><<s Jerome>>If we target Eva in front of her, Yara will fall for me and I'll finally get to fuck the lesbo prude.<</s>> The man had finally revealed his approach, and it seemed like I'd have a goal to fulfill as I walked back inside, looking to serve his vision of what things would look like. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> With <<light Eva>> and <<light Yara>> seated across from us, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> got to work in their seduction, believing a direct approach was the right one. <<light Jerome>> wanted <<light Eva>> seduced, and only I could make it happen, thankfully having already worked on her character for a long time now, leading her up to this point. While single at the moment, <<light Eva>> was one of the most submissive people I've ever known, and <<light Jerome>> one of the most dominant ones. <<s Author>>Isn't it just beautiful?<</s>> I whispered in her ear, having her look at the lovely scene in front of her. <<light Yara>> was also watching all of it unfold in front of her. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<s Author>>Look at how big it is, and how small <<light Jasmin>> looks with it.<</s>> I spoke enticingly. <<s Author>>Do you think it would look that good with you around?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I...<</s>> A hesitant <<light Eva>> was still trying to find her way out of it. <<s Author>>We're just having fun, aren't we? And after all, we're too young to care.<</s>> I wanted her roped in, just like I wanted the other woman watching there. I wanted <<light Jerome>> to be proud of me. It had all really started a long time ago, this just being the culmination of a long road coming. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> <<light Jerome>> moved closer, allowing her to fall for the trap we were setting. But she wasn't the only person being seduced tonight... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<linkreplace "Yara doesn't sit still">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<light Yara>> was not going to sit still while all of this unfolded in front of her, and instead went on the offensive. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> Off came her clothes, revealing a toned body underneath as <<light Eva>> found herself confused on whether to look at the sexy athlete or to continue to enjoy the black cock in her hand. It all felt surreal, as <<light Jerome>>'s cock twitched some as he looked at the sexy woman he so craved right there in front of him in all her glory, not realizing what was really happening. I realized, a bit too late, that I was looking at her more than I was looking at him, as she moved herself closer to <<light Jasmin>>. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> If <<light Jerome>> was playing checkers trying to seduce <<light Yara>>, she was playing chess in her seduction of not only <<light Eva>>, but also his proclaimed Queen of Spades <<light Jasmin>>. Their lips clashed in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> watched it all unfold, and I couldn't help but feel turned on at the whole situation. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> The smell of sex rose through the air as I looked at the both of them, <<light Eva>>'s hand still moving on <<light Jerome>>'s cock if only as a distraction. The dominant athlete was actively seducing his lover away from him, and the man watched as the sapphic scene unfolded, way beyond what he thought was possible. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Down came <<light Yara>>, enjoying <<light Jasmin>>'s body like only she could, memories of all our past times together now rushing through me, the dominant woman reminding me of when I was the focus of her attention. And I felt jealous in that moment, seeing another being seduced away from <<light Jerome>>, thinking to myself "It should have been me!" Slowly but surely, <<light Eva>> and I gravitated towards the scene unfolding, wanting to be close, wanting to be a part of it. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was a gracious host, allowing us to join her in the scene that unfolded in front of the black man's eyes, a display of affection and sex that he had no say in. We had all moved away from him, and into <<light Yara>>'s arms, the claim clear as day as our horniness overtook us. The passion of the moment rising slowly but surely. <<s Yara>>Good girls.<</s>> Her praise meant the world. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> At her guidance, <<light Eva>> and I went to work on our additional lover, seducing <<light Jasmin>> into sapphic energy and romance, and away from the person she'd long been devoted to. My own devotion was being shaken, as I felt the emotions that I was feeling right now, how right and correct it all was... I was beyond turned on by this entire situation, and the fact that <<light Yara>> was bringing it along... I had had a conversation with her ealier tonight, and now, I was proving that what I had said about her was right. She was the truest dominant tonight, and I knew that the back and forth between her and my supposed "master" was now leaning heavily in her favor. I was more than keen on seeing her influence grow, turned on immensely by it. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Yara watches with rapt attention">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">>And her attention was all over him, as was <<light Yara>>'s, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Seeing the seemingly innocent submissive girl, the woman that was supposed to be hers a long time ago, the woman she was looking to seduce, being seduced away from her, by none other than the guy that wanted her to be his. <<light Jerome>> was playing <<light Yara>> like a fiddle, and she was entirely falling for it. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> And it was beautiful to see that scene unfold alongside what was once a dominant woman and is now an eager spectator of the scene that was unfolding. <<light Eva>>, forgetting about everything else, was now falling entirely for <<light Jerome>>'s charms, and <<light Yara>> could no longer deny that she was just as interested in it as everyone else here was. And so, in front of the supposed lesbo woman's eyes, <<light Jerome>> carried <<light Eva>> and prepared her for a good drilling. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> A true show of prowess and capability, and one that we could all enjoy and be jealous of. <<light Jasmin>> and I had worked so hard to help him seduce these women, and now we are left watching him pleasure them instead. <<light Yara>> would not get to taste him today, but she was definitely already his. More of us, less of him to each of us. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> So when we were allowed to blow him, we fought over his cock like the greedy sluts that we were, feeling <<light Yara>> watch us needily, and knowing that we were entirely successful in her seduction. Hungrily lapping at his BBC, wanting to taste him eagerly. Unfortunately for me and the girl he'd just seduced <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>> would get a final say, lapping his cum off his body as <<light Yara>> rushed to excuse herself. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> It would only be a matter of time before she comes back begging. <<light Eva>>, hazy minded, would too soon be his to claim alongside her "girlfriend". <<link "Stay behind with my master" "Bday Jerome Harem Filming">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem" and $evacharacter isnot "Bimbo">><<s Jerome>>If we target Eva in front of her, Yara will fall for me and I'll finally get to fuck the lesbo prude.<</s>> The man had finally revealed his approach, and it seemed like I'd have a goal to fulfill as I walked back inside, looking to serve his vision of what things would look like. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> With <<light Eva>> and <<light Yara>> seated across from us, next to whom ws <<light Mya>>, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> got to work in their seduction, believing a direct approach was the right one. <<light Jerome>> wanted <<light Eva>> seduced, and only I could make it happen, thankfully having already worked on her character for a long time now, leading her up to this point. While single at the moment, <<light Eva>> was one of the most submissive people I've ever known, and <<light Jerome>> one of the most dominant ones. <<s Mya>>Isn't it just beautiful?<</s>> <<light Mya>> whispered in her ear, having her look at the lovely scene in front of her. <<light Yara>> was also watching all of it unfold in front of her. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<s Mya>>Look at how big it is, and how small <<light Jasmin>> looks with it.<</s>> The black woman, my superior, spoke enticingly. <<s Mya>>Do you think it would look that good with you around?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I...<</s>> A hesitant <<light Eva>> was still trying to find her way out of it. <<s Mya>>We're just having fun, aren't we? And after all, we're too young to care.<</s>> We wanted her roped in, just like I wanted the other woman watching there. I wanted <<light Jerome>> to be proud of us. It had all really started a long time ago, this just being the culmination of a long road coming. I moved closer to all of them, helping, alongside my master. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> <<light Jerome>> moved closer, allowing her to fall for the trap we were setting. But she wasn't the only person being seduced tonight... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<linkreplace "Yara doesn't sit still">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<light Yara>> was not going to sit still while all of this unfolded in front of her, and instead went on the offensive. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> Off came her clothes, revealing a toned body underneath as <<light Eva>> found herself confused on whether to look at the sexy athlete or to continue to enjoy the black cock in her hand, or the attractive Ebony woman on her side. It all felt surreal, as <<light Jerome>>'s cock twitched some as he looked at the sexy woman he so craved right there in front of him in all her glory, not realizing what was really happening. I realized, a bit too late, that I was looking at her more than I was looking at him, as she moved herself closer to <<light Jasmin>>. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> If <<light Jerome>> and <<light Mya>> were playing checkers trying to seduce <<light Yara>>, she was playing chess in her seduction of not only <<light Eva>>, but also his proclaimed Queen of Spades <<light Jasmin>>. Their lips clashed in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> watched it all unfold, and I couldn't help but feel turned on at the whole situation. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> The smell of sex rose through the air as I looked at the both of them, <<light Eva>>'s hand still moving on <<light Jerome>>'s cock if only as a distraction. The dominant athlete was actively seducing his lover away from him, and the man watched as the sapphic scene unfolded, way beyond what he thought was possible. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Down came <<light Yara>>, enjoying <<light Jasmin>>'s body like only she could, memories of all our past times together now rushing through me, the dominant woman reminding me of when I was the focus of her attention. And I felt jealous in that moment, seeing another being seduced away from <<light Jerome>>, thinking to myself "It should have been me!" The beautiful cheerleader was equally enticed by the scene that was unfolding in front of all of us, watching with clear interest as the athlete got to her work. Slowly but surely, all us women gravitated towards the scene unfolding, wanting to be close, wanting to be a part of it. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was a gracious host, allowing us to join her in the scene that unfolded in front of the black couple's eyes, a display of affection and sex that he had no say in. We had all but one moved away from him, and into <<light Yara>>'s arms, the claim clear as day as our horniness overtook us. The passion of the moment rising slowly but surely. <<s Yara>>Good girls.<</s>> Her praise meant the world. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> At her guidance, <<light Eva>> and I went to work on our additional lover, seducing <<light Jasmin>> into sapphic energy and romance, and away from the person she'd long been devoted to. My own devotion was being shaken, as I felt the emotions that I was feeling right now, how right and correct it all was... I was beyond turned on by this entire situation, and the fact that <<light Yara>> was bringing it along... I had had a conversation with her ealier tonight, and now, I was proving that what I had said about her was right. She was the truest dominant tonight, and I knew that the back and forth between her and my supposed "master" was now leaning heavily in her favor. I was more than keen on seeing her influence grow, turned on immensely by it. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Yara watches with rapt attention">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">>And her attention was all over him, as was <<light Yara>>'s, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Seeing the seemingly innocent submissive girl, the woman that was supposed to be hers a long time ago, the woman she was looking to seduce, being seduced away from her, by none other than the guy that wanted her to be his. <<light Jerome>> was playing <<light Yara>> like a fiddle, and she was entirely falling for it. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> And it was beautiful to see that scene unfold alongside what was once a dominant woman and is now an eager spectator of the scene that was unfolding. <<light Eva>>, forgetting about everything else, was now falling entirely for <<light Jerome>>'s charms, and <<light Yara>> could no longer deny that she was just as interested in it as everyone else here was. And so, in front of the supposed lesbo woman's eyes, <<light Jerome>> carried <<light Eva>> and prepared her for a good drilling. <<s Mya>>That's it, let go of your control and embrace the beauty of black power.<</s>> The attractive ebony cheerleader was cheering <<light Yara>> on, leading her into this haze that was falling on me too. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> A true show of prowess and capability, and one that we could all enjoy and be jealous of. <<light Jasmin>> and I had worked so hard to help him seduce these women, and now we are left watching him pleasure them instead. <<light Yara>> would not get to taste him today, but she was definitely already his. More of us, less of him to each of us. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> So when we were allowed to blow him, we fought over his cock like the greedy sluts that we were, feeling <<light Yara>> watch us needily, and knowing that we were entirely successful in her seduction. Hungrily lapping at his BBC, wanting to taste him eagerly. Unfortunately for me and the girl he'd just seduced <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>> would get a final say, lapping his cum off his body as <<light Yara>> rushed to excuse herself. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> <<s Mya>>It will only be a matter of time before she comes back begging.<</s>> The attractive ebony woman claimed, and I tended to believe her confident words. <<light Eva>>, hazy minded, would too soon be his to claim alongside her "girlfriend". <<s Mya>>Make sure to send her what I told you to.<</s>> She said to her black lover before leaving us three alone, her job and seduction here done. <<link "Stay behind with my dominants" "Bday MyaJerome Harem Filming">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>></div> <<elseif $evacharacter is "Bimbo">><<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> <<light Yara>> and I probably hoped for a different end to our evening, though right now with <<light Jerome>> on the other side of the room openly seducing the bimbo that was our friend, someone we both wanted to be with, we simply couldn't help but watch it all unfold. Here we were, seated and spectating to the scene unfolding in front of us, as <<light Jerome>> revealed himself to an attracted <<light Belle>>, openly looking at what he had to offer and needily imagining what she could be doing to him. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> With the help of <<light Jasmin>>, he was putting on the moves, and we were mere spectators to the scene unfolding in front of us. In my own house, I'd been reduced to witness. Witness of <<light Belle>>'s attractiveness to BBC and the direct seduction that <<light Jerome>> was intilling. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> The way she jumped at him, wanting a taste of the cock that she seemed to so desperately crave... A part of me would describe it as inspiring. Another part would be jealous at the way she could so easily let go and follow her instincts. And I'd feel self-conscious about the whole thing, if <<light Yara>> was not also watching the entire scene unfold, if my partner was not a part of this seduction in a way, watching it all happen and enjoying it just as I was. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> <<light Belle>> had no qualms putting on a show, a weird birthday gift of sorts that I was now sharing with friends and lovers alike, witnessing this beautiful seduction in a way that I could never be a part of. I was enjoying it, I had to admit, but I couldn't allow things to evolve much further here, could I? <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> The decision was made for me, as <<light Jerome>> was keen to show off his power, ability, athleticism, and show <<light Belle>> a good time the likes of which could not be understated. Her moans, melodic tunes, filled the air, as would a mermaid's, enticing me and calling me closer to the action, a need to be a part of this beautiful tableau overtaking me slwoly but surely. I knew that I was close to losing everything, but a part of me longed to be joining <<light Belle>> in her naughty adventures, to go beyond my jealousy of her into admiration, to follow the lead she was setting... <div id='choices'><<link "It would be hot to join them">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't deny that it would be hot to join these lovers, to serve alongside <<light Belle>> and maybe <<light Jasmin>> as <<light Jerome>> took over control, to be a mere whore for his pleasure. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> To fight over his cock, all three of us, trying to get the most of him, as others watched. I cared not anymore about <<light Yara>>'s lecherous stares, with <<light Belle>> by my side, there was no denying that this would have been the perfect ending to the evening, lovingly showing how desperate of a slut I could be, showing how much <<light Belle>> can positively influence me and my other female friends here. <<vid "bday/jerome-double-worship.mp4">> To be worshiping <<light Jerome>> alongside one another... What more could I ever hope for? I knew that this was the slippery slope I'd long been afraid of, but at this point... None of it mattered. <<light Belle>> was certainly unto something, and seeing her with <<light Jerome>> felt oddly royal... And I couldn't help but be inspired, in an odd way that I could barely explain. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stop that line of thought">><<replace "#choices">>This entire thing was getting on my nerves, as I realized exactly who I was idolizing in that moment, as I saw how <<light Belle>> and <<light Jerome>> together, despite being a beautiful sight, was a sickening one too, showing a vision of debaushery that I never stood for. Not in that way. I wanted her to myself, and there she was flaunting herself in front of her friends like the whore she'd become. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> I didn't expect any better from <<light Jerome>>, but now it was clear that <<light Belle>> continues to go down a road I cannot follow. And despite how hurtful it may be, I at least had the courage of my partner by my side, helping me through it all. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> Moving back in and seeing the scene that had unfolded in my absence was like a blow to the stomach. There, in my living room, <<light Jerome>> had found it apt to try and seduce my lovers right then in my absence, revealing himself in the lecherous, naughty way that he'd constantly shown he wanted to do. I had just dealt with one approach, and now... <<linkreplace "Do not engage in that game, tell them goodbye">><<pickup $friendsevents "HAREM Denied" 1>><<s Author>>Get the fuck out of my house.<</s>> My voice was stern and carried all the intensity of these past weeks of lecherous behavior and evil intent. I wasn't going to let that man play these games any longer. I had two lovers, two beautiful souls to be with, and I wasn't going to let anyone influence this relationship negatively anymore. <<s Jerome>>Your girlfriends liked what they saw.<</s>> He tried to taunt as I continued to usher him out. <<s Author>>They will never be with you, we're together.<</s>> If he truly thought that he had what it took to seduce us, he was sadly mistaken. Our trio was perfect the way we were, and I'd continue to defend us from such evil people as we continue to grow as a throuple. <<vid "bday/evaleo-playing.mp4">> Playing with one another, enjoying each other's bodies. <<light Ella>>'s beautiful trans presence a hot appearance as <<light Eva>> continued to shower me with the tender love she'd grown to perfect. Something about this entire encounter, this entire birthday, continues to be the height of our passion, continues to grow in us this feeling of everything being beautifully aligned... <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> Watching my lovers kiss, praising them and showering them with all the compliments I knew to give... I was enjoying this entire situation, appreciating how much uniqueness our union held, enjoying how their bodies felt against mine. I was loving this relationship, and would continue to defend it from everything and everyone, knowing that I had something beautiful to cherish in it. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">>There we were, towards the end of our night, <<light Jerome>> on opposite end of <<light Yara>> and my partner <<light Jasmin>> and I. Things were getting tense, as <<light Eva>> sat on his side. And that was all who was there, us five, a few drinks already in us and the vibes a bit more hazy than I would have liked. Thankfully, I was still in control of my actions, on edge as I continued to want to keep my partner safe from the man's lecherous stares. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> And then he made his move, though not on the person that I thought he would. I watched as <<light Jerome>> slowly started seducing <<light Eva>>, looking to bring her to his side. And unfortunately for me, in that moment, whether she was inebriated or because a part of her was actually interested in him and his member, <<light Eva>> fell for it. And she went over to him to play with him, as <<light Jerome>> stared at all three of us. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> The clash between their skin colors painted a beautiful picture, and I could feel my partner tense up next to me. I could also feel <<light Yara>> in the same state of nervousness as her, as all three of us watched it all unfold. <<s Jasmin>>Disgusting.<</s>> My partner said, and I felt compelled to join my voice to hers. <<s Jerome>>Eva likes it. Don't you, babe?<</s>> <<light Eva>> seemed to be going through a fight of her own, internally, as she continued to play with the big black cock in hand. <<s Yara>>Why are you doing this?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not a lesbian. I like cock.<</s>> She was trying so hard to prove something that was clearly false, but with all the struggle she'd been through, there was no blame to be placed on her. <<s Jerome>>Wanna try it out?<</s>> <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> He wasn't only asking her. He was asking all of us. Seeing <<light Eva>>'s smaller body be placed in comparison to his huge cock was quite the sight though, as I fought against my imagination and the twisted images it brought to mind. It was one hell of a sight, and the way things were progressing, I knew what would happen next would continue to raise the bar between all of us, and would continue to put my partner in difficult waters, the way we both were looking at what was happening.' <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 40>><<link "Stop everything now">><<less "jasminaddict" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "HAREM Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let this whole thing unfold in front of us, in my own living room. <<s Author>>Stop this right now.<</s>> I said with intense authority, finally putting the foot down at this entire encounter. <<s Author>>You can find another place to prove yourselves to one another, and for you to put your cock in a wet hole Jerome.<</s>> I said to the both of them, <<s Author>>Please leave.<</s>> <<light Eva>> seemed to wake up from whatever stupor she was in, and I couldn't help but feel bad for not having been able to help her earlier. <<s Jerome>>Fucking cockblock.<</s>> The man said as he gathered himself to leave. <<s Author>>You fucking disgust me.<</s>> I answered, ushering him out of my place. This might not have been the end I'd envisioned for my birthday night, but at least this was yet another move pushing <<light Jerome>> away from our relationship. I would see him entirely out of the picture, come what may. I owed it to us. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Encourage Jasmin to speak up">><<less "jasminaddict" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "HAREM Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Come on, Jasmin.<</s>> I whispered to my partner, <<s Author>>Stand up to him.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was probably just as aware as I was that this entire game of his was simply to have us fall for him again. To "miss" what we didn't have. But in all honesty, what were we really missing out on? <<s Jasmin>>Fucking stop this disgusting behavior.<</s>> My partner spoke out as <<light Eva>> was close to taking her own clothes off. <<s Jasmin>>He's using you, Eva.<</s>> She said, <<s Jasmin>>He's using you to get to us.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What if she wants to get used?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Fucking men.<</s>> The athlete said in a whisper, a whisper that was loud enough to rise <<light Eva>> from her stupor. <<s Eva>>I... Sorry.<</s>> She rushed to put her clothes back on, as <<light Jerome>> stared holes into my partner. I moved closer to her, putting my arm around her, wanting to keep her safe. <<s Jerome>>I've seen how you moan around my cock, slut. I know you're no lesbian.<</s>> It was like a sick challenge coming from him, but <<light Jasmin>> would not catch the bait. <<s Jasmin>>Go fuck yourself.<</s>> The end to my birthday night might not have been the best out there, but at least we were on the right track towards a safer relationship, I figured. I knew this would not be the last of it, but with every step I was ensuring a safe future for me and my partner. And it felt right. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Watch what Yara does instead">><<replace "#choices">><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<less "jasminaddict" 2>><<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> Surprisingly, in that moment, <<light Yara>> started revealing her own body to everyone there. <<s Yara>>Oh Jerome, you're too hot for one woman.<</s>> She said as she moved closer to the action. I knew when she was being truthful though, and I could see something being played in the background of her revealing herself like that, in front of the lecherous <<light Jerome>>. <<s Yara>>You're way too attractive... Don't you agree Eva?<</s>> I could see that <<light Eva>> was nodding her head in the affirmative, though her eyes never left <<light Yara>>'s beautiful mounds. <<s Yara>>Let us put on a show for the big boss here.<</s>> The lesbian domme said to the naughty girl next to her. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> Their lips found one another, and their passion ignited deeply between them as <<light Jerome>> watched it unfold in front of him. Next to me, <<light Jasmin>> was enjoying what was happening, maybe a bit too much, as was I. <<s Jasmin>>That's fucking hot.<</s>> My partner said in a whisper, wanting me to admit the same. <<s Author>>Yeah it is.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> With us watching, <<light Yara>> continued to seduce <<light Eva>> right back away from <<light Jerome>>, their tug of war expressly moving in a specific direction, the game being played with an eager audience. <<light Eva>> was a disaster lesbian in that moment, moaning out in acceptance and forgetting all about the man that had wanted to fuck her. Right now, she was being toyed with by <<light Yara>>, and it was beautiful. <<s Jasmin>>Is it wrong to want to be there?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was no longer in the picture in her mind, but seeing <<light Yara>>'s dominant attitude and the way she took charge was getting to my partner. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> It was getting to me too, seeing how the woman took control of the innocent nerd by offering her oral pleasure, realizing that I had allowed for this to happen by simply waiting for her to take charge in my own apartment. And while <<light Jasmin>> and I continued to be spectators of the scene, there was a silver lining to the entire thing in the fact that <<light Jerome>> was just as much of a spectator as us, left to the background as we saw <<light Yara>> extend her domination over our submissive and docile friend. A beauty to see, and something to look forward to, or hope for... <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">><<else>><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<add "jasminaddict" 2>><<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">>I was hoping that <<light Yara>> would do something about it all, but with everything that had happened recently, and the conversation we had earlier tonight, things were not to evolve the way I thought they would. <<s Jerome>>You like it, don't you?<</s>> The man teased us as we continued watching the scene unfold in front of us, as <<light Eva>> allowed herself to let go, kissing the man with intense passion, one that she may be trying to fake but that was all too believeable in the moment. Clothes off, heat rising... There was no denying where this was going. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> <<s Jasmin>>Mmm Fuck.<</s>> My partner couldn't hold back her moan as she watched the scene unfold in front of us. I was meant to keep her safe from this. But this is her inner desire being put to light... I couldn't deny her her truth, could I? As I watched it all unfold, I couldn't help but feel as helpless as <<light Yara>> was, realizing that we were just as much of disaster submissive bisexual beings, watching as the man seduced our friend right in front of us, and silently wished we were in her place. A deep, angry, dominant fucking, and one that brought back longing in us. <<light Jasmin>> was once more lost to her activist imagination, moving ever closer to the man of her desires. Except this time, I was just as lost as she was, wanting to be a part of this entire game. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> We fought. Our first fight, <<light Jasmin>> and I, with <<light Eva>> joining in as <<light Yara>> watched along, was over her ex's cock and who would get to suck him off. Neither of us won, losing ourselves to the impressive member that demanded our attention. We were losing to his superior cock, and it was a beauty to feel this entire thing unfold. Connecting deeper than we ever had with a cock between us, as it always had been the case. That was the inevitable progression of our relationship, losing to the BBC that had brought us together, time and time again. <<light Jasmin>> eventually won his cum, and we had won submission to him once more... I knew he'd continue his eager seduction of us, that he'd eventually succeed in winning us back, alongside all of our friends. He was masterful in that way, our master. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">><</if>> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> The scene that unfolded after that was quite the intense setting, as I saw <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> unapologetically playing their games right there on the couch in front of us. <<s Jerome>>Sorry, I'm too horny to be controlled.<</s>> The man said unapologetically, as my mistress and us sat on the opposite couch, watching the entire scene unfold in front of us. <<s Jasmin>>I... He's too hot to handle alone.<</s>> <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>> truly believed what she was saying, wanting to be enjoying the black cock in hand way too much to taste, but there was no way that this could be denied anymore: this was an active seduction. Though it seemed that, unlike what I thought it would be, it was not <<light Yara>> the subject of said seduction. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> <<light Eva>>, submissive as always, was ushered along by <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, approaching the scene ever so slowly, wanting to be a part of it. <<s Jerome>>Are you a full lesbian, or a fun loving submissive girl that just hasn't had the right chances?<</s>> The man enticingly said to my fellow sub, who was more than eager to fall for his trap. <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Yara doesn't sit still">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> My mistress was not going to lie down and take the seduction that <<light Jerome>> was putting on without a fight. Taking off her clothes, she slowly gathered attention back to her, taking charge of the situation, enticing us all with her sexy curves and showing <<light Eva>> what she was missing out on. <<s Yara>>You might have a hard member to play with,<</s>> My mistress said, moving closer to the action as I watched it all unfold, <<s Yara>>But you lack my natural charm.<</s>> Her attention shifted away from the cock on display and her sub playing with it, who was now only looking at her, and towards the blonde woman there. <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, Jasmin?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> Their lips clashed as <<light Jasmin>> couldn't stop herself from falling into <<light Yara>>'s arms, eagerly kissing the sexy athlete with the intensity of someone that needed to feed off her energy. There was a true heat in the air, and I was watching it all unfold, feeling like the luckiest birthday girl. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> Just like me, <<light Eva>> and <<light Jerome>> watched the scene unfold in front of us, the cock being stroked slowly, hard as a rock in attention to <<light Yara>>'s actions. My mistress showed knowledge, potential, a capacity that could not be denied. And I watched in rapt attention as she slowly took off <<light Jasmin>>'s clothes, wanting to lay her bare for her oral attention. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> <<s Yara>>He might have fucked you good in the past, but what you're looking for is tender sapphic loving, my darling.<</s>> My mistress was seducing the woman away from the man, who was now stroking his own cock while watching, my fellow sub too taken by the scene in front of us to care for much else. <<s Yara>>Join us, and you'll find pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt.<</s>> She enticingly said, reminding us all of the beauty of what we had. <<s Yara>>Isn't that right, girls?<</s>> <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> We rushed to prove our mistress' point, wanting to welcome our latest addition to the harem, wanting to play with her sexy body. One that I was familiar with, but that I was more than eager to share with my mistress and offer to her. <<light Yara>> was our domme, and she deserved all our bodies entirely. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> There in front of <<light Jerome>>, she ordered us to please his lover, wanting to show him just how much he was losing to her. Showing him just how desperate we'd grown to be for her body and attention. Showing him just how dominant she was being, a true vision of undeniable beauty. My mistress was the best, and I'd continue to sing her praises all over the place, and growing her harem. She deserved it after all. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Try to interject" "My mistress has this under control">><<else>><<link "Yara watches in rapt attention">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<replace "#choices">>I looked at my mistress for guidance on what to do, and realized that she was as taken by the scene as I was. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> Earlier tonight, we'd had a conversation about her character... And now, she was losing herself into the scnee that was all but proving the conclusion we'd come up with. <<light Yara>> was embracing her submissiveness, and my "mistress" was just as enticed by the black cock in front of her as she was by the women serving it. And I could feel her breathing becoming more tense, as was mine, as we saw <<light Jerome>> take control over my fellow sub. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> Full, unnerving, intense control. Bringing her to a pleasure that <<light Yara>> had long been the only source of. Except in this moment, all if it seemed way more intense, way deeper, way more rightful. I was witnessing the ultimate seduction of my fellow sub, and my own mistress, not realizing quite fully yet that I was the one most seduced, having a show offered to me for my birthday... <<s Jerome>>How about you all suck me off to completion?<</s>> I knew my mistress would not fall that easily, despite how much I might want her to... But I wanted to, and I looked at her with needy eyes, imploring her to allow me. <<s Yara>>Go ahead.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> She was lost to his cock, just as much as her subs were. <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>>, and I fought over the dominant man's cock as <<light Yara>> watched along with deep need. His eyes pierced through hers, as I felt the balance of control shift into his arms. I'd helped my "mistress" admit her own submissiveness, her own lack of character. I'd helped her embrace her wekanesses, and I was now reaping the benefit of this transition. We were <<light Jerome>>'s sluts, and this was the only way things were to progress. Soon, <<light Yara>> would join us to her knees, serving the superior man. It was only a matter of time. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Have Eva snap out of it">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want my harem gone. I needed my mistress to stay in control of the both of us, <<light Eva>> included, and that balance was all I cared about. <<s Author>>We love our mistress, and that's all we'll ever love.<</s>> I said, using a plural stance to rope <<light Eva>> along to my sentiment. <<s Author>>Isn't that right, Eva?<</s>> I wanted her here, by my mistress' side. <<light Eva>>, still looking at the cock like the submissive slut that she was, eventually relented. <<s Eva>>I... Mistress Yara is the best.<</s>> She might not have meant it entirely in that moment, but I knew that interjecting was the right move for us. Otherwise, I didn't quite know anymore, after our latest conversations, if my mistress really had what it took to keep control of us... But at least for now we were still hers. //For how long though?// <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> Inside, a wholy different scene was taking place, as <<light Jerome>> had taken off his pants, unchallenged by my submissives who were watching along on the other side of the room. <<s Jerome>>Come on, slut, you're familiar with it.<</s>> He had somehow roped <<light Jasmin>> into his activity, using her as a tool for his seductive actions. <<s Jasmin>>I... Sorry <<print $name>>. He's just too big and hard and...<</s>> <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> As if to put her claim to display, the white activist actively made comparisons with her own boyd shapes, showing off the hard member she carried in hand. And I witnessed as their comparison started playing its games with my partners. With my own submissives, who were watching along with an eagerness that could not be denied. In that moment, there was a fight. Internally and externally, I knew I was at a crossroads, and I kenw a decision would have to be made soon as to how to approach this entire thing, especially with <<light Eva>> slowly moving closer to the action. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> <div id='choices'><<link "This is too hot to stop">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't find it in me to deny her the attraction she was feeling. A woman who'd long struggled with her sexuality, now realizing that it was more fluid than ever. And me, who'd long wanted control over them two, finally letting go for a bit, watching as <<light Eva>> moved closer to the cock she clearly craved. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> <<s Jasmin>>Don't they look good together?<</s>> The woman I wanted to turn to my side, <<light Jasmin>>, was being a seductive presence in it all, as <<light Yara>> watched alongside me. In front of us, <<light Eva>> was losing inhibitions as she kissed the aggressive, dominant man. And I watched, seduced as she was, as the man took control in the way he best knew how. I was liking it, maybe a bit too much, and the way the man looked at me told me that he knew that entirely. He was counting on it. <<s Jerome>>You tell me if your "mistress" has ever made you feel this way.<</s>> He said to my submissive - was she still mine? - as he carried her into a better position. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> <<s Eva>>Oh god oh fuckkk.<</s>> My submissive "lesbian" was losing her mind, impaled on the black cock that was bringing her sensations that she'd never encountered before. And I watched in rapt attention as it all unfolded in front of me eyes. The active seduction of my partner, of the girl I was supposed to be keeping safe, alongside my other submissive that was all too eager to be a witness to the scene unfolding. I was supposed to be their domme, their leader in their times of need. Yet here I was being led into BBC obsession alongside them. <<s Jerome>>How about a taste, all of you sluts.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> <<light Yara>> no longer looked at my lead to act on her needs. She simply moved closer to the dominant man as joined <<light Eva>> and <<light Jasmin>> in serving him. I had already lost, but the way he was looking at me deep in the eyes, staring into my soul... I was losing myself to the sensations that were coursing through me. I was next. I was his final goal, and he knew he had me right where he wanted me. Effectively stealing my submissives from me, and slowly but surely wrapping his web around me. A reassuring presence, one that I more than willingly wanted to slip into. I wanted to be his, and I wanted to lose to him. I knew I eventually would. It was only a matter of time. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "Go on the offensive">><<set $advantage to "Me">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, or my partners, like that. I needed to get on the offensive, and fast, and control how things were going here. <<s Author>>Yara, you look like you're feeling hot.<</s>> I said to my other sub, the one that was still in my control for now. <<s Author>>Why don't you show Jerome here what's only mine?<</s>> <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> My submissive didn't need to be told twice, as she stripped of her clothes, showing off her hard body, putting herself on display. And while her submissive mind kept wandering between the hard cock between the brute's legs and my body which moved seductively towards the blonde <<light Jasmin>>, she still respected the control I held over her, following the command entirely and respectfully. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> Indeed, as I moved closer to <<light Jasmin>>, her eyes had moved towards <<light Yara>>'s hot body on display. Everyone else was watching her too, as <<light Eva>> mindlessly continued to stroke the black man, her attention now shifted. Yes, they may be looking at the athlete's body, but it was me who had ordered it, and they knew it. It was my body to put on display, and they were liking that I had allowed it to happen. <<s Author>>She's hot, isn't she?<</s>> I asked <<light Jasmin>>. If <<light Jerome>> was going to make a move towards my girls to get to me, I'd do the same to cuck him. <<light Jasmin>> nodded, before turning her attention towards me. <<s Author>>You can kiss me.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> And she did, her lips clashing against mine as I fought the control out of her, as I slowly but surely brought her into the fold, as I distracted everyone with my sapphic kisses, and my dominant ability to take control. A control that <<light Jasmin>> eagerly ceded to me. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> <<light Eva>> was now entirely distracted by the activity that I had engaged the blonde in, forgetting about the man that she was supposed to be attracted to. And he was losing this fight entirely, stroking himself instead as he watched me seduce his supposed lover away from him. <<s Author>>That's it, you've been craving my lips for too long.<</s>> I whispered to her, wanting to make her feel good, and a large part of me succeeding. She was more than falling for it. <<s Author>>Yara, how about you do what you do best?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Moments later, <<light Yara>> the sub was eagerly lapping away at our latest slut's cunt, wanting to bring her a pleasure that only we lesbos could. A passion and heat rose through the submissive white girl, as she found herself being seduced away from the man she'd wanted to make feel good. <<light Eva>> moved ever closer too, wanting to be a part of the action again. <<s Author>>Don't you ever dare move away from me.<</s>> I threatened my submissive then, warning her of her choices and where they would take her. She lowered her head apologetically. <<s Author>>Help me show her a good time.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> Under my guidance, and away from the lecherous man, my submissives got to work on the newest addition to my harem, as we played with her the way only we knew how. And the beautiful melodic moans that <<light Jasmin>> let off were like music to our ears, as we made her realize what she'd miss out on if she ever denied us. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Jerome>> might have went in thinking he'd get the better of me, but here he was having offered me the best gift ever in an opportunity to take everything away from him. I'd continue to steal all he'd ever hoped to get, extending my own dominance over my own harem and anyone he'd hoped for. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stop this right now" "I'm not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "yaraonly">><<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> The scene that would wait for me inside was a truly seductive one, as I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Yara>> seated on one side of the room, witnessing the active debauchery happening in front of them. <<s Jerome>>Didn't know you were tha much of a slut.<</s>> The black man had removed his clothing, enticingly playing with <<light Eva>> as she succumbed to his advances. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Eva why are you doing this?<</s>> My partner asked, as she had every right to. <<s Eva>>I... I want to prove I'm not a lesbo.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Why?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Because it's wrong.<</s>> I was in a lesbian relationship myself, with the beautiful <<light Yara>> who was giving me quick looks, wanting something to be done about this entire thing... I knew there was nothing wrong with it. Though a part of me also found nothing wrong with what was unfolding in front of our eyes either... <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> The difference in their bodies, the clash of their skin tones and the naughtiness of the whole situation... It was all getting to me, and I knew that things would quickly devolve unless something was done... <div id='choices'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Watch as Yara interjects">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> My domiant partner, my mistress at times, wasn't going to let this entire scnee unfold without having a say in it. And so, I watched as she took off her clothing right then and there, eagerly enjoying what she was doing as she put herself on sexy display. <<light Jasmin>> was just as eagerly watching it all unfold, as we watched alongside one another my partner in all her nude glory. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Oh Jerome you got me all hot and bothered.<</s>> My mistress was playing a game, and one that <<light Jerome>> had no idea was being played. Next to him, <<light Eva>> was just as distracted as he was, stroking him mindlessly as she saw <<light Yara>>'s hot body approach <<light Jasmin>>'s. <<s Yara>>You can kiss me if you want. I don't bite... Hard.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> The white activist didn't need to be told twice, actively ignoring the black cock that still stood to hard attention as her lips found my mistress'. I eagerly watched as my lover seduced the woman away from her partner, wanting to be a part of the action but not knowing how. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> My eyes were not the only ones enjoying the scene that was unfolding. Alongside me, <<light Eva>> had stopped caring for the man she was supposedly stroking, instead watching the active seduction taking place. If I'd known my partner looked that good playing with others... I might have looked for it way earlier, and way more often... <<s Yara>>How about you help me show Jasmin here a good time, <<print $name>>?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> I didn't need to be told twice, as I found myself down between the sexy woman's legs at my dominant partner's behest, eagerly lapping away as I felt eyes watching me with clear need. I could hear the slapping of skin next to me, as I realized that the man there had been reduced to playing with himself instead, a spectator at the seduction of the woman he'd wanted to claim as his for too long. Above me, <<light Jasmin>>'s moans and her tightening legs told me I was doing something right, as I also heard <<light Yara>> reprimand our submissive friend. <<s Yara>>True pleasure comes from following me.<</s>> She warned her with the confidence that only a dominant woman like her could muster. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> And under her guidance, both me and <<light Eva>> brought great pleasure to <<light Jasmin>>, as my mistress tauntingly looked at <<light Jerome>>, encouraging him to goon to the scene he was a mere witness to. I wanted nothing more than to serve my lover, and if that meant pleasuring women on her behalf... I'd already won the lottery. Pleasure this intense would never have been possible if it wasn't for my mistress. A birthday this beautiful would never have been possible had I not succumbed to her lead. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "This is too hot to stop">><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<replace "#choices">>I looked at my partner for guidance on what to do, and realized that she was as taken by the scene as I was. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> Earlier tonight, we'd had a conversation about her character... And now, she was losing herself into the scnee that was all but proving the conclusion we'd come up with. <<light Yara>> was embracing her submissiveness, and my once lesbian partner was just as enticed by the black cock in front of her as she was by the women serving it. And I could feel her breathing becoming more tense, as was mine, as we saw <<light Jerome>> take control over the submissive girl he was adding to his numbers, knowing that it was all but a game to get to us. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> Full, unnerving, intense control over our friend's body. A friend we'd wanted to have with us for too long, but were now watching being taken away from the both of us, a part of us wanting to be joining her. Except in this moment, all if it seemed way more intense, way deeper, way more rightful. I was witnessing the ultimate seduction of someone that had long struggled with her sapphic tendencies, now entirely forgotten for his dominant manipulation, and my own partner, not realizing quite fully yet that I was the one most seduced, having a show offered to me for my birthday... <<s Jerome>>How about you all suck me off to completion?<</s>> I knew my partner was fighting hard, would not fall that easily, despite how much I might want her to... But I wanted to, and I looked at her with needy eyes, imploring her to allow me. <<s Yara>>Go ahead.<</s>> She would live vicariously through me, for now. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> She was lost to his cock, just as much as I was. <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>>, and I fought over the dominant man's cock as <<light Yara>> watched along with deep need. His eyes pierced through hers, as I felt the balance of control shift into his arms. I'd helped my partner admit her own submissiveness just earlier tonight, her own lack of character. I'd helped her embrace her wekanesses, and I was now reaping the benefit of this transition. We were <<light Jerome>>'s sluts, and this was the only way things were to progress. Soon, <<light Yara>> would join us to her knees, serving the superior man. It was only a matter of time. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 30>><<link "Go on the offensive">><<set $advantage to "Me">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, or my partner, like that. I needed to get on the offensive, and fast, and control how things were going here. <<s Author>>Yara, you look like you're feeling hot.<</s>> I said to my submissive partner, <<s Author>>Why don't you show Jerome here what's only mine?<</s>> <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> My partner didn't need to be told twice, as she stripped of her clothes, showing off her hard body, putting herself on display. And while her submissive mind kept wandering between the hard cock between the brute's legs and my body which moved seductively towards the blonde <<light Jasmin>>, she still respected the control I held over her, following the command entirely and respectfully. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> Indeed, as I moved closer to <<light Jasmin>>, her eyes had moved towards <<light Yara>>'s hot body on display. Everyone else was watching her too, as <<light Eva>> mindlessly continued to stroke the black man, her attention now shifted. Yes, they may be looking at the athlete's body, but it was me who had ordered it, and they knew it. It was my body to put on display, and they were liking that I had allowed it to happen. <<s Author>>She's hot, isn't she?<</s>> I asked <<light Jasmin>>. If <<light Jerome>> was going to make a move towards my friend to get to me, I'd do the same to cuck him. <<light Jasmin>> nodded, before turning her attention towards me. <<s Author>>You can kiss me.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> And she did, her lips clashing against mine as I fought the control out of her, as I slowly but surely brought her into the fold, as I distracted everyone with my sapphic kisses, and my dominant ability to take control. A control that <<light Jasmin>> eagerly ceded to me. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> <<light Eva>> was now entirely distracted by the activity that I had engaged the blonde in, forgetting about the man that she was supposed to be attracted to. And he was losing this fight entirely, stroking himself instead as he watched me seduce his supposed lover away from him. <<s Author>>That's it, you've been craving my lips for too long.<</s>> I whispered to her, wanting to make her feel good, and a large part of me succeeding. She was more than falling for it. <<s Author>>Yara, how about you do what you do best?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Moments later, <<light Yara>> the sub was eagerly lapping away at our latest slut's cunt, wanting to bring her a pleasure that only we lesbos could. A passion and heat rose through the submissive white girl, as she found herself being seduced away from the man she'd wanted to make feel good. <<light Eva>> moved ever closer too, wanting to be a part of the action. <<s Author>>You'll find more pleasure gravitating towards me. Never forget that.<</s>> I threatened the submissive girl then, warning her of her choices and where they would take her. She lowered her head apologetically. <<s Author>>Help me show her a good time.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> Under my guidance, and away from the lecherous man, the submissive women got to work on the newest attraction, as we played with her the way only we knew how. And the beautiful melodic moans that <<light Jasmin>> let off were like music to our ears, as we made her realize what she'd miss out on if she ever denied us. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<light Jerome>> might have went in thinking he'd get the better of me, but here he was having offered me the best gift ever in an opportunity to take everything away from him. I'd continue to steal all he'd ever hoped to get, extending my own dominance over my own growing harem and anyone he'd hoped for. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Go on the offensive" "I'm not dominant enough (30)">><</if>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "evaonly">>Coming back in for the end of my evening, the sight that I was faced with was an unexpected one. There in front of <<light Yara>> and my partner <<light Eva>>, <<light Jerome>> was revealing himself, this sight even more attractive with the presence of <<light Jasmin>> sizing him up. <<vid "bday/bbc-enticing-play.mp4">> <<s Jerome>>You missed it, haven't you?<</s>> He was teasing, though his words might have been intended to toy with anyone in the room and not exclusively the girl he used to fuck. The hand playing with his cock was roaming, playing, missing the way that member used to feel and wanting to have more from it. <<light Jerome>> gave a side look to <<light Yara>> before turning his attention to my partner. <<vid "bday/bbc-size-comparison.mp4">> <<s Jerome>>Look how big it looks next to her body.<</s>> He was teasing MY partner with his words, trying to get a reaction from her... Yet his eyes were furtively throwing glances at <<light Yara>>, hoping to see something in her that he would like. There was a heaviness to the air then that could not be denied, an element of uneasiness and a decent level of unkown. His play was through us to get to <<light Yara>>, and I was afraid that if nothing was to be done now, we'd be more than caught in the crossfire. //Would I really hate that though?// <div id='choices'><<if $evacharacter is "Romantic">><<link "Eva stops it">><<replace "#choices">>Before I could allow anything to happen or not happen, my partner decided to speak up on the matter at hand, a moment for her to be honest with her feelings, with her truth. <<s Eva>>Can you like chill dude?<</s>> She said with clear intent. <<s Eva>>I'm a fucking lesbo. So is <<print $name>>, so is Yara.<</s>> She was finally breaking out of her shell, allowing herself to be more vocal about her emotions after all this time. About what she liked and didn't. And in that second category, firmly, was <<light Jerome>>. <<s Eva>>I am so over these sick and twisted stuff you do.<</s>> She was hardy in her rejection. <<s Eva>>Please fucking stop and leave us two alone.<</s>> She wasnted her alone time with me, and whether the people there liked it or not, I stood firmly by my partner's side, feeling so proud about her strength and wanting nothing more now than to give her a big hug in support. It wasn't long before I was able to do just that, and more. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> My lips finding hers, I brought her down to the couch with all the passion that I could offer, being vocal in between kisses of my support for her. <<s Author>>I am so proud of you, fuck!<</s>> I was rightfully emotional, as was she. <<s Eva>>I don't believe I just did that. To Jerome of all people.<</s>> <<s Author>>I always knew you had it in you.<</s>> <<s Eva>>What if he tells people? What if my parents find out?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss2.mp4">> I silenced my lesbian partner with my lips, not wanting her to spiral out of control. <<s Author>>That's something or another time.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Tonight, I celebrate you.<</s>> Our kisses continued, soft passes that showed the other person just how exciting these times have been for us. It was my birthday, and the best gift I could ask for was the chance to be around my loving partner. To see her grow and know that I had a part in that evolution. <<vid "bday/romanticlesbo1.mp4">> My night, while short, ended with the passionate intensity that only my lover could bring, a partner that I couldn't deny already brought so much to the table, and someone I was more than passionate about. <<s Author>>I'm so lucky to have you.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm the lucky one.<</s>> Indeed, I showed her how lucky she was, going down on her and allowing her moans to fill my senses. I was a fulfilled girl on her birthday. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Stop it from moving further">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let this move any further, my care and passion for my partner far too great to let things slide. Beyond only that though, I wasn't really interested in letting that annoying man get the best of my partner, and toy with her for his own other sick means. She had trusted in me, and I was to honor that trust. <<s Author>>You sick fuck.<</s>> I was quick to attack, <<s Author>>Stop this fucking nonesense and find somewhere else to hit on Yara.<</s>> I wasn't going to jeapordize a great evening any longer. <<s Jerome>>Fucking cockblock.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's my house you're naked in.<</s>> Maybe he'd realized the siliness of the situation, or maybe he was simply too pent up to care, the man gave a solemn nod before getting dressed. It wasn't long later than my beautiful partner and I were left behind to have our evening. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> Our lips found one another with clear passion, the intensity between us heavy, her approach strong with need. <<s Author>>Look at you go.<</s>> I teased her. <<s Eva>>I... You're amazing.<</s>> This feeling was appreciated, yet a bit new to me... There was something behind her kisses and how she felt about them, it seemed... <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss2.mp4">> <<s Author>>What's on your mind?<</s>> I eventually asked her. <<s Eva>><<print $name>>... You really like me, defending me like that.<</s>> <<s Author>>Of course I like you.<</s>> It wasn't a question to me. It was a fact, and I was always going to act on that fact with all the true emotions I felt. With me, she would always be safe to be herself, fully and unapologetically. There was no doubt in my mind that I would always keep her safe, and satisfied. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> And I was to be satisfied as well, my submissive partner showing her devotion to me once more as she found herself to her knees between my legs and got to work on satisfying me. <<s Author>>That's a fantastic birthday gift!<</s>> I teased her. <<s Eva>>You're the gift that keeps giving.<</s>> Whether she meant my care or my flowing juice I didn't know, all I knew was that she made me feel good and I really liked it. Everything else, in the moment, was superfluous. <<vid "bday/romanticlesbo1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Watch what happens">><<replace "#choices">>Something in me wanted to see how things would evolve from there on, how these two clashing would look like, to know who had the upper hand between them two. <<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<set $advantage to "Yara">>And I should have known that this was how things would go. <<s Yara>>Wow, this is so hot.<</s>> The athletic dominant woman said, taking attention away from the scene that was unfolding and to herself. <<s Yara>>Too bad Eva's a lesbian, right?<</s>> She looked straight at my partner's eyes, who nodded. The dominant woman's eyes looked for mine, and the stare she gave me was intense. I felt myself weaken at what was happening, allowing it all to progress in that way must have meant something. <<s Yara>>Let's show him how much of a lesbian you are.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> There in front of me, I watched as the dominant woman kissed my partner, cucked right in front of my friends as she showed that they were both not on the market for <<light Jerome>>'s black cock. And me, I was a witness to this just like they were, <<light Jasmin>>'s hand on <<light Jerome>>'s cock distractingly moving without any clear intent. We were watching the seductive sight in front of us, and it was getting intense. <<s Yara>>Don't YOU like what you see?<</s>> The woman who was seducing my partner away from me looked at <<light Jasmin>>, possibly looking to seduce her away from <<light Jerome>> as well. The blonde activist simply nodded in the affirmative. <<s Yara>>Show me.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss2.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>> came to <<light Yara>>'s aid, to show her just how much she really appreciated her guidance, to admit the seduction she was becoming a subject to. It was a nice, tense moment, that allowed me to catch my partner's eyes. She was looking wihtout intent, as if in a dream. <<s Yara>>Unfortunately for you, Jerome, I'm not into cocks.<</s>> She explained, <<s Yara>>And unfortunately for you, everyone here is into me.<</s>> Her eyes now found me, urging me to prove her point. It would be my only chance to stay with my partner tonight, the way things were progressing... <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> I fellt for the dominant lesbian's charms, showing the man and my partner just how much I appreciated her body. <<s Yara>>All mine.<</s>> I'd wanted to have a romantic, private relationship with my <<light Eva>>, but there was no denying that <<light Yara>> held a charisma that overcame this barrier. We were enjoying this way too much, as she guided us to pleasure <<light Jasmin>> alongside each other. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> <<s Eva>>This doesn't change things between us, <<print $name>>.<</s>> It was more of a hoping question than a statement. <<s Yara>>Does it?<</s>> I had no answer in the moment, allowing whatever it was I was feeling to wash over me. Over us. We'd answer these question later, when the time came. For now, we were well and truly seduced by the person who we trusted most... And we did like it. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<else>><<set $advantage to "Jerome">><<vid "bday/evajer-seduction1.mp4">> I watched as my partner bit to bullet, moving closer to the man who looked to seduce her, to then seduce another. And I was enjoying the seductive tableau that they were displaying. <<s Jerome>>All white whores turn into sluts once they see a black cock.<</s>> His worldview was so odd, so outdated, so unusual... But it was formed by his experiences, and while we all thought we were lesbians, we were succumbing to his cock, to the weird seductive dance he had performed, or had <<light Jasmin>> perform rather, maybe. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction2.mp4">> I watched in awe as my partner moved alongside his body, their skin tones clashing and adding to the odd eroticism of the moment, unable to understand how things had come to that, unable to reconcile the fact that I didn't defend her, defend us. Maybe a part of me always wanted to see her get with a man, to see my partner enjoy another in front of me... <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction3.mp4">> And enjoy they did, putting on a display of power and eroticism that was sure to turn anyone on. And it did turn me on, though from the glances that <<light Jerome>> was throwing to <<light Yara>>'s direction, and the way she was staring back at his cock spreading my partner open, it was clear that I was but a mere afterthought. What a birthday this was being, me being put aside as an afterthought, watching my partner find her passion and call out in moans to another as I could only watch. I was jealous, but also proud, and these odd emotions played in me as I saw the man pull himself out of my supposedly exclusive lover. <<s Jerome>>Finish me off.<</s>> I jumped alongside them. <<vid "bday/jerome-triobj.mp4">> <<light Yara>> watching, <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>>, and I got to work servicing <<light Jerome>>, wanting nothing more than to show him that he had won this round, and maybe the whole seductive game with <<light Yara>>. Weirdly, the once dominant woman had some level of self control to not fall down to her knees and fight over the big black cock that had effectively converted us into sluts. If I was going to lose my partner to cock, I might as well join her to my knees and play with cock myself... At least then we could still be together, right? My thoughts were warped by the cock that we pleasured, wanting nothing more than to be close to my partner. And I continued to wonder what <<light Eva>>'s parents would think should they see us now, sad that <<light Jasmin>> got to lap up our momentary lover's cum off his abs instead of us. <<vid "bday/evajer-seduction4.mp4">><</if>> //Would our relationship be able to last even the week?// <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Our relationship might be collateral">><</if>></div> <<else>><<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance" or $relationship is "yaraonly" or $relationship is "evaonly">>It wasn't long later than my beautiful partner and I were left behind to have our evening. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> Our lips found one another with clear passion, the intensity between us heavy, her approach strong with need. <<s Author>>Look at you go.<</s>> I teased her. <<if $relationship is "evaonly">><<s Eva>>I... You're amazing.<</s>><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<s Jasmin>>I... You're amazing.<</s>><<else>><<s Yara>>I... You're amazing.<</s>><</if>> This feeling was appreciated, yet a bit new to me... There was something behind her kisses and how she felt about them, it seemed... <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss2.mp4">> <<s Author>>What's on your mind?<</s>> I eventually asked her. <<if $relationship is "evaonly">><<s Eva>>Seeing everyone here, celebrating you... I'm lucky to be your girlfriend!<</s>><<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<s Jasmin>>Seeing everyone here, celebrating you... I'm lucky to be your girlfriend!<</s>><<else>><<s Yara>>Seeing everyone here, celebrating you... I'm lucky to be your girlfriend!<</s>><</if>> <<s Author>>I'm lucky to be yours.<</s>> It wasn't a question to me. It was a fact, and I was always going to act on that fact with all the true emotions I felt. With me, she would always be safe to be herself, fully and unapologetically. There was no doubt in my mind that I would always keep her safe, and satisfied. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> And I was to be satisfied as well, my loving partner showing her devotion to me once more as she found herself to her knees between my legs and got to work on satisfying me. <<s Author>>That's a fantastic birthday gift!<</s>> I teased her. <<if $relationship is "evaonly">><<s Eva>>You're the gift that keeps giving. It's your special day after all!<</s>> Her words finished as she put her mouth back to work on me.<<elseif $relationship is "JasminRomance">><<s Jasmin>>You're the gift that keeps giving. It's your special day after all!<</s>> Her words finished as she put her mouth back to work on me.<<else>><<s Yara>>You're the gift that keeps giving. It's your special day after all!<</s>> Her words finished as she put her mouth back to work on me.<</if>> Whether by "gift" she meant my care or my flowing juice I didn't know, all I knew was that she made me feel good and I really liked it. Everything else, in the moment, was superfluous. <<vid "bday/romanticlesbo1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">>As we remained there, only a few of us left and seated in the living room on my couches, the night was winding down beautifully. <<s Mya>>Happy birthday again, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The attractive <<light Mya>> said then, leaving my apartment. And leaving me alone with my submissives... And <<light Jasmin>>. <div id='choices'><<if $jasmincharacter is "Single" and $jasminevent gte 6>><<link "Seduce the activist">><<set $advantage to "Me">><<pickup $thoughts "Jasmin in Harem" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to let this night pass without taking my chance with the beautiful blonde, and I knew the road to doing exactly that. <<s Author>>Yara, you look like you're feeling hot.<</s>> I said to my submissive partner, <<s Author>>Why don't you show Jasmin here what's only mine?<</s>> <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> My partner didn't need to be told twice, as she stripped of her clothes, showing off her hard body, putting herself on display. And while her submissive mind kept on alert, watching my body which moved seductively towards the blonde <<light Jasmin>>, she still respected the control I held over her, following the command entirely and respectfully. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> Indeed, as I moved closer to <<light Jasmin>>, her eyes had moved towards <<light Yara>>'s hot body on display. <<light Eva>> continued to watch the athlete that had long wantye to control her, and was now mine, before her attention shifted to what I was doing. <<s Author>>She's hot, isn't she?<</s>> I asked <<light Jasmin>>, who could only nod, now looking into my eyes. <<s Author>>You can kiss me.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> And she did, her lips clashing against mine as I fought the control out of her, as I slowly but surely brought her into the fold, as I distracted everyone with my sapphic kisses, and my dominant ability to take control. A control that <<light Jasmin>> eagerly ceded to me. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> <<light Eva>> was now entirely distracted by the activity that I had engaged the blonde in, slowly moving closer, wanting in on the action. <<s Author>>That's it, you've been craving my lips for too long.<</s>> I whispered to her, wanting to make her feel good, and a large part of me succeeding. She was more than falling for it. And next to me, <<light Eva>> was almost begging. <<s Author>>Eva, how about you do what you do best?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> Moments later, <<light Eva>> the sub was eagerly lapping away at our latest slut's cunt, wanting to bring her a pleasure that only we lesbos could. A passion and heat rose through the submissive white girl, as she found herself being seduced into this unique lesbian relationship, into my arms. <<light Yara>> moved ever closer too, wanting to be a part of the action. <<s Author>>You're at your best when you follow my lead, Yara. Never forget that.<</s>> I threatened the submissive girl then, warning her of her choices and where they would take her. She lowered her head apologetically. <<s Author>>Help me show her a good time.<</s>> <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> Under my guidance, the submissive women got to work on the newest attraction, as we played with her the way only we knew how. And the beautiful melodic moans that <<light Jasmin>> let off were like music to our ears, as we made her realize what she'd miss out on if she ever denied us. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Seduce Jasmin" "She's too blacked and/or not close enough">><</if>> <<link "Better just call it a night" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">>As we remained there, only a few of us left and seated in the living room on my couches, the night was winding down beautifully. <<s Mya>>Happy birthday again, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The attractive <<light Mya>> said then, leaving my apartment. And leaving me alone with my dominant mistress <<light Yara>>, my fellow sub <<light Eva>>... And <<light Jasmin>>. <div id='choices'><<if $jasmincharacter is "Single" and $jasminevent is 6>><<link "Help my mistress seduce the activist">><<set $advantage to "Yara">><<pickup $thoughts "Jasmin in Harem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie1.jpg">> My dominant partner, my mistress, wasn't going to let this night pass without finally working on something she'd promised herself. And so, I watched as she took off her clothing right then and there, eagerly enjoying what she was doing as she put herself on sexy display. <<light Jasmin>> was just as eagerly watching it all unfold, as we watched alongside one another my partner in all her nude glory. <<pichalf "bday/yara-nudeselfie2.jpg">> <<s Yara>>It's clear how much you've longed for me, Jasmin.<</s>> She was beautifully confident. <<s Yara>>Let's set aside our holds and just enjoy the night.<</s>> Not much more needed to be said as <<light Yara>>'s hot body approached <<light Jasmin>>'s. <<s Yara>>You can kiss me if you want. I don't bite... Hard.<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> The white activist didn't need to be told twice, finally embracing her sapphic urges as her lips found my mistress'. I eagerly watched as my lover seduced the woman I'd longed for, wanting to be a part of the action but not knowing how. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss-watch.mp4">> My eyes were not the only ones enjoying the scene that was unfolding. Alongside me, <<light Eva>> had joined in watching the active seduction taking place. If I'd known my partner looked that good playing with others... I might have looked for it way earlier, and way more often... <<s Yara>>How about you help me show Jasmin here a good time, <<print $name>>?<</s>> <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> I didn't need to be told twice, as I found myself down between the sexy woman's legs at my dominant partner's behest, eagerly lapping away as I felt eyes watching me with clear need. I could hear the moaning above me, as I realized that the women had been actively engaged with one another while I served.... Above me, <<light Jasmin>>'s moans and her tightening legs told me I was doing something right, as I also heard <<light Yara>> reprimand our submissive friend. <<s Yara>>True pleasure comes from following me.<</s>> She warned her with the confidence that only a dominant woman like her could muster. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin2.mp4">> And under her guidance, both me and <<light Eva>> brought great pleasure to <<light Jasmin>>, right here in the middle of my apartment. I wanted nothing more than to serve my lover, and if that meant pleasuring women on her behalf... I'd already won the lottery. Pleasure this intense would never have been possible if it wasn't for my mistress. A birthday this beautiful would never have been possible had I not succumbed to her lead. <<vid "bday/jasmin-haremjoin1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Seduce Jasmin" "She's too blacked and/or not close enough">><</if>> <<link "Better just call it a night" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>></div> <<else>> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</if>>

Before the night could really find its closure and end, I saw the organizer approach me, a level of emotion carried in heart. Following the evening we had and all the conversations that transpired, it was to be expected that he'd want to talk. <<s Eric>>I...<</s>> He hesitated for a bit, clearly weighing in how to approach the topic. <<s Eric>>I wanted to see if there was any way, given the relationship that you have at the moment, for me to find a way into it, or at least with you...<</s>> He was speaking with such studied language, as if he had calculated every eventuality, tried to study his chances in every possible outcome from it. <<s Eric>>I can't see you being exclusive in any way, but I want us to at least try, to see if there is a chance for us, or for me to be with you in any way, and I know it might be too much to ask, but at the end of the day there is something in me that just calls for it and-<</s>> It was around that moment that he was lost in his rant, only something big possibly stopping him from continuing. <<if $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0 and $relationship is "JeromeHarem" or $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0 and $relationship is "MyaJerome Harem">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eric to Chastity" 1>><<s Jerome>>Yo Eric, good job organizing the party.<</s>> My dominant partner placed his hand on my ass as he spoke his bit, already putting <<light Eric>> in a vulnerable position. <<s Eric>>I.. Thanks.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> realized that something was happening here, a deep conversation. <<s Jerome>>What's going on here?<</s>> I felt like an answer was waranted. <<s Author>>Eric wants to be a part of this in some way.<</s>> I explained. <<s Jerome>>Hah sorry dude, I don't swing that way.<</s>> My partner said. <<s Eric>>I... Not with you.<</s>> The person holding admiration said. <<s Jerome>>I see, you wanna watch!<</s>> I could see that happening, and the blush appearing on <<light Eric>>'s face told me he was indeed interested in this. <<s Jerome>>Well white boy, if you put on that chastity we talked about then you could watch me fuck my hoes.<</s>> I was only a hoe to him, but something to be admired for <<light Eric>>. Yet now it was clear who I'd be sleeping with, and who'd get the option to watch if he wants to. <<s Jerome>><<print $name>> will hold your keys if you do it. And we can make it happen at the Easter Party organized by both my hoes.<</s>> My master added, before walking back in and leaving me with the man who admired me way too much for his own good. <<s Eric>>I... I'd do it.<</s>> The white man said after a moment of silence. <<s Eric>>That way I can be closer to you.<</s>> I realized how intense things were to be with this new addition, especially with all that had been happening tonight... <<s Author>>We'll see.<</s>> I didn't want to commit to anything just yet. There was still time for the Easter Party. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.count("Bday Jerome Out") is 0 and $relationship is "YaraHarem" and $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eric to Chastity" 1>><<s Jerome>>That's quite the party, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The dominant black man <<light Jerome>> said as he walked out of the house. <<s Jerome>>We still could end it together, you know.<</s>> It was quite the party, and I was getting quite aware of the intensity of the moment, the two very different individuals now facing off in front of me, one looking imploring for some time with me while the other was a bit more direct in his flirting. <<s Author>>It has definitely been fun.<</s>> I answered him. <<s Jerome>>Who knows, maybe this party can keep going even stronger.<</s>> He wasn't musing, he was stating. Then, he noticed <<light Eric>>'s presence there. <<s Jerome>>I'd even let you watch.<</s>> He said to him, as if I wasn't the topic of that viewing session. <<s Jerome>>Except you're leaving now.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Watch?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yeah see how a real man fucks his hoes. Her, Yara, Eva, all of 'em.<</s>> He was confident, and it was kind of attractive. And the way he roped <<light Eric>> in on his tactic was equally fascinating. <<s Author>>I'm... This is not happening.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You and I both know it's the natural progression here. Not tonight, but on Easter for sure.<</s>> The man's confidence was clear, and was getting to me, <<s Jerome>>We can lock whiteboi here up in chastity, that way he can be as close to the action as he wants without ruining it for everyone.<</s>> It seemed like an amazing idea, but I didn't want to admit it just yet. <<s Jerome>>What do you say white boi? Would you lock your tiny for <<print $name>> here?<</s>> He asked. <<light Eric>>'s blush was intense, his actual thoughts clear as day. He nodded his head. <<s Jerome>>You gotta say it, white boi.<</s>> <<light Eric>> sealed his fate. <<s Eric>>I would do anything for her.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Then a chastity cage better be ready for you on Easter if you wanna see me take over all these hoes.<</s>> The man warned, plan already well in motion. It was now clear where things were going with <<light Eric>> if I wanted him around. <<s Jerome>>Now if you'll excuse me, I'd got a few hoes to seduce.<</s>> Just like that, <<light Eric>> was gone with his promise, and I was highly aware of what was waiting for me inside soon. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>> <<elseif $relationship is "YaraHarem">><<s Yara>>Good job on the party Eric, it was quite cool.<</s>> My mistress just about now interjected on our conversation, budging in at just the right time. <<s Eric>>Oh eeh.. Thanks Yara.<</s>> Her smile was wide. <<s Yara>>Have you decided to admit your crush to my pet yet?<</s>> She asked him then. I blushed, realizing that my status as her pet was growing more obvious at every moment and interaction I was having with her around. <<s Eric>>I... <<print $name>> has known for a long time now.<</s>> He finally admitted something of his own too. <<s Yara>>Everyone has. It's cute.<</s>> She said. <<s Yara>>Too bad I don't take in stray men.<</s>> She'd have considered him even? For me? I looked at her confused. <<s Yara>>You can't be the only one to toy with him. Anything that's yours is mine.<</s>> //Did that include the crown?// My question would remain unanswered for now. <<s Eric>>I don't have to join.<</s>> The desperate man said. <<s Eric>>I could... Just watch.<</s>> //Oh he is in for a treat//, I thought as I expected my mistress ripping him open a new one. <<s Yara>>That would be a nice idea. Though you'd have to be caged for that. Chastity is a nice idea.<</s>> The surprise I felt at my mistress' suggestion was immense, especially when she then decided to add: <<s Yara>>What do you say, <<print $name>>? Should we lock the wimp up and let him watch?<</s>> That was a big decision, and one that would define how <<light Eric>> was going to be treated for the weeks to come... Did I want him crushing on me even harder and my mistress extended her control over me? I looked into her eyes, and realized that she was fine with things either way, thinking of yet another gift to be offered to me, basically. <div id='choices'><<link "He belongs in a cage">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eric to Chastity" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eric belongs in a cage.<</s>> I admitted to both him and my mistress, showing my interest in this development. <<s Yara>>Awesome, so you better buy him one as a thank you gift for this party and have it ready for Easter.<</s>> My mistress set the plan in motion for us. <<s Yara>>Now say your goodbyes. I want to use my pets inside.<</s>> She claimed, allowing us one final moment together. Before I could speak to him though, he rushed to talk. <<s Eric>>Thank you for allowing this.<</s>> The desperate man spoke, <<s Eric>>I've been dreaming of it for too long.<</s>> He was going to lose his freedom, and he was happy for it. The man truly was desperate. <<s Author>>I... You're welcome.<</s>> I simply said, the thought of what was to soon happen a deeply erotic one in my mind... <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't want him involved">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't want to involve you in this.<</s>> I said apologetically to the man who'd just shown how desperate he was to be a part of all this. <<s Yara>>Aww that's too bad.<</s>> My mistress said, her hand already holding onto my arm, pulling me back inside. <<s Yara>>You can always imagine her as she services me on her knees, I'll allow you to think of it as you play with yourself tonight.<</s>> It was like my own body's royalty was hers to give, as I dutifully followed my mistress inside, leaving the desperate boy behind with a strong imagination of what was to happen between us soon... //Only imagination, no more.// I thought as his fate was now sealed. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "MeHarem">><<s Author>>What are you really thinking about, Eric?<</s>> I asked the stuttering man. <<s Eric>>I want to be around you, watch or help or whatever. I recognize your attractiveness and that I might not have a real chance with you, but I... It would be amazing if I could watch.<</s>> He admitted. <<s Author>>You want to watch me play with the girls?<</s>> I asked, realizing just how desperate he was getting for me and even a glimpse of me. <<s Eric>>Please?<</s>> I thought of the situation, and of what it would take to have him join and watch. I knew what my girls were like, and just like with anything else, a penis involved in all this was possibly a big no... Except <<light Tarnipp>> had recently given us a solution for that, one that I could very well employ here. After all, what was chastity if not a way to control one's penis as he watches his lesbian crush play with her actual sex-mates, desperate to join but never able to? I was already getting turned on at the thought, even if just marginally. <div id='choices'><<link "He belongs in a cage">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eric to Chastity" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Tell you what.<</s>> I made my decision, <<s Author>>If you're willing to allow me to lock you up, you can watch me play with my pets.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Lock me up? You mean chastity?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's only fair, Eric. After all, there is no need for your cock, and that would be your only chance to witness me in action.<</s>> <<light Eric>> looked hesitant. <<s Author>>So you're not interested. Okay.<</s>> He jumped at the opportunity that was being presented to him. <<s Eric>>No wait, I'm in.<</s>> He said, almost too desperate to please. <<s Author>>I'll lock you up at easter party, and you'll get to witness my harem in its final form then.<</s>> I made my promise to the soon-to-be cuck. This party was shaping up to be quite the event, it seemed. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't want him involved">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm not interested in that.<</s>> I admitted to him and myself, realizing that I was way more interested in enjoying my girls than I was of him, a man, watching. <<s Author>>But I admire your courage for trying.<</s>> He was sad, but I didn't care in the moment. I had a couple of pets to make love to inside after all. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $relationship is "evaleo">><<s Author>>Eric... That's not the kind of relationship I have.<</s>> I said to him then, wanting him to realize that things were not what he thought them to be between us. <<s Author>>I love what I have, and it's a sweeter relationship than it is sexual.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>I'm not interested in this naughty, heavy stuff you want, or that inclusion of someone into the dynamics that we already have.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm sorry I thought you'd be open to it.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Eric... We're a polyamorous throuple, not in an open relationship.<</s>> The man looked furlown as he walked away from my party, leaving me behind to enjoy the rest of my evening with my lovers. The exclusivity between us was still there... Would continue to be there for long to come. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>> <<else>><<s Author>>Eric... That's not the kind of relationship I have.<</s>> I said to him then, wanting him to realize that things were not what he thought them to be between us. <<s Author>>I love what I have, and it's a sweeter relationship than it is sexual.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>I'm not interested in this naughty, heavy stuff you want, or that inclusion of someone into the dynamics that we already have.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm sorry I thought you'd be open to it.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Eric... We're a couple and not in an open relationship.<</s>> The man looked furlown as he walked away from my party, leaving me behind to enjoy the rest of my evening with my lover. The exclusivity between us was still there... Would continue to be there for long to come. <<link "Go back inside" "Bday Eva Seduction">><</link>><</if>>

<<vid "bday/jerome-double-worship.mp4">> <<s Jerome>>Her eyes were glued to my cock.<</s>> My lover said as we went about servicing him. <<s Jerome>>She's all but hooked.<</s>> I truly believed him. <<s Author>>She's definitely into you.<</s>> I admitted to my lover. <<s Jerome>>All thanks to you, slut.<</s>> It wasn't love. It was ravenous lust that had gotten me this far with him, and he'd continue to ensure that I'd remember that. <<s Author>>Anything for you sir.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Lie down next to each other, we're about to give her a return gift.<</s>> He ordered us around in the intensity that I was used from him. <<vid "bday/jerome-mirror-filming.mp4">> Right there on my bed, I allowed my lover control over my body, I accepted his dominion, his superiority, as I imagined of what sights he was privvy to out of my eyes, and what he'd continue to taunt my once dominant friend with. I'd loosened <<light Yara>> enough for him to claim her as his own, and we were now close to her complete acceptance of his ultimate authority. The mere thought turned me on so much, as I moaned over his cock, fighting for him away from <<light Jasmin>> who had already had so much of him. I was an insatiable slut for his black cock, a happy girl on her birthday, glad to be servicing his fat penis with the need that only a whore like me could have. I and <<light Jasmin>> were his whores, and we'd prove it soon enough with the gift he'd given me... Or rather ordered me. <<vid "bday/jerome-dominant-facial.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>>

<<vid "bday/jerome-double-worship.mp4">> <<s Jerome>>Her eyes were glued to my cock.<</s>> My lover said as we went about servicing him. <<s Jerome>>She's all but hooked.<</s>> I truly believed him. <<s Mya>>She's definitely into you.<</s>> The ebony beauty encouraged him as she filmed us play together, <<s Mya>>They all are.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>They can't stop themselves once they've had a taste.<</s>> It wasn't love. It was ravenous lust that had gotten me this far with him, and he'd continue to ensure that I'd remember that. <<s Author>>Anything for you sir.<</s>> I dared speak out of line. <<s Jerome>>Lie down next to each other, we're about to give her a return gift.<</s>> He ordered us around in the intensity that I was used from him. <<vid "bday/jerome-mirror-filming.mp4">> Right there on my bed, I allowed my lover control over my body, I accepted his dominion, his superiority, as I imagined of what sights he was privvy to out of my eyes, and what he'd continue to taunt my once dominant friend with. Standing by his side, <<light Mya>> looked glorious, worthy of worship, as she filmed the POV footage, and it thrilled me to be serving them both like that. I'd loosened <<light Yara>> enough for him to claim her as his own, and we were now close to her complete acceptance of his ultimate authority. The mere thought turned me on so much, as I moaned over his cock, fighting for him away from <<light Jasmin>> who had already had so much of him. I was an insatiable slut for his black cock, a happy girl on her birthday, glad to be servicing his fat penis with the need that only a whore like me could have. I and <<light Jasmin>> were their whores, and we'd prove it soon enough with the gift he'd given me... Or rather ordered me. <<vid "bday/jerome-dominant-facial.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>>

<<if $friendsevents.has("Bday Benoit Gift Opened")>>The gift was hidden under the covers as my boyfriend walked back in, excited to get the show on the road and enjoy being with me. <<s Author>>Welcome back, lover.<</s>> Though his stepfather was on the back of my mind, he was still my boyfriend. My supposed lover, the person I'd chosen out of all the people out there that were celebrating my birthday. Here, it was a bit more private in my room. Everyone gone, we were left alone, the man who organized my birthday and me. And his father, still looming large in the back of my mind. <<s Eric>>It's been a long day, hasn't it?<</s>> Maybe it was the thoughtful frown on my face or the fact that indeed it had been a long day and we were now at night, but the man was right in his statement. <<s Author>>It has been a good day.<</s>> I admitted to him, grabbing him for a hug as he moved closer. <<s Eric>>I'm glad you enjoyed it.<</s>> The heartful approach that he's had to this entire thing was really nice to see. Unfortunately, as he moved me to bed and I sat, him atop me, I felt the call of his father from underneath the covers. The secret I'd had to hide from him, the naughty potential of the night that was to come. He was my boyfriend, but I was also being kind of a slut here and there. The way I'd eyed others this evening, the way I'd been flirting with people at school. And worse of all, the agreement I had with his father and the things I'd done with him and to him behind my partner's back. I was a cheater, and I was falling for it more and more, the self-talk growing increasingly strong in my head as I contemplated diving head first in the debauchery to come... <div id='choices'><<link "Have him use his stepfather's gift">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Eric Gift Use" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew what I needed, and I knew I needed him to give me that. I needed to have him fuck me with his dad's cock, right here in my bed. I gave a moan at the thought, at the naughty idea that was now solidifying in my mind. He heard it, and commented on it. <<s Eric>>Oh. I'm down for some fun.<</s>> I smiled, excited for the debauched things that were to come. <<s Author>>I have an idea. Something I've wanted to try and that only you can help me with.<</s>> I was already moving my hand to under the covers, ready to bring the thing that I needed. I had him in bed with me, but right now, my attention was not with him. I was using him, and it was delectable. <<pichalf "bday/eric-dildogift.jpg">> His eyes went wide as I revealed what I had in mind, his own breath caught as mine was when I discovered it from his father. <<s Eric>>Woah!<</s>> He could only gasp at what he saw. <<s Author>>I have yet to open it.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Author>>And I want my first time to be shared with you.<</s>> His hesitation was clear. A part of me worried that this entire thing was a mistake as he took a bit longer than expected to speak. //This is it.// I thought, //This is the moment he wakes up and grows some courage and speaks up.// <<s Eric>>Okay. Let's do this.<</s>> He was already struggling to stay straight as he watched me unbox his father's cock, not knowing who it belonged to, and not knowing that that fact was what turned me on. I was having my boyfriend wait to fuck me with his stepfather's cock, and I was beyond excited for it. It wasn't cheating. It was way beyond that now, It was a game of chicken between my naughty self and my tame self. A few months ago, <<light Eric>> was but a memory. Now, he was rock hard as he gave me what I truly needed. <<pichalf "bday/eric-dildo1.jpg">> And it wasn't him. He was just a means to an end. A tool for my naughty mind to latch onto and milk out fantasies that it didn't know it had from. A person that was just there to help me get the twisted pleasure that I was starting to crave more and more. The cock plowing in and out of me was a statement, as I urged him to go harder, faster, stronger. <<s Author>>Fuck me like a real man!<</s>> I urged him on, wanting him to go beyond his own limitations. He struggled. But I wasn't going to let him coddle me with his love. I wanted deep fucking. His love comes after, to prolong the fact that I am cheating on him in thought right when I am with him. The more he loves me and cares for me, the more this entire thing turns me on. And the way he looked at me while doing his best fucking me with his father's cock... The man loved me, and he was wrong to. And I loved it. <<s Eric>>My hand is hurting.<</s>> I couldn't wait for him to bring me the satisfaction I needed. I had to take things in my own hands. <<vid "bday/eric-dildopenetration.mp4">> I fixed the angle and worked on myself, bringing myself to the ultimate pleasure, closing my eyes and imagining his father instead, as my cuck of a boyfriend watched me pleasure myself on my birthday. Watched, and barely stroked himselfmoments before arriving to completion right then and there, as he watched me ignore him for my own pleasure. Watched me find my satisfaction and dream about his big dicked father right in front of him. I'm a lucky girl on her birthday... And he was slowly getting closer to accepting his new reality. <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't go there">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to delve any deeper down that hole. Yes, I was cheating on my boyfriend, but that was it. I wasn't going to toy with him any further, have him grab his own father's cock to bring me pleasure, or anything of the sort. He was my boyfriend, after all, and whatever else I had going on always had to take the backseat. I moved him down onto the bed with me, showering him with kisses, shifting us away from the secret that hid beneath, staying over the covers as I removed his clothing. And mine. And saw his appreciative look over my entire body. His hard cock. <<s Eric>>You're so fucking hot.<</s>> He admitted then with the thirstiness of a young adult that wanted nothing more than to fuck his girlfriend on her birthday. His hands moved to grab the covers. My secret was there. And I didn't want to hurt his feelings. <<s Author>>You're hot yourself.<</s>> He was attractive, beautiful in relative terms. Not hot. But I didn't want him to go down that road as I attacked him and held onto him, my hands roaming and exploring his body as his did mine. Our kisses grew intense. He kept wanting to move under the covers. I took matters into my own hands, stroking him. Playing with him. Toying with his body. <<s Eric>>Mmm fuck I'm close. Don't-<</s>> I knew he was, but I wasn't going to allow him to go any further. The way he involuntarily thrust his hips into the air, the way he almost begged me not to have him come so quickly... <<s Author>>Lose yourself to me.<</s>> I wanted him done with. <<vid "bday/eric-premature.mp4">> And he succumbed to my temptation, accepting my manipulation and giving me exactly what I asked for. There, on top of the covers of my bed, my boyfriend lost himself to me, and came prematurely as I hid his father's cock replica from him. And I couldn't help but find a twisted satisfaction from all of it. I wanted to keep him safe, and instead, I've accepted more corruption in my own gestures. //What path was I on?// <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bday Benoit Gift Received")>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bday Benoit Gift Opened" 1>>As <<light Eric>> was in the kitchen, taking care of the last of the dishes from the party, I approached him sweetly from the back, giving him a hug. <<s Author>>Maybe we should've gotten plastic plates.<</s>> I joked, seeing that he still had a lot to do. <<s Eric>>This is better for the environment.<</s>> <<s Author>>I didn't know you cared for the environment.<</s>> I quipped. <<s Eric>>Did you open my dad's gift?<</s>> The gift. It was still in my room. <<s Author>>No, not yet.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Do it. He wanted me to tell him how you reacted to it, without seeing it myself.<</s>> He asked, <<s Eric>>It's weird, I know.<</s>> I shrugged. <<s Author>>I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom, then.<</s>> I said to him as I headed there. The normalcy of this, of having him clean the dishes, of saying this to him... We really were a nice fit, him and I. And we were truly acting like it. Until I got to my room and opened the gift. <<pichalf "bday/eric-dildogift.jpg">> A card accompanied the gift. <<s Benoit>>Just something to remember me by on the nights where my son can't satisfy you: always. In my absence, you now have a mold of me. Enjoy it at your leisure.<</s>> The man had his own son carry a mold of his cock to gift to me, his girlfriend. A part of me was grateful that I hadn't opened the gift earlier, outside of my house for anyone to see. Another was turned on about the fact that this was happening. Here I was, imagining that I would have a radiant future with <<light Eric>>, imagining what it could look like, before being brought back to harsh reality by the cock that I now held, the thick, heavy member that I legitimately thirsted over behind my partner's back... I was clearly into it. I clearly wanted to do something about it... Or be with my boyfriend normally, as partners would be. I heard the water stop in the kitchen. <<s Eric>>I'm doone!<</s>> He was still being light in his sing-song voice. My boyfriend was about to join me here, and I had something nice in hand that he could be using tonight... //Dare I?// I hid it under the covers for now, my decision yet to be made. <<link "Wait for him" "Bday End Eric">><</link>> <<else>>My boyfriend was waiting for me in my bedroom as the last of my friends left the party. He'd organized it all. He had worked behind the scenes, in ways I was not privvy to, to prepare all this for me, and now he was just laying there restfully, a job well finished. <<s Eric>>Sorry, I just wanted to rest a bit before I went back home.<</s>> I could understand that, except a part of me wanted to show him, my partner, how much I appreciated him. How much all he'd done meant to me. It was far from relationship dynamics and plays and rewards and punishment. It was simply how I felt in the moment, and I followed that feeling. <<vid "bday/leoeric-bj.mp4">> Him there, I slowly lowered his pants for him and got to work on him. <<s Eric>>What are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>Should I stop?<</s>> In that moment, <<light Eric>> was not too tired. <<s Eric>>No.<</s>> A whisper came, allowing me to continue my work on his member, looking up at him with admiration. Months ago, this man was not a part of my life. Now, he was my boyfriend, a blast from the past that fit my present fully, and shaped my future in a beautiful, satisfying way. Away from all the politics and dynamics that this school had demanded of me these past few weeks, I was finally being myself with my boyfriend. I was finally embracing him fully. I stripped from my clothes as he admired me. <<s Eric>>You're so fucking beautiful.<</s>> <<s Author>>The necklace is what makes me shine.<</s>> I accepted his compliment as I reminded him of the gift he'd given me, happy to be wearing it for him. <<vid "bday/leoeric-insertion.mp4">> As I moved myself into position, I couldn't help but admire my boyfriend. His growing confidence, his organization skills, his willingness to talk to my friends and make this work, all in the background, all away from my sight, myself having forgotten about my special day... I was beyond grateful for this man that had truly become an integral part of my story. My legs grabbed onto him as we switched positions, adjusted ourselves, to look deep in each other's eyes. <<vid "bday/leoeric-romantic2.mp4">> To be together at the end of a long and arduous day, embracing one another lovingly, emotionally accepting the other person to be this close, this intimate, this deeply in tune with our true nature. We were together, and that was all that mattered. Right now, it was a sweet ending to a long journey that was my 18th, moving into my 19th. A nice sweet birthday, ending with a nice sweet boyfriend. //I was a lucky girl.// <<vid "bday/leoeric-romantic1.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</if>>

<<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss1.mp4">> My lips were quick to find <<light Ella>>'s when all our friends had left my house, wanting that private time with my lover, and wanting to share these intimate moments with her. <<s Author>>Oh how I've wanted this.<</s>> <<light Ella>> was moaning under me, appreciating my words and my body on hers. <<s Ella>>Let's make it a truly happy birthday.<</s>> She said as she turned me over, taking the upper hand as she continued kissing me. <<vid "bday/lesbo-kiss2.mp4">> I felt myself get lost in her kisses, accepting her guidance in that moment, after the long and demanding day I'd had. It was a long journey here, but I was slowly seeing how it might conclude. Here and now, I was fulfilled in my lover's arms. Embracing her, allowing her fluttering lips to dance across mine, appreciating how she'd grown to accept the way her body wanted to react to mine. The conversation tonight was an important one to us, the way people vocalized their admiration of her, the way she'd started accepting that maybe she does deserve to be queen. As my partner removed my clothes off me, I found myself appreciating the fact that she was a prom prospect even more. My girlfriend and I were rivals in that sense, but I was slowly warming up to the thought that she very well could be the prom queen. And I'd be hers. <<vid "bday/lesbo-cunni1.mp4">> The potential queen did look good feasting on my pussy though, licking away as she followed her instinct. An instinct that I felt the need to thank, beyond appreciative of her action, loving every flicker of her tongue, every movement of her lips against my sensitive folds. <<s Author>>You're getting good at this!<</s>> I complimented her. <<s Ella>>Your body likes telling me what to do.<</s>> Indeed, I was reacting entirely to every move she was doing, accepting her studied approach and embracing the feelings it made me have. <<s Author>>Let's have you enjoy this too.<</s>> I said, not quite wanting to cum yet. <<vid "bday/ella-anal.mp4">> <<light Yara>>'s toy came to good use tonight, despite it not finding the destination it was meant to. After all, I did find my girlfriend looked better moaning atop something... I was onto something here, realizing that my partner's hole was as sensitive as mine. But for now, we'd enjoy each other's bodies like this, lovingly and sapphicly. The time will come for more exploration with my queen, I was sure of it. <<vid "bday/ella-anal2.mp4">> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>>

<<vid "bday/leo-waiting.mp4">> My boyfriend was waiting for me in an unusual fashion after I'd said goodbye to my friends at the door. Here inside now, he was showing off his nude body, in a way that I couldn't deny was quite attractive, exactly what I'd signed up for when I seeked him out after spring break. <<s Author>>Oh my god, Leo!<</s>> I said, laughing. <<s Leo>>What, are you telling me that after all the tension of the week and this evening, there's nothing to be done about how I feel?<</s>> <<s Author>>Is that the gift you want to give me then, in private?<</s>> I teased. <<s Leo>>Think of it as a nice transaction.<</s>> <<vid "bday/leoeric-bj.mp4">> I may have put his cock in my mouth, but his quips and jokes halted as he moaned out in agreement to my gesture. My boyfriend was a fantastic person, and one I truly liked. I particularly appreciated his cock in my mouth, and the way he was so confident in his masculinity, in his body, now that he'd questioned what it meant to be a man. His hardon sure knew how to appreciate a woman's work. <<s Leo>>You're fucking amazing.<</s>> My sweet partner lovingly said. <<s Author>>You'll soon be fucking amazing.<</s>> I stood from my place and stripped for my lover, watching him watch me as he stroked himself. Enjoying the way he was eating me up with his eyes. And I was feeling myself wetten in anticipation for him. My saliva and my juices got the work done as I impaled myself onto him. <<vid "bday/leoeric-insertion.mp4">> <<s Leo>>Oh fuck.<</s>> He moaned in an appreciative manner. <<s Author>>You're so good.<</s>> I moaned in reply. <<s Author>>So filling.<</s>> It felt good to have his masculine cock inside of me. <<s Author>>Oh fuck me.<</s>> <<if $subdom gte -30>><<vid "bday/leoeric-romantic2.mp4">> My lover did just that, his loving thrusts driving into me as his eyes stared into mine, our connection deep and real. I felt fulfilled in that moment, a long day behind me and a nice cock inside of me. It was a fantastic end to what had passed, and I was already looking forward to what would wait for me ahead. I was a lucky girlfriend to be with someone who understood himself that well. Someone I helped improve and grow. <<vid "bday/leoeric-romantic1.mp4">><<else>><<vid "bday/leoeric-submissive1.mp4">> My boyfriend didn't need to be told twice, taking matters into his own hand - almost literally - showing off the workouts that we'd engaged in throughout this time, impressing me with his athleticism. He was my lover, someone that I'd helped in his journey of self discovery, and he was fucking the lights out of me. And I loved it. It felt right to finally receive that kind of fucking from him, that intense connection that only a man and a woman could have. A person that drills and another that takes it in deep appreciation, bodies reacting to what came naturally to them. And it felt natural to succumb to my lover. It felt like I'd been missing it for far too long. <<vid "bday/leoeric-submissive2.mp4">> The cherry on top came in the form of a facial that I was more than eager to receive. <<s Leo>>Birthday girl needs her cream.<</s>> He had the last laugh, seeing me underneath him. I moaned out in agreement. <<s Leo>>You like this...<</s>> He remarked, no wonder already imagining what else he could have me do, making me even more excited for next time now that he was leaning into his masculinity and take-charge attitude. I was a lucky girl on her birthday, covered with her boyfriend's cream like her cake would. I felt like I was in heaven.<</if>> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>>

<<vid "bday/ericsam-kiss.mp4">> As <<light Eric>> set about cleaning the last of the remnants of the party, I found myself unable to stop what came naturally to me. And that was finding <<light Samuel>>'s lips with my own. Our relationship was a unique one, and time and time again we were proving it in our time alone. Right now, I was proving just how much I thirsted for my lover. <<pichalf "bday/ericsam-cock.jpg">> And how much I thirsted for his glorious cock. <<s Author>>Oh fuck I've missed him.<</s>> I said as I looked into my lover's eyes, <<light Eric>> having stopped his organizing to appreciate what was happening right next to him. <<s Samuel>>It has missed you too, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>I love my birthday gift.<</s>> I said as I held onto it, helping my lover to the couch where he laid down. My lips couldn't stop themselves from showering him with kisses across the body, travelling with a clear destination in mind. <<vid "bday/ericsam-loving.mp4">> Across his abs, across his sexy body, and to the place where it thirsted to work. My mouth wrapped around my powerful lover's cock, wanting to offer him the pleasure he clearly deserved. And he was more than happy to have me there. <<s Samuel>>She's really good at this.<</s>> The man said to our partner, who was left behind watching. <<s Eric>>It looks so hot.<</s>> My boyfriend - or rahter our cuck - admitted, appreciating the scene that was unfolding in front of him. <<s Samuel>>I'm glad you're liking it dude.<</s>> He was talking to him so casually as his cock twitched in my mouth. <<s Samuel>>How about we give cuckie here something to really enjoy?<</s>> I was more than eager to follow <<light Samuel>>'s lead, allowing him to prepare me for the penetration that I so desperately needed. <<vid "bday/ericsam-pov.mp4">> <<light Eric>> must have felt so lucky seeing me impaled on my strong lover's cock, being satisfied in ways he never would have been able to satisfy me and being helped to lose my mind atop the powerful man. <<light Samuel>> also knew how to put on a show, moving my body in all the right ways to show the man left watching just how sexy us fucking was, and to solidify in his mind that the best thing he could do was to watch. <<s Samuel>>You like this?<</s>> He teased our partner. <<s Eric>>You both are the perfect couple.<</s>> What he said was entirely unexpected, it gave us a weird pause. Weird because it triggered something in <<light Samuel>>, who couldn't control himself anymore and emptied himself in me. And weird because we all realized what it implied. <<light Eric>> was surprised by himself saying that, removing himself entirely from the equation. Seeing himself as external to the relationship. And unfortunately for him, <<light Samuel>> cumming made me cum atop him as well, showing our lover that we actually liked what he said. And maybe a part of me did. <<s Eric>>I mean.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>That's so fucking hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh fuck you're cumming in me.<</s>> <<light Eric>> had a look of panic on his face as I said that. <<s Author>>Eric we're a throuple. I need your help with the cum.<</s>> The cuck was still horny, made evident by the smaller cock he owned, which swung in the air desperately trying to find something to help it find its relief. He accepted what I led him to do. <<vid "bday/eric-licking-creampie.mp4">> <<s Author>>That's it, We're not ready for a baby yet.<</s>> I said, enjoying my cuck boyfriend's softer tongue strokes, a nice change of pace from the intense drilling I felt. He did belong in the relationship, like this, serving and helping our lovemaking sessions. And I did appreciate his presence. But something about what he said stuck with me. It turned all of us on so much to hear him say it, we had to at least admit it... Consider it... We were a throuple. We'd even tried for the university as a throuple, been accepted as such... Yet this was the contemplation now. And it was hot. So hot, in fact, that when I helped <<light Eric>> to his own orgasm, feeling bad that he's not had the chance yet, I couldn't help but give him a final whisper in his ear: <<s Author>>Every couple needs their cuck.<</s>> <<vid "bday/ericsam-cumeric.mp4">> I was sure that we were navigating uncharted territories, but there was clearly a map guiding us, emotions that we were following, and that were pointing the direction of what felt right. What a birthday gift! <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>>

<<s Eric>>I think that's the last of it.<</s>> <<light Eric>> had stayed behind to help me clean up as the party reached its end, everyone else deciding to call it a night and head out. <<s Author>>I... Eric, thank you so much for all of this, truly.<</s>> I said to him, entirely ready to head to bed after the long day I've had. <<s Eric>>Someone as awesome as you should never have to end her birthday alone.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Oh thank you Eric.<</s>> <<if $Eric gte 61 and $cuck gte 40>><<s Eric>>I'd do anything to be with you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He blurted out, as if the words themselves were fighting to be let go of. <<s Eric>>I organized your birthday, I invited everyone and made sure everything went smoothly... I'd do anything even for a moment with you.<</s>> The man was well and truly into me, and there was something sweet about it. <<if $thoughts.has("Rivals Relationship")>>Unfortunately for him, I was another couple's lover. A special unicorn in more ways than one, whose place was clear. And though it was starting to get to light, it seemed like the desperate man in front of me was blind to that truth for now. <<elseif $thoughts.has("Bekham Relationship")>>Unfortunately for him, I was already another man's lover. Someone way more powerful, that made me feel well and truly like a woman, and who really knew what he was doing. A secret that could come out at any point, but definitely not one I would be willing to share with someone as volatile as the wimp that was talking to me. <<else>>I was single, and available for whatever... But I didn't really see him that way. Had that been the case, we would have been together after spring break. Though in that moment, I would want to agree with what he said. Did I really deserve to be alone?<</if>> <<s Author>>Eric I...<</s>> <<s Eric>>You don't have to give me an answer now.<</s>> He interjected, his need to be safe stronger than his chance for a positive answer <<s Eric>>I just wanted you to know how I felt.<</s>> I hesitated myself then, a part of me wanting to make it all clear between us. <<s Eric>>Ok bye.<</s>> Just like that, the man was gone, leaving me behind with yet that revelation, that <<light Eric>> had just enough balls to give me the power once more, time and time again. Did a part of him like the desperation he was showing? <<else>>I could see him hesitate for a moment, before accepting what was and deciding to leave himself. Long day that would finally find its conclusion relaxed in bed.<</if>> <<link "Go to sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>>

This was hurtful. It was true, I wasn't the most athletic person out there, but it was still hurtful to see something like that. Especially when I saw a couple of people noticing me looking at the piece of paper and snickering at it. <<s Mya>>Oh that must hurt!<</s>> <<light Mya>>, who obviously never had such hurtful things said about her, at least not in that way, had approached me. It was odd getting attention from her, over something like that. <div id='choices'><<link "How did you build this body?">><<add "worship" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to know. I needed to get better. <<s Author>>How did you do it? How did you build this body?<</s>> She laughed at this serious question I was asking. <<s Mya>>Oh darling it's genes.<</s>> She said, showing off a bit, pointing at //all that//, <<s Mya>>I'm just blessed with the body of a goddess and I know how to work it out.<</s>> I've been working out myself, but have not been able to get the results she had. <<s Mya>>But with enough hard work, I'm sure you can keep up.<</s>> She tried to be more reassuring, <<s Mya>>Who knows, maybe one day you'll join me and learn my moves.<</s>> She turned around and gave me a flashy smile before walking away from there. Inadvertantly, my eyes followed the "genes" she was blessed with. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This means nothing to me.">><<less "worship" 1>><<add "Mya" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>This means nothing.<</s>> I spoke with confidence, and saw her purse her lips in respect, <<s Author>>Sick men want to judge us for our looks, but they're nothing better themselves.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Oh I like that attitude!<</s>> She didn't need to say it, I could see it in her eyes. <<s Author>>The moment I care about what they see is the moment I give them power over me.<</s>> <<s Mya>>Damn <<print $name>> that's some sexy confidence right there!<</s>> She said, <<s Mya>>Who cares if you don't have an ass indeed!<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey still uncool though!<</s>> I jokingly turned serious at her. It was nice growing closer to her like that, a bit more organically. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "workout/ass20.mp4">> As I pull up my stretching pants for the day, I can't help but slip a look at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room. There's still a long way to go, though I'm surely heading in the right direction with the workouts I've been engaged in... New year new me indeed! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/ass40.mp4">> I know my ass has been looking better and better with time. My latest encounter at the gym all but confirmed it... Though I do have to be careful... If I continue down that road, I'm sure to be catching a lot more attention than I'd like... Though that attention could always translate into a nice boost to my prom queendom prospects! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<vid "dreams/athletics-open1.mp4">>/*Open above 60 and athletics above 50*/ Naked, exposed, attractive as fuck. I was working out in the sluttiest clothes I could muster. Once I noticed I could remove everything, I figured the best way to show off my assets was to work out with the sluttiest fucking bikini I could find. And here I was, in public, pumping my ass, on display, and openly hoping that someone would pump my ass, but in a different way. Because what's the point of working on my body if it isn't to put it on dislay, or if it isn't to use to to bring pleasure to myself and other people? //Muscled women are hot after all, right??//

<<vid "workout/ass60.mp4">> I looked back at myself in the mirror, enjoying the latest improvements to my physique. It was mere months ago that I was feeling self-conscious about the way my ass looked flat, and here I was embracing the growing curves and looking to grow them out even more... And I knew that this improved physique would come in handy in turning the right heads in my direction when the time came to choose on a prom queen for the school. //And I'd be her, come what may!// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/stretching65.mp4">> I'd been working out a lot these past couple of months, and it's been having its effect on my body. Regularly enough, I've been coming back home with a body that was on fire, and sometimes stiff from the intensity of my workouts, whether shared or individual. Stretching at home in my mornings or evenings has become common occurence, and the increased bloodflow has been having its impact on me. Have I always been this hot in my own eyes? <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<pic Mya>><</pic>> <<s Mya>>I gotta admit it, you have been improving a whole lot lately, girl!<</s>> To hear that appreciation from the cheerleader herself was a nice feeling, particularly since we'd had a similar conversation way earlier in the year, when I had way less of an ass than I did now. <<s Author>>I'm still reduced to my ass, but yeah, I guess I've been getting attention.<</s>> I at least had to admit it! <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking3.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/ass80.mp4">> A spankable, loveable, absolutely delightful ass was now mine to enjoy. Spanking myself in front of the mirror, I enjoyed the way my ass felt in my hands, a bouncy figure of perfection. I knew I was as hot as I could be from working out, and that from here on out I'd just need to maintain that smoking hot body! Naturally, this is the best I could reach, and I've reached it. And people were definitely noticing, a few turned heads confirming what I've known for a while now: I was hot as all fuck! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<pichalf "dreams/athletics95.jpg">> There was no way in hell that my body was not the hottest out there. And with the way people have been looking at me, admiring, enjoying... I've been increasingly having naughty ideas. Thoughts of what I'd do to them and their sexy bodies... Why does me being hot, so attractive, make me in turn feel hotter, and more attracted to people? //It's not like I really mind it, I like being horny!//

<<vid "workout/final100.mp4">> The attractive woman in the mirror was me, and I was her. I was the sexiest woman at school, and I knew it. Not only ass, but whole body. I was perfection embodied. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<pic Sasha>><</pic>> Once more, I decided to approach the girl. She was cute, studious, and was often there at the library. We had things in common. I needed to test that theory. <<s Author>>Hey there!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Hi!<</s>> She turned towards me, her smile radiant. <<s Author>>I often find you studying here, hard at work. I figured I'd maybe join you for this time?<</s>> I asked eloquently. She was quick to accept my proposal, moving her stuff aside. <<s Sasha>>Please be my guest! It's always nice to spend time with someone new!<</s>> I sat next to her, noticing she was not studying any school material. <<s Author>>So what are you doing here? I don't recognize any of this.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Oh this... This is nothing. Just a little research I'm doing for myself.<</s>> She announced, blushing slightly. I read out one of the book's titles. <<s Author>>Forgotten women of history...<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Author>>Sounds interesting.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Well women are interesting.<</s>> She commented, before quickly averting her gaze realizing what she just said. I wanted to reassure her. <<s Author>>Yes. They are.<</s>> I smiled sweetly at her, before turning towards the book. I could feel her focus shift back towards me. <<s Author>>So tell me about one of these women. This one, what's her story?<</s>> And she spoke, telling me about her favorite idols, her inspirations, about forgotten women whose stories have morphed over time, women whose accomplishments were forgotten. Women whose impact remains, without knowing it was theirs. <<s Sasha>>There's such strength in femininity, that I... I became a woman myself.<</s>> She laughed, before noticing the implications of her words. I was startled by this unusual realization. She was trans. Yet she didn't look it, she was sweet, charming, feminine... Attractive. <<s Author>>Smart of you. Femininity suits you so well.<</s>> I complimented her, and she blushed at the compliment. <<s Sasha>>Can you... No one knows about this.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would they know?<</s>> I smiled sweetly at her. <<s Author>>Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.<</s>> There was an obvious look of relief on her face. <<s Author>>So back to the topic. Let's see what this woman did.<</s>> I turned my attention back to the book, shifting the conversation to where it was, offering her relief from the pressure of her coming out to me like that. At one point, the girl looked at me and spoke. <<s Sasha>>I love your hair.<</s>> She commented, appreciating what I'd done with it. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Flirt back">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at her, and understood the game she wanted to play. I felt like I wanted to play it too. <<s Author>>Your eyes have a striking color.<</s>> I complimented back. I kept looking at her, as she turned a crimson shade, blushing at the comment I made. Her eyes were indeed striking, as I found myself lost in them. A few moments of intense staring later, I averted my gaze. <<s Author>>Look, this one's just like you.<</s>> I pointed out a woman's picture who looked nothing like her, in black and white and all but the complete opposite of my new friend. <<s Sasha>>Seriously?<</s>> I laughed, and she joined me in laughter. The next few minutes were spent like that, us two side by side joking and slyly flirting. It was a sweet moment that had to eventually come to an end. <<s Author>>I'll see you around?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Sure.<</s>> I left her side, still thinking of the beautiful moment we shared. //Could it become something more?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'm not interested in her like that.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Oh thanks.<</s>> My reply was somewhat dry, just enough to show her I didn't see her that way and to move on with the topic. And she caught up on it, moving her attention back to these characters we were exploring, as we spent the next few minutes discussing them. //At least she took it well.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

No... There was still a doubt about it. At least with me. I'd long liked boys. I'd liked how they acted, the way their bodies looked, their attractive features... No? Something in me was frustrated with the rumor I held in my hand. Because there were a lot of doubts in me... I was attracted to women. This much I couldn't deny anymore. But I was also attracted to guys... No? Something in me felt quite unsettled. I didn't know whether to take this dive or move away from it. I didn't have to make a choice, did I? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<picmid "dreams/bisex50-1.jpg">> There was no doubt. If I looked at a man and a woman, I knew that I was attracted to one more than the other. I knew that there was a sexiness to both. But I think, in the moment, I needed to fully admit it... If I admitted to myself that I am a lesbian, that meant that I'd continue down that path, moving away from men. I'd continue to discover feminine bodies - trans or otherwise - while finding more courage to deny men. If I admitted I am bisexual, I'd continue to explore both options as they come, without diving any deeper into lesbian territory. I might miss out on more explorative lesbians, but I'd keep my choices open for sure... ''This is an important decision that will change the course of your game. A save is recommended if you're confused!'' <div id='choices'><center><<link "I am a lesbian">><<pickup $thoughts "Lesbian!" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "dreams/bisex50-lesbo.mp4">> I couldn't hide it anymore. I was a lesbian and a lesbian I'd continue to be. Men gave me the ick and it was about time I admitted that to myself. Time to bask in feminine glory!<</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Lesbian can reach 100">> | <<link "I am bisexual">><<pickup $thoughts "Bisexual!" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "dreams/bisex50-bi.mp4">> There was no denying it. Now that I was open to it, now that I was exploring it entirely, I was truly bisexual, ready and willing to welcome both genders - and the beautiful in between. I knew people didn't believe it existed, but I didn't care. I liked both all the same!<</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Bisex fixed at 50">></center></div>

A religious woman finding me attractive... Have I become so queer that people can no longer handle themselves near me? Am I so attractive in that way that they'd forsake their faith, their religion, their God... For me? And why did that thought make me feel hot and bothered right now, where I'd embrace that naughty unreligious aspect of myself and just... Let it rampant? //Maybe I could confront that religion even further, by doing something supposedly un-faithful...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Sasha>><</pic>> <<light Sasha>> was hanging out, as she usually did, in the library. In her normal spot. Though the way she was seated this time... Theree was something different about it. Our past conversations had guided us in very particular ways, and I was now about to find out where it had all led to. <<s Sasha>>I've been following your proposal, and I've been making a lot of money!<</s>> She mentioned excitedly, something I was not expecting with how hesitant she'd last sounded. <<s Author>>I'm glad to hear it's been going well.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Well the AI people are also doing some good work, too similar to mine, so it's been cutting some of my profits.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Expected, isn't it?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Yes, but I'm not going to keep lighting their fire. I need to put them in their place.<</s>> She explained. <<s Author>>What are you suggesting?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>People are tired of me taking my own pictures. Of me being alone.<</s>> <<s Author>>I see... You need my help.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>I need your human touch.<</s>> She said, <<s Sasha>>And seeing as you're not weirded out about me being trans, and how you're honestly maybe the only person I trust...<</s>> She was hesitant, <<s Sasha>>I really need your help.<</s>> At the very least, this would promise to be an exciting moment, if I went through with it. <<s Sasha>>I'd even pay you for it!<</s>> I wouldn't be doing it for the money, but it was a nice addition, I had to admit... <<link "Agree to her proposal, join her now" "Bisex 80 Event">><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "money" 100>><<add "Sasha" 2>><</link>> <<link "I'm not interested in that!" "Library">><<less "open" 1>><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-1.jpg">> It didn't take long after we reached her hourse for <<light Sasha>> to change into the lingerie she'd chosen for herself for this photoshoot, her soft, feminine body on display, the white of her skin clashing with the dark lingerie she wore. <<s Author>>You're beautiful.<</s>> I told her with honesty, to which she shyly smiled. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-2.jpg">> The trans beauty looked down at her body, almost examining it, as my hands grasped the camera and slowly took shots of her presence there. <<s Author>>That's quite the unique outfit.<</s>> Indeed, what she wore hid as much as it revealed, and I realized that there was something oddly inspiring about how it put on display all of her feminine curves. <<light Sasha>> might not have a lot to begin with, but that didn't stop her from experimenting, from wearing something like this. <<pichalf "events/otherevents/bisex80-3.jpg">> <<s Sasha>>I feel vulnerable in it, far too seen.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well it doesn't hide much.<</s>> I admitted, <<s Author>>But that's the point after all, isn't it?<</s>> I was straightforward about my opinion. <<s Sasha>>Yeah, it sure does put me on display.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>And that's what the fans want.<</s>> <<pichalf "events/otherevents/bisex80-4.jpg">> <<s Sasha>>Doesn't it look weird?<</s>> She asked me as she stood in front of me, a vulnerable stance as I was finally able to take a shot that put her all on display. And in the front of her outfit, her soft penis was trapped into its lace jail, barely visible through the lens of my camera. <<s Author>>I think it fits perfectly. Accentuates... Everything.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Were you honest about what you said? About liking trans women?<</s>> She asked then, her breathing a bit more rapid then before. My finger snapped another photo of the woman. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-5.jpg">> <<s Author>>I wouldn't lie about something like that.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You are very attractive.<</s>> She blushed, and smiled, and tried to maintain her composure, as the shots continued to be taken, of her naughty body. And then, I realized, there was a stall in this process, and eyes that furtively stole glances at the other person's eyes. A possible decision to be taken, and one that would require a lot of character. <<pichalf "events/otherevents/bisex80-6.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 50>><<link "Lead the action">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Okay, lie down on the couch, one leg up.<</s>> I decided to take charge of the shoot. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-7.jpg">> After all, that was the reason why she brought me here, wasn't it? Her sexy body on display, her soft and long legs moving in such soft motions, I was drawn to her body, but I also felt the beautiful responsibility of guiding a woman that was just discovering her sexuality. <<s Author>>That's it, don't be shy.<</s>> I encouraged her, <<s Author>>Show the fans what they want from you.<</s>> <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-8.jpg">> She went for it, guided by my voice and embracing her inner exhibitionist, the trans woman spread her legs wide, putting herself on display. She looked beautiful in her vulnerability. In the way she was trying to get the attention she thought she deserved. In the way her body was subtly reacting to her vulnerability, her breathing catching a bit, her cheeks flushing. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-9.jpg">> Spreading her legs seemed to come like a second nature to her, and the shots I kept taking, goading her to display more, to be more vulnerable, leading her towards more naughtiness and debauchery. <<s Author>>That's it, Sasha.<</s>> I encouraged her, <<s Author>>Just let go and be who you were meant to be.<</s>> <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-10.jpg">> A slutty trans woman who put her body on display for views. That's who she was, and it fit her so well. <<s Sasha>>To think that all those people will watch me online...<</s>> She openly mused in front of me, her naughty body on display. <<s Sasha>>It's a fantastic feeling.<</s>> <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-11.jpg">> These last words are what stuck with me as I walked out of her apartment half an hour later. //Dare I follow her path and sell some of myself online?// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lead the action" "Not dominant enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "I'd rather follow her lead">><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-7.jpg">> <<light Sasha>> laid down sideways as she looked at me, trying to hide behind the screen of the camera she'd handed over. <<s Sasha>>I believe you.<</s>> She said teasingly, <<s Sasha>>When you say you're attracted to people like me, to me... Your eyes don't lie.<</s>> The vulnerability that rose through me was intense, as I could only follow her action, trying to maintain professional behavior, but feeling heat rise through me. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-8.jpg">> Her legs spread, and I couldn't help but feel drawn further in. There was something oddly exciting about trans bodies, about the way they'd worked for them, and built them up from the start, into the full representations of beauty that they now were. <<light Sasha>> was far too beautiful, there was no denying that. And I was drawn even further in, the more she moved and put her body on display. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-9.jpg">> <<s Sasha>>Tell me how good I look. Show me you like what you see.<</s>> I didn't need to be told twice, wanting permission to finally voice my admiration. <<s Author>>You look fantastic, Sasha. This suits you so much.<</s>> I acknowledged. Her smile was wide, as were her legs spread. <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-10.jpg">> <<s Sasha>>Devotion suits you.<</s>> She encouraged, <<s Sasha>>And it's absolutely stunning to see you so entranced.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Sasha>>I know you're a lesbian, so your attention means a lot to me.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're too beautiful to ignore.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>The fans will love the pictures, I'm sure.<</s>> <<picmid "events/otherevents/bisex80-11.jpg">> I knew I already loved them, and was a fan. <<s Sasha>>You're not so bad yourself, you should try it out sometime.<</s>> She said towards the end as I was preparing to leave. <<s Author>>Try..?<</s>> I hesitated. <<s Sasha>>Not me, selling your pictures online. I'm sure it'll bring you lots of money.<</s>> //Dare I?// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<light Ellis>> and <<light Mya>> were engaged in conversation in the school corridors, as they noticed me approach them. <<s Mya>>I'm sure someone like <<print $name>> can answer that question then!<</s>> <<light Mya>> said. There was an interesting conversation between them, it seemed, as their eyes sparkled with the intensity of someone having an engaging argument with another person, their minds stimulated. They both looked really good, as usual, so it was increasingly nice to see the sparkles in their eyes. <<s Ellis>>So Mya here claims to be straight, despite being into me.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> said. <<s Mya>>Hey I never admitted it!<</s>> The head cheerleader said. <<s Ellis>>Darling that's an admission of its own.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> said. <<s Mya>>Yeah but it's not the same with you, Ellis. You're not female.<</s>> <<light Mya>> still tried to find a way out. <<s Ellis>>I am not, but I'm also not male.<</s>> The non-binary individual clarified. <<s Ellis>>Though let's be honest, people perceive me more often as feminine rather than masculine.<</s>> I could see what they meant, and I was to quickly show that I did. <<s Ellis>>But the real question in this now stands with <<print $name>>, really.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> continued, <<s Ellis>>If she finds me attractive, despite being a lesbian, that goes to prove that at the very least, you Mya are bisexual.<</s>> An odd logic, but it tracked for their argument, I guess. <<s Ellis>>Though if <<print $name>> doesn't find me attractive, then she's definitely a lesbian because hot damn how could anyone not be into me?<</s>> Tooting their own horn, I couldn't help but laugh at the well-intentioned statement by <<light Ellis>>, as I realized that they both awaited my answer. I knew this was more about them than about me and my lesbianism. After all, the term was not meant to box someone, but rather offer them guidance for their feelings. I could still be into <<light Ellis>> regardless of what it meant to me. <<light Mya>> looked intently, waiting for my answer. She already knew I found her attractive though. <div id='choices'><<link "I am a lesbo, that means only women for me!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "worship" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Unfortunately for you, Ellis, I'm a fully fledged lesbian.<</s>> I said, receiving a quick cheer from the cheerleader, and a smirking frown from the non-binary person, <<s Author>>And I'm really only into women, which isn't you.<</s>> <<light Mya>> was quick to boast. <<s Mya>>See I'm right!<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Oh come on, that's but one example!<</s>> <<s Mya>>You called on her. Come on, admit it. I can fool around with you without it impacting who I am.<</s>> <<s Author>>So that's what it's about?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Too bad you're not into me, darling!<</s>> <<light Ellis>> laughed, before winking at <<light Mya>>, walking away then. <<s Mya>>You lost your chance, babe!<</s>> <<light Mya>> was smiling wide at me, and I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the entire situation. <<s Author>>You're more promiscious by the day!<</s>> I joked. <<s Mya>>Don't blame the cheerleader, blame the game!<</s>> The cheerleader said, <<s Mya>>You're more intriguing by the day.<</s>> Her last statement before walking away lingered with me. Was she realizing how much more of a chance she had with me with every passing moment? Or had I just lost the chance for some fun with her and the non-binary <<light Ellis>>? Not that I cared, I was a full-on lesbian after all... //Right?// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I am queer, and sapphic romance takes many forms">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Mya" 2>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Fortunately for you, Ellis, I am queer.<</s>> I said, already seeing the smile spread on the non-binary person's face, <<s Author>>Sapphic romances take many forms.<</s>> <<light Mya>>'s eyebrow raised, as she realized that I might be more maleable than she thought, while <<light Ellis>>' entire demeanor showed renewed and heightened interest. <<s Ellis>>Okay... That was maybe the hottest thing I've ever heard.<</s>> They said enthusiastically, <<s Ellis>>I'd do you both right now.<</s>> What <<light Mya>> said next truly surprised me. <<s Mya>>Fuck it, I'm bisexual. I'm in.<</s>> We both turned to her. <<s Ellis>>Fuck yeah!<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was enthusiastic, <<s Ellis>><<print $name>>? You in?<</s>> I looked at them both, intently awaiting my response. And I could feel the heat rising. //I wouldn't miss out on this opportunity, right? <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Of course I'm in!" "Bisex 85 Event">><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<pickup $friendsevents "Bisex85 Accepted" 1>><</link>> <<link "I'd rather not" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-1.jpg">> <<light Ellis>> quickly got to work undressing <<light Mya>> as I watched the two attractive individuals engaged in front of me, their dark skin matching with one another so beautifully, the entire scene very enticing to me. <<s Mya>>You turned me bi, the two of you.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> laughed at the head cheerleader's statement. <<s Ellis>>Darling I wish, you've been bi all along with the way you've stared at your cheerleaders.<</s>> They called her out, <<s Ellis>>Don't think people haven't noticed. Especially people who are looking at you.<</s>> <<s Mya>>That means you're looking at me!<</s>> The head cheerleader tried teasing back, moving to get to work on their gender expressive partner. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-2.jpg">> <<light Mya>>'s nude, feminine body hid behind the non-binary individual, groping at them. <<s Mya>>And here I thought someone like you wouldn't have a bra on.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Gender is expressive, it's what you make it out to be.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> commented, <<s Ellis>>Look at <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>What about <<print $name>>?<</s>> I asked them. <<s Ellis>>You've obviously been exploring with your clothing and expression.<</s>> They explained, <<s Ellis>>And it's something so cool to see.<</s>> <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-3.jpg">> Indeed, I had been. But the thing that was cooler to see was both of their bodies, nude, against one another. <<s Ellis>>Now show me how much of a lesbian you really are.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> enticingly said to the head cheerleader, before looking towards me. <<s Ellis>>Are you gonna keep watching or are you gonna join us?<</s>> I didn't need to be asked twice. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-4.jpg">> I eagerly joined in, moving behind <<light Ellis>> and groping them all around, exactly in all the spots they deserved to be groped in, enjoying the feel of their sexy body against mine. Underneath them, <<light Mya>> was eagerly lapping at their lower lips, creating beautiful music from <<light Ellis>>'s moaning mouth. <<s Author>>That's it, Ellis...<</s>> I enticingly encouraged in their ear, a whisper meant to tantalize and engage her imagination, <<s Author>>Embrace this queer loving you've longed for.<</s>> Their moans grew intense, needy. <<s Mya>><<print $name>>, come help me down here.<</s>> I didn't need to be told twice! <<vid "events/schoolevents/bisex85-encouraged.mp4">> Urged on by the head cheerleader, I soon found myself between the non-binary legs, lapping away at the beautiful cunt on display in front of me. I enjoyed it, knowing that I was sharing this moment with an ever-closer friend in <<light Mya>>, and a newfound companionship with the attractive gender-expressive individual in front of me. <<s Ellis>>Fuck you're so fucking good at this!<</s>> <<light Ellis>> praised me, <<s Ellis>>Why are you so good at this?<</s>> I smiled up at them, <<s Author>>Us lesbians are fantastic lovers.<</s>> I teased as I continued working on the cunt under me. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-5.jpg">> I didn't realize it until it started happening, but soon thereafter <<light Mya>> was excitedly offering me that same pleasure that I'd been providing <<light Ellis>>, eagerly lapping at my pussy. <<s Author>>Here comes the "straight" lady's work!<</s>> I teased, makikng sure to give extra attention to the "straight" word. <<light Mya>> stopped for but a moment. <<s Mya>>Oh come on, I already admitted I'm bi!<</s>> She said. <<s Ellis>>At this rate, you'll be saying bi bi to the boys!<</s>> A corny comment, but one that made us laugh nonetheless. I openly enjoyed both their bodies against mine, one above one below. And so I wanted the newfound bisexual lady to have that same pleasure. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-7.jpg">> Soon, we had switched places, her and I, and the pleasure she'd been receiving became double as the two of <<light Ellis>> and I got to work on both her ends. <<light Mya>> was swimming in a sea of queer passion, and I could see equal parts affirmation in <<light Ellis>>' eyes. Sapphic romances take their glorious time, and before we knew it we'd been spending hours trying out different combinations between us, enjoying each others' bodies in all the best ways we could imagine to. A beautiful, queer and interracial adventure that we were more than eager to engage in, al three of our sapphic selves. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/bisex85-8.jpg">> <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</if>>

<<picmid "dreams/lesbo100-1.jpg">> There was no denying it. As my dreams were swarmed with sexy, gorgeous, attractive feminine bodies, I knew it with utmost certainty. I was a fully fledged lesbian, with eyes only for my sapphic lovers. I was a woman into women, and I wanted as many of them as I could carry. I didn't care anymore about what was traditionally right or wrong. If something was so wrong, why does it feel so good? Why was it so true to who I am? I was a fully fledged lesbian, through and through, and I was done denying it. At least to myself. <<pichalf "dreams/lesbo100-2.jpg">> <<link "I am a lesbian, through and through" "Management">><<pickup $achievements "lesbian100" 1>><</link>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-open35.jpg">> My newest outfit was an odd one, I had to admit that. But I honestly didn't expect someone to just walk up to me and comment on it. <<s stranger>>Yo this shit is actually pretty cool!<</s>> They were pointing at me, and I was quite sure that they didn't mean that a random white woman would be the "cool shit". <<s stranger>>Where'd you get it from?<</s>> I didn't know if the person was mocking me or legitimately interested in knowing, but the way they were dressed and the amoount of piercings only their face carried guided my thoughts. <<s Author>>Pablo Espana.<</s>> I said with honesty, receiving a wide smile from the stranger. <<s stranger>>Yo thanks dude, you rock!<</s>> Just like that, they walked away, the whole situation a bit unsettling but also quite interesting. There was something enticing about beeing noticed like that, I couldn't deny it. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-open65.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Have you thought of unbuttoning some?<</s>> A random girl, out of nowhere, decided to approach me as I sat down on the grass enjoying the good weather. <<s Author>>Excuse me?<</s>> I was stunned by the unusual topic and approach. <<s stranger>>It's a cute top, but it's made to show off your assets. Don't be shy.<</s>> I looked at the woman, who was just about to turn and leave. //Is that the woman who flashed me last-// Unfortunately for me, she wasn't going to afford me a longer time. She was too courageous, and too blunt, to tell me what to do just like that... But then again, if she was the same woman, I did admire her courage once... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-open85.jpg">> The rumor made no sense, not really a rumor but more of an opinion, and a waste of time. It accounted for nothing. <<s Henry>>I agree with that.<</s>> <<light Henry>> had approached from out of nowhere. <<s Author>>Jesus you really need to watch how you broach people!<</s>> I called him out for that behavior. He chuckled, then winked before moving away from me. Did he mean blue like the latest outfit he'd seen me in? Where'd he last see me, and why is it still on his mind? Guess I was turning heads without noticing it... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-open110.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Damn girl how much is your blowjob worth?<</s>> A random white man was being way too comfortable. Next to him, his black friend was even more aggressive in his words. <<s professor>>Look how she's dressed!<</s>> He said, <<s professor>>Bitch would suck me off for free.<</s>> Did my clothing imply such affinity? //Then again... They were both pretty attractive, and this dress was not cheap to buy...// <div id='choices'><<link "Like hell am I doing this!">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Like hell am I doing any of this!<</s>> I obviously wasn't dressed like that for their benefit, and the fact that they'd felt so entitled sickened me to my core. //Disgusting men... Typical.// <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $bisex gt 50>><<dark "Agree to blow a man" "I'm a freaking lesbian, fuck this shit!">><<else>><<link "200 and I'll do you both.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/meevents/open110-bbc.mp4">> This was basically prostitution, but I didn't care. I was going to pay off the dress, and be able to buy something even skimpier down the line. There was nothing wrong about that freedom! And if I'll have to blow two yummy cocks for it, then so be it. <<vid "events/meevents/open110-bwc.mp4">> After all, there was a reason behind me wearing that dress, and the reason was pretty clear. It was those two making sure I had a new layer of makeup on my face. <<vid "events/meevents/open110-facial.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $bbcworld gte 30>><<link "I'd suck the black guy for free">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was a whore for black cock. And I felt honored to prove it there and then, by accepting the attractive man's offer. <<s Author>>I'm all yours, sexy man.<</s>> I gave no attention to the white boy. <<s professor>>Told you all your women prefer chocolate.<</s>> He teased his inferior friend before stringing me along with him to a secluded corner of the space. <<vid "events/meevents/open110-bbc.mp4">> And I did what I promised myself I'd do. I served the superior black man in our hidden public corner until he was satisfied with me. It was my role as a white woman after all. The fact that I was doing it for free only made it hotter to me. <<vid "events/meevents/open110-facial.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "100 to suck whitey" "Not attracted to him (too blacked)">><<elseif $bbcworld lte -30>><<dark "I'd suck the black guy for free" "Like hell I'd stoop so low! (too whited)">> <<link "100 to suck white guy off.">><<replace "#choices">>If I was going to suck someone off, I'd be doing so to the man that could afford it. And so, ignoring the disgusting taunt of the colored man, I went for the handsome white guy. <<s Author>>100$ and I'll show you what these lips can do.<</s>> I said to him. His smile was wide, as he nudged the man in the shoulder. <<s stranger>>Told you money talks dude. It's the only thing that ever did.<</s>> <<vid "events/meevents/open110-bwc.mp4">> He was right, and so long as he did have money he'll keep getting the woman. Black guy ought to understand that he was inferior from the start. I made sure I earned my payment, feeling naughty in my slutty prostitution, yet growing more aligned with something that felt intrinsically right. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'd suck the black guy for free" "Like hell I'd stoop so low! (not blacked enough)">> <<dark "100 to suck whitey" "Not attracted to him (not whited enough)">><</if>><</if>></div>

I approached the individual with the camera, as he seemed a bit surprised by my approach. <<s stranger>>Ah sorry... I didn't know you-<</s>> He was hesitant in his speech, <<s stranger>>I was just taking pictures of interesting-looking people, but if that's not something you want I can definitely delete the pictures I have taken.<</s>> I'd become more open in recent months, of coursee I wouldn't mind some good pictures of myself! <<s Author>>Show me how I look.<</s>> I made my request instead. <<pichalf "events/meevents/cloth110-1.jpg">> I looked at the pictures the man had taken of me, at how I was quite eye-catching in them. I was liking what I was seeing. <<pichalf "events/meevents/cloth110-2.jpg">> <<s Author>>These are pretty cool.<</s>> I said to the man, who finally allowed himself to smile, his worry now gone. <<s stranger>>I can send them to you if you want.<</s>> He suggested. <<s Author>>Sure, I think they'd look really good in my feed.<</s>> I already had plans on how to make the most of this, excited for the engagement posting this would bring. <<pichalf "events/meevents/cloth110-3.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>>

The outfit flowed around me so beautifully, enhancing all my features and bringing out my natural beauty in the most erotic of ways. I loved how it felt on me, both concealing just enough and revealing just as much as it could, without having to really compromise. Though looking at myself in the mirror, as I thought of the outfit and how it would look on me, <<light Spencer>> made himself known to me. <<s Spencer>>I would recommend you embrace this look entirely.<</s>> He said, standing in the mirror behind me as he admried my new look. <<s Author>>How do you recommend I do that?<</s>> <<s Spencer>>No underwear, the thrill of flashing anyone at any time is what needs to guide your hand.<</s>> He explained in that moment. <<s Author>>Spencer you naughty boy!<</s>> I teased, flashing him a smile through the mirror. <<s Spencer>>Besides it would look way better without any underwear ruining the form.<</s>> He further explained, a comment that made a lot of sense to me. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror, excited about the coming flimsiness that it promised; and the future moments of naughty eroticism that were definitely waiting. <<link "Wear the outfit out" "Mall">><<set $outfitwear to "outfit-open160">><</link>> <<link "Just leave" "Mall">><</link>>

<<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Samuel>>Looking good, <<print $name>>!<</s>> <<light Samuel>> had seen me walking down the mall in my newest dress, looking all fine as I was, <<s Samuel>>Real good.<</s>> I smiled at him, //I knew I did.// <<s Author>>Thanks Samu.<</s>> I thanked him for his compliment, when he continued to offer me kindness. <<s Samuel>>Leaves very little to the imagination though.<</s>> He commented, <<s Samuel>>Though maybe that's the whole point?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $bisex lte 50>><<link "Tease him with a flash">><<add "Samuel" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Darling, your imagination can roam even further.<</s>> I teased him, allowing the dress to drift sideways just a bit, to tease him just enough that I knew I had his undevoted attention. <<s Samuel>>Fuck...<</s>> He looked like someone that suddenly changed states of being. And I knew whatever monster he had in his pants was notw struggling to be let out. <<s Samuel>>It sure is.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Don't let it run you wild.<</s>> I teased one final time before walking away, leaving him there thirsting for me. His interest in my kept growing, the attention I kept receiving from him heightening with every moment spent together. I knew I would soon have him following me around just like <<light Eric>> was, the power that I felt in the way I dressed and led them both on all too great to ignore. I liked how it felt. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "If only he was a woman, I'd flash him">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was naughty, I was flirty. <<s Author>>That's all you'll ever do though, is imagine it.<</s>> I said to the attractive (though not to me) man. I wouldn't engage in that with a man. I'd proclaimed a while ago that I was more queer than I'd admitted earlier last year, but by now I was certain, my naughtiness and horniness was for women, for sexy sultry creatures like me. Not for men like <<light Samuel>>, no matter how exciting people's stares were to me. I needed to show off, yes, but to a woman, not to a man. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Don't do something like that">><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I guess imagination is all it'll remain to be.<</s>> I commented teasingly, <<s Author>>Too bad for you.<</s>> I may have been more open recently, but I knew that the mystique also held its own power. I wasn't going to let myself go like that, and tease openly without repercussions. I wanted to maintain some sense of dignity, after all. And I would. I knew I would. I deserved to have my privacy, at least in some things. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-sub90.jpg">> <<s Flora>>That is indeed a very attractive outfit!<</s>> <<light Flora>>, owner of S&M, had approached me as I looked at the clothing I was envisioning for myself, this skimpy and quite eye-catching leather dress that just called to be worn to then be removed. <<s Flora>>You'd look really good in it.<</s>> She knew her stuff, her shop a successful and profitable business that obviously brought in a lot of revenue. <<s Author>>You think so?<</s>> <<s Flora>>So good, in fact, that it would be a shame for you not to wear it as soon as possible. If you showed me how much you deserve to be in it.<</s>> <<s Author>>What are you suggesting?<</s>> <<s Flora>>If you're considering the outfit, that means you already know what someone like me expects from people like you.<</s>> She spoke with such confidence, and with a lecherous lick of her lips, it didn't take much imagination to be on the same page. <<s Flora>>Follow your instincts and submit to me, you'll get this for free.<</s>> Would I be willing to go down this path for a free outfit? I would look good in the submissive gear after all... <div id='choices'><<if $work.has("S&M Work Accepted")>><<linkreplace "I work here, don't I get a discount at least?">><<s Author>>Flora I work here, don't I at least get a discount?<</s>> <<s Flora>>The reason I am here and not Spencer is because you work here, <<print $name>>. We both know the kind of character you are and the kind of clothing you best fit in.<</s>> //Beggers can't be choosers, I guess...// <</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I don't work here">><</if>> <<link "Pay for the outfit">><<less "money" 70>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I...<</s>> I hesitated, <<s Author>>I'd rather pay for it instead.<</s>> <<light Flora>> didn't seem too pleased with my decision, but accepted it. <<s Flora>>It would have been too easy to embrace your part, but you're just too shy.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>For all it is worth, I don't think you truly deserve to be wearing it.<</s>> I felt like I didn't in that moment, having let her down the way I have. I hope others will appreciate the outfit instead... <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Show her I deserve to be in this outfit instead">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Flora" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<vid "events/meevents/sub90-sm1.mp4">> Moments after making my decision, <<light Flora>> proved to me why the place was called S&M, me being turned into the Submissive S and her dominating me as Mistress. Making me blow her strapon phallus was a humiliating act, but one I was very willing to fall into, accepting the member in my mouth with open subservience, embracing my position as inferior to hers. I'd been on a long road of self-discovery, and backing away from my true emotions and true position now was no longer in the cards. If my submissiveness was going to get me free stuff, I was to embrace it entirely and without a singular doubt. I was to be the biggest submissive to have ever existed. There was no doubt that I deserved to be here, tied up entirely and in complete devotion to the sexual act I was carrying out. <<vid "events/meevents/sub90-sm2.mp4">> If I ever had a chance at becoming prom queen, I'd be the most submissive, subservient queen to have ever existed. I'd serve my betters, I'd serve each and every member of my society, especially when they were as attractive and elegant as <<light Flora>> above me. <<s Flora>>What's that stupid smile on your face?<</s>> Others might feel humiliated by those words, shut themselves off from the world. Not me, I was joyful to receive them. <<s Author>>I'm grateful to have found my place.<</s>> Embracing my true self was a true joy, a final hold undone. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Julio>>You know I always thought you'd help me with Leo.<</s>> The fashionable gentleman, <<light Julio>>, decided to approach me as I walked through the mall. <<s Julio>>Too bad that you were the one that craved manipulation instead.<</s>> I blushed at his statement, realizing just how far down the totem pole I had fallen, accepting a random person's comments like that, and not having the fight in me to claim otherwise. I could feel it, the way his subtle jabs, instilling humiliation onto me, were actually getting to me in a way that tingled in my mind, that actually overwhelmed my sensations. I not only had bought this outfit, but I was also now unironically, openly and publicly, wearing it for all to see. <<s Julio>>Had I known that was who you are... I'd have helped you on your journey much sooner.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>I thought you were gay.<</s>> I said to him. <<light Julio>> nodded, smiling. <<s Julio>>I am, whitey.<</s>> He confirmed it, <<s Julio>>But this is not about sexuality, this is about kink.<</s>> He added to his claim. <<s Julio>>I might not be interested in you sexually - at all.<</s>> He said, his disinterest, despite his sexuality, a humiliation of its own. //After all, I'd gone all out to be attractive to anyone, to be a desirable piece of slutty personhood...// <<light Julio>> continued, <<s Julio>>But I'm definitely interested in you as a white submissive that knows her place - and can make all the right decisions to lead a movement.<</s>> I could feel myself dampen down below. <<if $friendsevents.has("Cloth BBC 50")>><<s Julio>>With last time's clothing, I think you are more than ready to fully submit to the BNWO.<</s>> He claimed, intentional, powerful. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to serve the movement. In that moment, with the way I was dressed, I wanted to submit and serve the BNWO. <<s Julio>>Come with me, let's bring your servitude into light.<</s>> It wasn't a request, it was an order. And one I longed to follow. <<link "Follow my black master" "Cloth BBCSub Scene">>><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Julio" 2>><</link>><<else>><<s Julio>>Though I still feel like you could do more for that movement before I truly bring you into the fold.<</s>> He claimed. My whole being was conflicted at that, a huge part of me wanting nothing more than to submit, serve, aid the movement he wanted to lead. <<s Julio>>Serve your black betters more, and I might just well take you in and use you for my own propaganda.<</s>> A promise of more, if I truly let myself go. He was gay, he didn't desire me... But I wanted nothing more than to serve in that moment. After all, maybe race itself didn't matter to me, but in this moment, coming from this superior person... It kind of did. And I was thrilled about it. //I should probably max out BBCWorld stat, and buy another piece of special wear before meeting <<light Julio>> again.// <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

As eyes looked at me, and as I realized just how much of myself they were seeing - beyond the physical into the mental - I realized that people no longer "apologized" about their lecherous stares. They felt entitled, and I felt like they were too. It was like something was switching inside of me, like a lever was being pulled, a veil finally being lifted and a clear truth being displayed, just like I was, to all - me included. <<pichalf "events/meevents/sub90-park.jpg">> I was a toy for all to enjoy, a device for all to use. My submissiveness was all-encompassing, and I was welcoming it with more intensity by the moment. I wanted to let go, to submit, to be absolutely dominated, in body and in mind. I wanted this kind of lecherous looks to continue happening - //otherwise why would I wear what I was?// - and I wanted them to completely objectify me. I was moving beyond mere submissiveness. And I could feel it. I could feel my sense of self deteriorating the longer I allowed those lecherous feelings to course through me. I could really appreciate how everyone was right about me, how every word uttered by my dominant friends - and rivals - was truth. And if it wasn't truth then, I'd accepted them and truth and made them so, by mere lack of will and complete and utter submission to the truth of who they wanted me to be. I may not be an object of other people's molding just yet, but there was no doubt that this was the road I'd floated down on. I was utterly submissive, and so much so that I had become everyone's object, for their public viweing pleasure. I hadn't accepted it, I had internalized it, and made it reality. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-dom90.jpg">> <<s Flora>><<print $name>>!<</s>> The owner of the shop had approached me as I tried on the attractive, seductive clothing, <<s Flora>>This looks too good on you, it's like it was made for you!<</s>> <<light Flora>> was clearly impressed by the outfit I'd chosen for myself today, needing to make the sale yet also entirely appreciative of the way it looked on my body. <<s Author>>I know.<</s>> For a long time, I'd ask people to confirm their praise of me, I'd want to hear them prolong it to make me feel better about myself, as if needing them to prove once more how attracted they are to me, as if I wanted to hear them say I'm superior in countless words. This time, like it has become habitual for me in recent days, I didn't ask for confirmation. I held it in me, and this power was not one I'd borrow from others. I deserved to be praised the way I knew I'd been growing. I deserved to be a venered and loved queen, and people would show me that adoration without feeling bad about it. Starting with <<light Flora>>, who still looked at me expectantly. <<s Flora>>Is something off with it? Any adjustements you want made? Do you like it?<</s>> She was too eager to please, and I had in mind something that would please me to happen. <div id='choices'><<linkreplace "Find a sub friend to pay for it">>I needed the dress for myself, and it was clear I was going to get it. Question was, who would get it for me? <<if $yarasub gte 10>><<link "Have Yara pay for it">><<replace "#choices">>I shot my friend a message, and received her response mere moments later. <<s Yara>>Money's a bit tight these days...<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, don't you want to see me rock this outfit?<</s>> I knew teasing her would be enough. And it clearly was, as I received the transfer, ready to try out the sexy new outfit for all to see! <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Have Yara pay for it" "She's not submissive enough (10)">><</if>> <<if $evasub gte 30>><<link "Have Eva pay for it">><<replace "#choices">>I shot my friend a message, and received her response mere moments later. <<s Eva>>Woah! This is so skimpy!<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, don't you want to see me rock this outfit?<</s>> I knew teasing her would be enough. <<s Author>>You know you need to see it on me.<</s>> Apparently her need was very great, paying for it without a second thought, eager to please. I was looking forward to teasing my friend - and others - in this outfit. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Have Eva pay for it" "She's not submissive enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 30>><<link "Have Eric pay for it">><<replace "#choices">>I shot my friend a message, and received his response mere moments later. <<s Eric>><<print $name>>... Are you sure you want to wear something like this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, don't you want to see me rock this outfit?<</s>> I knew teasing him would be enough to get him on board. <<s Author>>You know you need to see it on me.<</s>> Apparently his need was great, paying for it without a second thought, eager to please. I was looking forward to teasing my friend - and others - in this outfit. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Have Eric pay for it" "He's not cucked enough (30)">><</if>><</linkreplace>> <<link "Convince her I should get it for free">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Flora" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/meevents/dom90-sm1.mp4">> I attacked the older woman with my lips, her need for my body clear as she reacted immediately to mine. I was not only an attractive woman that people were quickly drawn to; I was also a woman that understood it and used it to her advantage. <<s Flora>>Mmmphf<</s>> The shop owner had an innate submissiveness to her that I knew I could make use of, and that was exactly what I was doing in the moment. <<s Author>>The thirst with which you look at me<<if $work.has("S&M Work Accepted")>>, boss,<</if>> is quite flattering.<</s>> I gave her the right praise, because it was ego-filling, <<s Author>>But it's obvious just how much you need to taste me.<</s>> <<vid "events/meevents/dom90-sm2.mp4">> <<s Flora>>Oh yes please!<</s>> The older woman was like putty in my hands, her cherry-flavored lips struggling to keep up with my own, as I continuously took control of the situation and eagerly continued her fall into submission to my superior body. <<s Author>>You're so cute when you let go.<</s>> I enforced her submissive behavior, eeach praising word bringing yet more submission from her, as my hands continued to explore her body, as I slowly approached the manipulation I wanted to enact on her. <<vid "events/meevents/dom90-sm3.mp4">> <<s Author>>That's it, let go and let me be in charge.<</s>> I coaxed her as my fingers explored her naughty feminine folds. <<s Author>>Let me be in control, and submit to my will. Doesn't that feel like a good enough payment?<</s>> A moment of sapphic tension filled the air, a line about to be crossed. I filled it with a studied flick of my wrist against the needy, submissive clit of the shop owner. <<s Flora>>Oh fuck yes!<</s>> She moaned, a bit too low for my taste. <<s Author>>What's that?<</s>> I wanted her full devotion. <<s Flora>>The dress is yours, for free. Just let me cum, please!<</s>> <<s Author>>Beg your mistress.<</s>> I challenged her one last time. <<s Flora>>I need it - I need you. I implore you, Mistress <<print $name>>, please make me cum.<</s>> <<s Author>>You may cum.<</s>> I pushed hard against her, knowing exactly what to do to push my submissive shop owner over the edge, adequate payment for the privilege of giving me free stuff. <<vid "work/snm/dom90-buy.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money gte 70>><<link "Just pay for it">><<less "money" 70>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There you go!<</s>> I said as I paid the required amount, receiving in return the outfit that I so deserved. I looked forward to flaunting it to people, to have them be in awe of my superior body! <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Just pay for it" "Not wealthy enough (70)">><</if>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Julio>>Sweet mama you look so good.<</s>> <<light Julio>> looked at me with clear admiration, appreciating how I looked in my dominant outfit. <<s Author>>Careful what you say next, Mr. Fashion.<</s>> I warned him. <<s Julio>>Oh darling I wouldn't dare say anything bad about how you look.<</s>> He claimed, <<s Julio>>I might be gay but I can appreciate character!<</s>> I smiled, actually appreciative of the relative stranger's positive comment. <<s Author>>Gay yet appreciative, huh.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Sexuality and kink are two different things, mama.<</s>> He said, <<s Julio>>But I'm sure you know that quite well already.<</s>> I felt it... But now that he was saying it, It was being made more apparent to me. And further than that, my dominance was way more than just sexuality or kink. It was about an attitude that didn't take any bullshit... Not anymore. <<light Julio>> smiled as he saw my expression. <<s Julio>>I can see you see that more clearly now.<</s>> He said, <<s Julio>>Trust me, I know a thing or two about negotiating identities.<</s>> I was intrigued by what he meant by that. <<s Julio>>Navigating a dual expression, black and hispanic, while also being gay and a fashion person...<</s>> He elaborated just a bit, <<s Julio>>I know we're not that close, but I appreciate you <<print $name>>, and the journey you're on.<</s>> For once, there was more understanding between <<light Julio>> and I than I had ever anticipated. For once, he was more than simply "a black man with a hispanic name". Even with only that, there was more than met the eye, but there was something deeply truthful about what he'd said. //Negotiating your own identity... Must be tough.// Though I was finally truly embracing my dominance, it also came with even more compassion towards others. Understanding. //Probably because that's what true dominance is, after all. Not subjugation, but an agreement. A negotiation...// <<link "Move along" "Mall">><<add "Julio" 2>><</link>>

I knew she was looking at me. And I knew that if I gave it more of a strut, I'd have yet another person hooked to the way I looked. And a part of me was thrilled at the prospect. And so, I went for it. <<picmid "events/meevents/dom90-park.jpg">> And I laughed hard as I realized how my dominant confidence really made people almost lose their mind. I was a beauty to behold. More than just an outfit, this was an attitude. And an attitude that a lot of people were starting to admire more and more. An attitude that they were far too respectful of... And lustful about. Literally head over heels for. And I loved it. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-blacked.jpg">> As I looked at the outfit I intended to buy for myself, admiring the material and liking the message it held, my journey down that path almost complete, I was approached by none other than <<light Flora>>, owner of S&M. <<s Flora>>These have been increasingly popular with young white girls like you.<</s>> She announced, to no surprise, <<s Flora>>Yet I have yet to advertise them properly.<</s>> I agreed, there was little hint in the shop as to the importance and beauty of this article of clothing, and I felt like it was a shame. <<s Flora>>I'm sure you know what I'll be asking of you.<</s>> She said, smiling at me. <<s Flora>>Don't worry, it'll be worth it.<</s>> <<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-0.jpg">> She showed me another article of clothing, this time a pair of underwer, panties and bra, also branded the same. <<s Flora>>You'll get the dress and the panties if you agree to a photoshoot.<</s>> <<s Author>>You do know what the brand means, right?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Flora>>It's not rocket science.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>But unfortunately, that's what sells, and I have to follow the trend. So are you in?<</s>> To have my body put on display in this underwear? //How could I not be?// <div id='choices'><<link "Agree to the photoshoot to get it and the underwear for free">><<pickup $wardrobe "panty-blacked" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-1.jpg">> I looked good in the underwear. Attractive. Desirable. And spreading a message I truly felt strongly about. There was no denying that the world was changing, and me advertising this showed everyone I was at the forefront of that change. It was the right thing to do, the right message to spread. <<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-2.jpg">> And I sure had the body for it, putting myself on display like that, openly, excitedly. I loved the feeling of empowerment, and how it merged with the vulnerability of being so seen by the lens of this woman's camera. Too quickly on hand, too prepared to be taking these shots of me, <<light Flora>> was guiding my actions as she continued to take her shots. And I was guiding her thoughts towards interracial acceptance. <<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-3.jpg">> <<s Author>>It's not only popular because it looks good, the clash of white and black.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>They are genuinely bettter lovers.<</s>> She was blushing, trying to hide behind her camera. <<s Author>>Even their women.<</s>> I pushed, knowing all about <<light Flora>>'s sapphic tendencies. She continued to follow me with her lens, and I continued to put my body on display. <<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-4.jpg">> <<s Flora>>I... I can see the appeal.<</s>> Her face was so red, her breathing so labored... I knew I continued to spread the message, and in a good way. In an intense way. <<linkreplace "Put on the red shirt">><<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-5.jpg">> The red shirt she handed came on, and I continued to put my body on display. <<s Flora>>You look so good in them.<</s>> <<s Author>>So would you.<</s>> There was no denying that I was a huge proponent of the blacked movement, and now, I'd forever be part of the shop's display in their favor. And it felt right. <<pichalf "events/meevents/blacked-6.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money gte 50>><<link "Pay for the dress instead">><<less "money" 50>><<replace "#choices">>Insecurity coursed through me, as I realized that I didn't have the courage to go through with this. After all, there was no way I could save face while being her blacked mascot. I loved the movement, but I was not courageous enough to be leading it. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for the dress instead" "Can't afford it (50)">><</if>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Julio>>Well lookie here!<</s>> <<light Julio>> was smiling wide as he looked at me approach him with his thugish friends. <<s stranger>>You know the BBC Slut?<</s>> One of them asked <<light Julio>> pointedly. <<s Julio>>I basically jump started her journey.<</s>> The gay man claimed, laughing at that. <<s Julio>>Wanted her to help me with a white boi, and she just followed without care.<</s>> They laughed, <<s stranger>>That's what usually happens with white sluts.<</s>> I couldn't fight against their statements. After all, I was wearing their clothing, I was all dressed up the way they wanted me to, in their new world. //And I was actually attracted to them, so...// <<s Julio>>You're doing well, <<print $name>>. Really helping the movement.<</s>> <<light Julio>> claimed, and a strange thrill coursed through me as that statement. //I sure was.// I thought as I felt myself become more turned on at that prospect. <<if $friendsevents.has("Cloth SubDom 90")>><<s Julio>>With last time's clothing, I think you are more than ready to fully submit to the BNWO.<</s>> He claimed, intentional, powerful, as the men around him looked at me lecherously. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to serve the movement. In that moment, with the way I was dressed, I wanted to submit and serve the BNWO. I already was making a big statement, why not enhance it with even more servitude? <<s Julio>>Come with me, let's bring your servitude into light.<</s>> It wasn't a request, it was an order. And one I longed to follow, walking with him as all the other men looked at me with such intense thirst it thrilled me beyond reason. <<link "Follow my black master" "Cloth BBCSub Scene">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Julio" 2>><</link>><<else>><<s Julio>>Though I still feel like you could show more complacency before I bring you along to serve further.<</s>> He claimed. My whole being was conflicted at that, a huge part of me wanting nothing more than to submit, serve, aid the movement he wanted to lead, but another part still was too prideful for that. <<s Julio>>Serve your black betters more, and I might just well take you in and use you for my own propaganda.<</s>> A promise of more, if I truly let myself go. He was gay, he didn't desire me... But I wanted nothing more than to serve in that moment. After all, I might be a more accomplished person, but in this moment, coming from this dominant person... I truly felt inferior, and wanted to feel so even more. And I was thrilled about it. //If I want to go down that road, I should probably max out my Submissiveness stat, and buy another piece of special wear before meeting <<light Julio>> again.// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>>

<<picmid "events/meevents/facecover-1.jpg">> The woman on the screen didn't matter. She was but a tool for the propaganda that the sight presented. For <<light Julio>>, the effect was clear, and that's exactly what he was elaborating on, having me listen intently to his logic and explanation. <<s Julio>>She is but a means to an end. Her presence is not one of its own. It is representative.<</s>> <<pichalf "events/meevents/facecover-2.jpg">> He switched to the next picture in line, showing yet another one of these women. <<s Julio>>All that matters is the cock laying on her face.<</s>> He explained further, <<s Julio>>She represents all whites, and the dick represents black supremacy.<</s>> His words were having a strong effect on me, on my psyche. I was falling for them. I was embracing them. She didn't matter, only the cock did. <<pichalf "events/meevents/facecover-3.jpg">> The next woman looked even smaller under the glory of the cock dwarfing her. The strength of the black man over the meekness of the white woman. Of the white person! Identification. A sense of deep belonging. A sense of rightfulness, and righteousness, rose through me. I knew what he expected of me, and I wanted to offer him that. <<pichalf "events/meevents/facecover-4.jpg">> I barely registered the next picture before I went down to my knees in front of my black overlord, joining the ranks of these white women. Becoming nothing but a mere representation of what they are. Becoming part of the machine that would encourage others to join these ranks. I looked up at him, as my benevolent ruler and dominant person smiled down at me. <<s Julio>>I knew you were too far gone.<</s>> He said, as he slowly started playing with the seam of his pants. //Why was I doing this?// <<linkreplace "I'm doing this because he's black">>In this moment, it didn't matter that <<light Julio>> was gay. This transcended it. It was about righteousness in racial presence. It was about embracing my true place in this society, about understanding my inferiority based solely on color. It was because of this. <<pichalf "events/meevents/facecover-dickshow.jpg">> The glory of the black cock that stood in front of me, that so beautifully glistened in the light. That truly drilled into me some clear thoughts. //I was definitely doing this.// <<linkreplace "I'm doing this because I'm submissive">>And I was doing it because I am submissive. Because I knew that deep down, my place was in service of my betters. Deep down, I wanted nothing more than the embrace of abandonment and the glory of humiliation for someone better. There was no denying, in that moment, that I was inferior. Inferior in race, but also in presence. This wasn't about sexuality, as <<light Julio>> had claimed before. It was about power, and that power was one I was desperate to lend to him. I wanted him to dominate me, to make me feel less than. I wanted to embrace my true position. My rightful position. <<linkreplace "I'm doing this because it's right.">><<vid "events/meevents/facecover-me.mp4">> The cock that covered me also sealed my fate, as I could feel the camera above filming me, immortalizing my ultimate defeat and submission. But that defeat was right. That submission was deep, real, ultimate. And I didn't mind it one bit. I embraced it, enjoyed it deeply. I wanted it to rule my very being. I reveled in the submission, in becoming less than me, and more at the same time. In representing my whole race, and in showing to anyone who cared to see: Us white people are completely inferior to black supremacy exemplified. We are made to be ruled, covered, controlled. <<s Author>>Thank you for showing my my place, Julio.<</s>> I was deeply grateful. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-whited.jpg">> The soft white dress in hand, I didn't realize <<light Flora>> approaching me as I set about wanting to buy this new article of clothing. This entirely pure white dress... <<s Flora>>This would look so good on you. So soft.<</s>> She said with encouragement in her tone. <<s Flora>>As it would many others like you.<</s>> Her suggestion was waranted, purity lacking in our world, and so needed. There was something entirely appealing about keeping to yourself, about being there for yourself and ones like you. <<pichalf "cloth/panty-whited.jpg">> <<s Flora>>Pose for me, and I'll give you both for free.<</s>> She said, holding up an equally pure set of lingerie; panties and bra. <<s Author>>What's the reaosn behind it?<</s>> <<s Flora>>Advertising, guidance for other women like you.<</s>> I wanted to be that voice for them, but would I put my body on the line for it? <div id='choices'><<link "Agree to the photoshoot to get it and the underwear for free">><<pickup $wardrobe "panty-whited" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-1.jpg">> I felt equally vulnerable and seen in my newest wardrobe additions, the set of underwear putting my body on beautiful display, and bringing out of me a sense of confident devotion. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-2.jpg">> Devotion for a cause, devotion for the job I had just received, posing in my sultry motions in front of the camera that continued to take shots of me, that continued to follow me, held by the naughty woman behind it. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-3.jpg">> I put my pure, white body on display, and I knew that it would allure anyone. Yet I also knew, deep down, that only few were meant for it. I knew how people would thirst, like the brutes they were, but also knew that only a particular group of people, superior, would even have a chance to it. <<light Flora>> was so interested in what was happening, encouraging my motions. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-4.jpg">> <<s Flora>>That's it, my dove. Show off the lingerie, show people what beauty you are when you embrace your color.<</s>> I floated through the photoshoot, embracing that naughty role I'd been given and enjoying the feel of the fabric against my soft skin. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-5.jpg">> It felt nice, to experiment with these poses, to be teasing the woman behind the camera, to be embracing the softness of the fabric, and the power that it lended me at the same time. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-6.jpg">> I was beautiful, pure, on display. And <<light Flora>> continued to encourage it with such devotion that it felt earned. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-7.jpg">> <<s Flora>>That's it, spread them, show how the white covers itself, respects itself.<</s>> A long journey had brought me here, from fighting against my own superiority to finally embracing it. I was white, and that was better than people had let on. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-8.jpg">> I didn't care for correctness in my poses. For shyness in my embrace of what made my body unique. I was white, and that alone guided my actions for purity and rightfulness. And I was embracing my body however it was, even if it made others feel bad about themselves. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-9.jpg">> I was white, and that was right. Righteous, pure, correct. White suited me, and people were jealous because of it. Good on them. <<pichalf "events/meevents/whited-10.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money gte 50>><<link "Pay for the dress instead">><<less "money" 50>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't have the courage for that. Regretfully, I denied <<light Flora>> that opportunity, opting instead to simply pay for the dress, the thing I cared for more. I was pure and white, and white purity is not compromised in any way. That's what has always made us superior. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for the dress instead" "Can't afford it (50)">><</if>></div>

<<picmid "cloth/outfit-lesbian35.jpg">> This has been an outfit I'd been wearing around for a while now, and I'd finally come face to face with <<light Sasha>> in it. <<s Sasha>>Oh this is absolutely adorable!<</s>> She seemed to approve. <<s Author>>Aw thanks!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>You know it's been a hard time trying to balance out my femininity with my attraction to women?<</s>> She claimed, and I was intrigued to understand more about what she was saying or meant. I just offered a questioning look, and it was enought to keep her talking. <<s Sasha>>Women are so attractive, and I'm so turned on by them. But balancing who I am with that attraction has not always been easy.<</s>> She said, <<s Sasha>>Usually women who are into women are kind of... How to say it diplomatically... Not into us trans ladies.<</s>> There was nothing wrong with what <<light Sasha>> had said, but there was something more behind it. Something deeper that she was probably not sharing. It was clear that there was a lot of emotion behind her statement, a lot more that can be said, claimed, logic-ed from it. <<s Sasha>>What kind of lesbian are you?<</s>> She asked. //I didn't even know I was lesbian//, but at this point, I realized that wasn't the real question. <div id='choices'><<link "Trans women are women, and I'm attracted to them">><<pickup $thoughts "Trans!" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Sasha" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Trans women are women, and darling I'm attracted to them!<</s>> I spoke with clarity and honesty, knowing full well what came behind that question, but also knowing that such a statement was not a commitment to her. It was more of a statement for myself, and whether the woman was someone I was helping build or someone I'd encounter in a librarry every once in a while, I still found a certain level of beauty in her. <<s Sasha>>Wow... This is really nice.<</s>> <<light Sasha>> seemed thrilled to hear my statement. <<s Sasha>>Thanks.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey it's the honest truth.<</s>> I said to my - I'd like to believe - friend. <<s Sasha>>I'll leave you to it.<</s>> With that, I was left once more to my own devices, back to whatever I'd been doing in this library. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not attracted to cock, whoever it is on.">><<pickup $thoughts "terf!" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Sasha" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Sasha, but I'm not attracted to cock, whoever it is on.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>It's just disgusting.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Kind of the point of being trans.<</s>> She tried claiming. <<s Author>>It's just not the same.<</s>> I was not backing down from my position, and I could see that the woman was not liking what I had to say, <<s Author>>Women are naturally beautiful, naturally superior, and while I appreciate that you see it so much you want to be one, I don't think that in my eyes you'll ever truly be one. Not one I'm attracted to at least.<</s>> She seemed really hurt by my comment. Yes we'd been growing as friends, but there was a limitation to what I could tolerate. And in this moment, I had no tolerance for this. In this moment, she was realizing that maybe not everyone will go along with her fantasy. She didn't say anything, possibly crossing me off some sort of mental list. I'd crossed her off a long time ago. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not sure yet">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm not sure yet.<</s>> I answered with honesty. <<s Sasha>>What about me then, would you sleep with me?<</s>> She asked, needing an answer. <<s Sasha>>Doesn't mean you have to or I'm inviting, I'm just curious.<</s>> She looked at me expectantly. <div id='choices2'><<link "Yes, you're attractive">><<pickup $thoughts "Trans!" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Sasha" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Look, ok. Trans women are women, and darling I'm attracted to them.<</s>> I spoke with clarity and honesty, knowing full well what came behind that question, <<s Author>>You ARE atttractive to me.<</s>> It was more of a statement for myself, and in all honesty, I'd been looking forward to encountering her in this librarry every once in a while. I definitely found a certain level of beauty in her, in the way she took care of herself and her attractive femininity. <<s Sasha>>Wow... This is really nice.<</s>> <<light Sasha>> seemed thrilled to hear my statement. <<s Sasha>>Thanks.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey it's the honest truth.<</s>> I said to my - I'd like to believe - friend. <<s Sasha>>I'll leave you to it.<</s>> With that, I was left once more to my own devices, back to whatever I'd been doing in this library. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, you're ugly to me.">><<pickup $thoughts "terf!" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Sasha" 5>><<replace "#choices">>I was going to let her down easy, but that person was keen on hearing my answer, even if it was negative. And it was indeed negative. <<s Author>>I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Sasha, but I'm not attracted to cock, whoever it is on.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>It's just disgusting.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Kind of the point of being trans.<</s>> She tried claiming. <<s Author>>It's just not the same.<</s>> I was not backing down from my position, and I could see that the woman was not liking what I had to say, <<s Author>>Women are naturally beautiful, naturally superior, and while I appreciate that you see it so much you want to be one, I don't think that in my eyes you'll ever truly be one. Not one I'm attracted to at least.<</s>> She seemed really hurt by my comment. Yes we'd been growing as friends, but there was a limitation to what I could tolerate. And in this moment, I had no tolerance for this. In this moment, she was realizing that maybe not everyone will go along with her fantasy. She didn't say anything, possibly crossing me off some sort of mental list. I'd crossed her off a long time ago. I guess I'd crossed off trans women a long time ago, and it was just now showing more to me. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "events/meevents/athletics85clothing1.mp4">> My new outfit was riding high on my ass. And I liked the way it felt, the naughty approach of this entire situation and the knowledge that people could see just how much my workouts have paid off in recent years. Yes, I was definitely a hot woman here, and I was definitely catching eyes. At this point, being in the gym and having worn this... I think it is earned. <<vid "events/meevents/athletics85clothing2.mp4">>

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/*Needs to have buttplug inserted */ <<vid "dreams/buttplug-ass.mp4">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "sexskil" 1>><<add "open" 1>> My little toy, albeit little, was a huge distraction as I tried to sleep with it in. A small thing that just requested all of my attention. And dreams, or hallucinations, that reflected its impactful presence. A piece of cosmetic, making my ass look beautiful, delectable. I was growing hornier by the second. And restless sleep awaited my night, full of plugged asses. I was growing into such a naughty person... I wanted to win the prom queen competition, and get crowned, while plugged. I wanted to be the buttplugged prom queen. //What a beautiful title for someone as naughty as I am!//

/*After flashing attempt event - Open 30*/ <<picmid "dreams/open1.jpg">> Tits and tits and tits. The courageous woman at the park really brought out an undeniable jealousy in me. Why does she get to be so confident and open, and me not?? I truly wish I had the courage to follow in her footsteps... //Oh boobies...// <<picmid "dreams/open2.jpg">>

<<picmid "workout/bbcteasegym1.jpg">> My workout today had caught someone's attention, who looked at me with clear interest. He was muscular, but at the moment, it wasn't his muscles that mattered, it was mine and the way they reacted to my physical efforts. I was working out hard, and it was starting to show. The man eventually approached me, wanting to talk. <<s stranger>>You're a regular here, it shows.<</s>> He said, an odd approach that was appreciated nonetheless. <<s Author>>I am. I haven't seen you around.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Travelling, roaming about.<</s>> He said. A stranger that I wouldn't meet again... Our conversation carried over between sets, as we got to know each other a bit more. The man was a private contractor who was here on business, looking to secure a deal that would set him up for a year to come. He was also a gym freak, interested in his physical appearance, and it looked like it, mine too. <div id='choices'>There was no fear that this encounter could carry something more, and I was excited about the prospect of what this might bring. Did I want to flirt with the man, come onto him? He was looking interested after all... <<link "Flirt blatantly">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "workout/bbcteasegym2.jpg">>My decision had been made. At one point as I had my workout on the ground with him spotting me on top, I made my move, my hand drifting towards his bulking shaft that stretched the front of his pants, "steadying myself as I stood up". I made my intentions clear as I looked him straight in the eyes while moving to stand. <<s stranger>>All the same.<</s>> He commented with a scoff. I looked at him with a stare. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s stranger>>You white bitches are all the same, distracted by cock.<</s>> He said, moving away from me. Did he just turn me down? A month ago I wouldn't have been this direct, and now that I was it fired back at me... What was wrong with me?? <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not interested in him like that.">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to pursue anything more and trusting that this would be a simple friendship, I kept my distance. This had the desired effect of minimizing contact, making him mindful of our interactions. The man respected my boundaries. If I've started being more open to experience doesn't necessarily mean I'll jump at every opportunity to get nailed!<</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pickup $friendsevents "Open40" 1>><<pichalf "events/meevents/stranger-flashing-tits.jpg">> This naughty girl triggered something in me, there was no denying it. As I thought to what she did, the happniess she portrayed as she did it, the simplicity of the act yet how taboo it was... I needed to do the same. There was definitely a reason why she'd do that, right? There's definitely something exciting about this, something fulfilling. I need that for myself. I need it... But I was afraid. What if it doesn't work out fine for me? What if someone called the cops on me? And then I understood. The thrill comes from there, from how taboo the act is and how fickle the whole situation is. I needed it. And I needed it now. I saw an old man, sitting on a bench, alone. I approached, heart thumping in my chest. I was about to do it. I was about to show a complete stranger a glimpse of my body. My nipples stood to attention. I knew I was aroused. Would he see that? Would he care? I stood in front of him. He looked at me. I smiled. <<s Author>>Hello...<</s>> Now or never. Would I do it? Now. As I prepared myself to reveal my globes to him, show him something he probably hasn't seen in a long time, the man nodded at me and continued on his way. He ignored me, moved away. Must've been busy. The thoughts that swirled in my head were clashing, attacking me from all sides, trying to bring me down. I was about to show my tits to a random stranger, and for what? //What the fuck was wrong with me? I really need to control myself better than that!// <<link "Move along" "Park">><<add "arousal" 50>><</link>>

<<pichalf "dreams/open-5.jpg">> My hands were down between my legs, playing with my folds. In front of a mirror, I watched myself masturbate openly, enjoying my body as I've grown used to doing. <<s Author>>You like that?<</s>> I heard my own voice, taunting me, enjoying my show. <<s Author>>I like watching it.<</s>> She said, admitting to a voyeuristic urge that I knew now existed deep inside. <<s Author>>But you know you also love showing off.<</s>> She continued. <<s Author>>Showing off to yourself, and soon enough, showing off to other people.<</s>> I moaned in my dream, eager and embracing this debauchery. <<s Author>>Soon enough, you'll accept that, and openly do these naughty things that you believed should be private. And you'll love it.<</s>> //Fuck... Am I really seducing myself into more corruption? Where would the limit be?//

/*Before flashing event - Open 60*/ <<vid "dreams/flashing-car.mp4">> My uber driver was taking me towards my destination. Where I was coming from didn't matter. Neither did my destination. Neither was the price to pay. There was a man next to me, who was driving me as a job. That didn't know my internal monologue. Long ago, a random stranger flashed her tits at me. And I liked it. And I failed to pay her kindness forward. Now, that thought played in my mind. It has been, for a while now. And It was bubbling upwards. And I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to prove to myself that I had what it took to entice other people the way she had enticed me. My hand mindlessly hooked in my top as I set out to reveal my tits to the stranger. I showed him my boobs without thinking too much about it. If I don't think, I'll be able to do whatever I set out to without something in me fighting against it. My boobs played around. I saw them from outside myself. Enjoyed their sight. As did the memory of a stranger. I felt proud of myself for making that courageous jump. My dream was telling me something. //I needed to find the courage, and not to think of my actions, if I wanted to be as open as I set out to be.//

There was fear, apprehension, hesitation. Today was the day I finally did it. The day I'd follow that other girl's lead and publicly flash someone. Today I'd break out of the shell and the restrictions that society has placed on me. Today, I made my way to the park with a clear intention in mind. I found a lady in her 40s sitting down on a bench. I approached her. She smiled at me. I was nervous, but I wasn't going to let that take the best of me. I'd beat this fear. <<picmid "events/meevents/player-flashing-tits.jpg">> Raising my shirt and poking my tongue out, I teased the lady sitting in front of me by revealing my tits for her to see. <<s Author>>Free the nipples!<</s>> I tell her as I laugh at the face she makes, shoched by what she's seeing. A beautiful sight indeed! I smile to myself as I walk away, eager to go more into that beautiful exhibitionist behavior. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<pichalf "random/library-buttplug.jpg">> The buttplug in my ass was a beautifully distracting element, turning me on beyond avail and actively moving me towards naughty thoughts, even in the supposedly tame environment I found myself in. //How beautiful it is to be so openly naughty and "wrong"!// And even more so, how beautiful it is to know that I was being one of the naughtiest - if not the naughtiest - people there, a trailblazer in the beautiful path of corruption. How naughty it is to be letting go all that much, embracing the true colors I'd slowly started to paint myself with, the blush of red in the cheeks heightening as the sensations that coursed through my body became stronger, more powerful. Naughtier, stronger. I was enjoying the naughtiness, maybe too much... But I didn't care now. Now I was horny, and I welcomed it. <<link "Rush home and masturbate" "Masturbation">><</link>> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

My mirror stared back at me on this odd day, a vision that I felt was a bit... Morphed. I don't know how to explain it, but there was something off-putting about the way I looked. Something about my body, my looks, felt wrong. I had no idea what it meant. But it meant something, and I knew it. I went to the web for answers. <<picmid "events/meevents/bimbo1.jpg">> <center><h2>My Body Is Not Enough</h2></center> <<picmid "events/meevents/bimbo2.jpg">> <center><h2>A tranformation like no other</h2></center> <<picmid "events/meevents/bimbo3.jpg">> <center><h2>How I improved my body and made it the perfection it is today</h2></center> Forums of different kinds spoke about the female body, about the potential of it, about its natural limits and how to go beyond them... And I was in a vulnerable space, willing to read and learn more about what made me feel the way I was feeling. People spoke of their experiences with weight loss, with body modifications, with improvements. And I read. Until I came across a particularly interesting advertisement... <<pichalf "events/meevents/plasticity-ad.jpg">> <center>Tired of the same old body, the same old boobs, ass, lips, skin? Your answer is Plasticity, your one stop shop for all things enhancements and body improvements. Come along and get your perfect body today! #yourbodyourchoice</center> A weird ad, something that shouted desperation... But maybe I was desperate enough to go there and see what it's all about? I didn't know what was being wrong with me, all I knew is that something did feel wrong.

<<pichalf "events/meevents/open115-park.jpg">> The attractive woman was dressed in the skimpiest of clothing, her body on beautiful, naughty display. Yet one point in particular called for my attention. Her belly. Her belly button. Her piercing, beautiful, seductive, swinging oh so sweetly in such soft motions, like a dancer in the wind. I was far too attracted to a random woman, and I felt it was partly because of the fantastic adornment on her belly. Just one slight, small thing, to catch a random person's attention, and leave a lasting impression... //I needed something like this for myself...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<if $bellytattoo isnot "none" and $piercings.has("belly")>><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $bellytattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> <<print "<img src='images/cloth/piercing/" + $bellypiercing + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> My belly on display, I was proudly showing off both my piercing and new tattoo, excited for people to see them.<<elseif $bellytattoo isnot "none">><<print "<img src='images/mc/tattoos/" + $bellytattoo + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> My belly on display, I was proudly showing off my new tattoo, excited for people to see it.<<else>><<print "<img src='images/cloth/piercing/" + $bellypiercing + ".jpg' width='60%'>">> My belly on display, I was proudly showing off my piercing, excited for people to see it.<</if>> She was indeed the first step down that path for me, and she was about to comment. <<s stranger>>I like the positive expression!<</s>> The relative stranger - I had seen her boobs after all! - said to me. I had to be honest with her. <<s Author>>You're the one that encouraged me to do it.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Oh really?<</s>> She was pleasantly surprised. <<s stranger>>We didn't even talk before!<</s>> That was true, but there was more to it. <<s Author>>I guess I liked what I saw.<</s>> I said cheepishly. She laughed, and I felt a small thrill rise in me at that. <<s stranger>>Well I'm glad to hear that.<</s>> She thought for a moment, <<s stranger>>Now you're having the same effect on people too.<</s>> Her wink sent chills down my spine. Just like I was influenced by her, I may very well now be an influence to others... And it felt nice to realize that. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

On my way back home, I felt like something had been missing for a while now. There was something just not quite there yet, and it made me feel quite uneasy. My thoughts were in chaotic imbalance, as I tried to figure out what was out of place. When soon, I realized what it was. //Slifire// Just as suddenly as he came, he had disappeared, and a part of me didn't quite like that. I needed to do something about it, to trigger him somehow... //No?// <div id='choices'><<link "Send him a teasing video">><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>In the elevator of my house, going up to my apartment, I decided to make the leap. <<vid "events/meevents/slifire-reminder.mp4">> Revealing my breasts, I shot my video, excited to be showing off and smiling to myself at what happened. And then, all of the sudden, the box stopped on a floor other than mine. And I rushed to hide myself. //Oh the fucking thrill! And right at home!// Soon, people would find out how much of a NAUGHTY //good girl// I was. I was quick to send the video to Slifire, hoping that my "teacher" would come back to me, and continue my intense courses towards slutty kindness. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore it and move along" "Management">><</link>></div>

<<vid "events/meevents/panties-1.mp4">> Here I stood, at home, in front of my mirror, excited about what was to come, and a part of me thrilled that I was about to embark on such a naughty endeavor. I'd been flirting with the thought for a while now, my public activity these days at the park guiding my hand, my freedom become clearer to me, more enticing than ever. I was basking in the glow of showing off my beautiful curves, of embracing the sexiness of my body, of finally letting go and enjoying people's attention. Theur true attention, their positive attention. What if my flashing was more than mere flashing? What if I did more, showed more, embraced fully what it means to be me? What if... <<vid "events/meevents/panties-2.mp4">> I didn't need those for what I planned on doing from now on. People will thank me for it. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<div id='continue'><<pichead "events/meevents/bbcworld30-header.jpg" "Cornered and watched">>I decided to approach the stranger, listen to what he had to say. Moving closer, I could feel a looming sense of danger somehow, yet chose to keep going. <<s stranger>>Are you from the high school?<</s>> There was no other high school in town, I nodded. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Cool cool. Y'all are the craziest bitches in the area.<</s>> His comments were crude... but he had a point. <<s Author>>Crazy is a point of view.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Yeah, it's the good kind of crazy. The crazy that helps us.<</s>> I didn't know where exactly he was coming from with such a comment. I didn't know what he'd seen or heard of us. All I knew was that he saw us to be crazy, and that's the persona I would wear with him. <<s Author>>Helps you, how?<</s>> <<s stranger>>There's this team of yours at school, does fundraisers and shit, collects people to fight for equality. They do awesome stuff.<</s>> He was talking about the HRC. <<if $club.has('hrc')>>Which I was a part of.<</if>> <<s Author>>Oh yeah. We're activists and like the BLM movement.<</s>> He smiled, his crooked yet clean teeth revealed. <<s stranger>>Speaking of which, there's this message y'all keep clammering for. The reparations and shit.<</s>> He looked at me intensely, a staring contest I shyed away from. <<s stranger>>Feel like putting theory into practice?<</s>> He asked, his eyes boring through me, challenging me to deny him the help. I had made my way here, I had put myself in that compromising position. The only choice I had was how to react to this proposal. <<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "Take the lead and show him a good time">><<replace "#continue">>Reparations are to be made, and I was the target of this guy's reparations. I looked behind me, there was a public bathroom there that would give us the privacy we needed. <<s Author>>Only one gets me.<</s>> I stated, and he nodded, designing himself as the receiver of that pleasure. I grabbed his hand and strung him along. Soon as we got there, I got to work pleasing his shaft, giving him the pleasure he seeked as I heard his moans rise up. <<picmid "events/meevents/bbcworld30-control.jpg">> I was paying reparations with my mouth, and the black cock that took its pleasure from my working lips kept throbbing in appreciation against them. My slobbering mouth covered his sizeable shaft, giving it the pleasure it seeked, the pleasure it was owed. And I bobbed up and down, hard at work on the hard member invading my mouth, eager to bring him to his climax. He was about to cum, and I didn't want to dirty myself with it. So I took it in. I swallowed his sperm like a good white slut paying back her dues, getting paid with tasty white liquid, as his moans rose in appreciation while he looked at me. He liked what I had done, and I liked doing it to him. <<s stranger>>You did well.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh please! I'm glad you liked it.<</s>> I said with pride. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Nod submissively" "Not Submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough.">> <<else>><<dark "Take the lead and show him a good time" "Not Dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough.">> <<link "Nod submissively">><<replace "#continue">>I felt myself nodding in acceptance of what was to come. I needed to offer him that pleasure, and he was owed reparations for the past our ancestors had. There was a small fear that I'd have to pay my reparations to all of these black thugs that stood there, but thankfully, he grabbed my hand and took me away to a nearby public bathroom alongside only one of his friends, cramming us three inside and immediately pushing me to my knees. I got to work on their sizeable penises, bobbing my head up and down on the impressive member as I rushed to give them the pleasure they were owed. <<pichalf "events/meevents/bbcworld30-servicing.jpg">> Up and down, deeper and deeper, I submissively forced myself on each of their shafts, trying to push my limits in service. Guiding hands on the back of my head, they helped break my limits and push against my throat, groaning at every time I took each deep, pleasure clearly intensifying as time went on. And up and down I went, until I felt them start to twitch in my mouth, one in my mouth and the other in my hand, a warning of what was to come. I had no choice in the matter. <<s stranger>>You better swallow it all!<</s>> He announced, before pushing me against his cock as spurt after spurt of his white liquid disappeared down my throat and into my belly. I drank my payment for my service with huge appreciation, allowing it to surpass and supress my gag reflex as I took it all in. His last few spurts resting on my tongue, I twirled them for a bit before taking them inside. It tasted good. Superior. The other did the same right after, pushing me against their heavy cock. <<s stranger>>Good job girl. You'd make your high school proud.<</s>> His final comment lingered as he left me behind alone, in a deserted public bathroom. <<link "Move along" "Park">><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</if>></div>

<<pichead "events/meevents/bbcworld30-header.jpg" "Cornered and watched">> The men that stood there were very... Unique. One of them stood out to me, a white man in this group of individuals, and one that obviously did not belong. <<s stranger>>Well you finally grew the courage to visit.<</s>> The stranger said as he saw me approach. <<s professor>>You know her?<</s>> One of the black men around him asked, a question that the one white stranger laughed at. <<s stranger>>I don't. But I know the type.<</s>> He said. <<s professor>>Yeah I know the type too.<</s>> The black man seemed to agree. //The type.// <<s stranger>>Nah, this one is special. She got standards, and the standards are me.<</s>> He said. He was attractive, in a sense. Though on the other hand, I was not the //type//... Was I? <<s professor>>You mean she's not like all of your white hoes who melt as soon as they see our black cocks?<</s>> The other man still wanted to claim ownership over me. And I needed to do something about that. <<s Author>>I don't care for black cocks, ape.<</s>> I shot at him. His expressions immediately hardened, as he made it clear that he didn't quite like me anymore. Typical brute. <<s stranger>>Of course you don't.<</s>> The white man spoke again, claiming my attention once more. <<s stranger>>You're much too pure for that.<</s>> Purity. Maybe this man understood me after all. <<s stranger>>Let's give you what you need, shall we?<</s>> He asked, <<s stranger>>After all, that's what you're here for.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Accept his advances">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>After all, that was what I was there for indeed. <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-1.jpg">> The man barely got me in another secluded area of the park, away from his friends, before he had me in his arms, enjoying the conquest that didn't take much to accomplish. <<s stranger>>There might be nothing pure about your thoughts, but I'm glad you know how I, and we, are superior.<</s>> In that moment, though, I didn't particularly feel superior. <<pichalf "events/meevents/ytworld30-2.jpg">> In fact, with his cock in my mouth, my head bobbing, I realized that I was superiorly screwed, if anything. After all, I'd been but a park goer a few moments ago, and now I was blowing a complete stranger, simply because... Simply because he was white. Because it wad a statement to all these black men that they couldn't get me even if they tried. That not all of us have fallen for their propaganda. That some of us still cared about our race, still held onto our superiority. <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-3.jpg">> And the cock in my mouth was quite the enticing experience, as I realized that indeed, race didn't matter when it came to size. He was big, heavy, girthy. And fit my mouth so beautifully. And I liked how it felt, to be blowing that man out here, the danger of being caught mixing with the glory of enjoying it outright. <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-4.jpg">> My head bobbed up and down, my legs spread of their own. <<s stranger>>Love me a good whore who knows her place.<</s>> To him, it was about conquest. To me, it was about principle. About being pure. About knowing who I want to go for, and embracing it without fear or remorse. I craved it, openly. So when he told me to lie on the table to blow him, I didn't hesitate long. <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-5.jpg">> Until I saw the men he was hanging out with, his blakc friends, watching us. Until I realized that the naughtiness of this public act was not only a thought experiment, a fantasy, but had become a reality. <<s stranger>>Show them white purity.<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "Keep it going">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't need to be told twice. <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-6.jpg">> I purely and with all devotion blew the dominant man, because it was right. Because white was right. In fighting against their black lives matter propaganda, I had found out that white lives were superior. Will maybe not entirely me, as I blew a random stranger in a public park, but my race was superior. Strange thrills of submission merged with righteousness in me, as I continued my oral attention of the man. <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-7.jpg">> Upside down, a toy for his pleasure, and a statement for these black men to realize that there was indeed a reason their ancestors were slaves. Just like I was being a slave for this pleasure... //Maybe I was having too many conflicting thoughts.// I realized as moral superiority and sexual devotion clashed in me. //Maybe I was just a slut.// <<picmid "events/meevents/ytworld30-8.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This has gone too far">><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't have the strength in me to keep going. Being observed like that, being seen sucking a cock, a white cock... It was too much. After all, there was no reason behind it. The righteousness I felt was probably misguided. And I was realizing that I'd only started because I was being whorish. Whorish for a cock that I didn't particularly need... And I was finding out that there was no way I was this much into the supremacy I claimed. Not too devoted to lose myself for it. //Was I?// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Reject him">><<less "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Asshole, I'm here to tell all of your to stop staring at me like fucking creeps.<</s>> I said to the man then, stunning everyone there. <<s Author>>Especially you.<</s>> He tried to keep a brave face, but I wasn't going to let him go so easily. <<s Author>>I don't care whatever size penis you have in your pants, or whatever color. You better keep it there, and keep your eyes to yourselves. You fucking creeps.<</s>> It was nice to finally let go and say what had been on my mind, seeing their expressions soften at this development, their stares grow more fearful and reverent. Just like they should have been from the start. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "events/henryevents/ytworld10-1.jpg">> A large protest filled the street of Egrogry, a sight I never thought would be happening. //Who died this time?// It seemed like my immediate thought was proved correct, as I heard the name of yet another person finding their end at the gun of another, a story that seemed to keep repeating itself. <<s Henry>>Bodycam footage show the man running away from the cop that shot him, after having kicked him.<</s>> My new friend had approached me as he looked at the protest from the same distance I was looking at. <<s Author>>What are you doing here?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Henry>>Observing.<</s>> I was not surprised. <<s Henry>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Author>>Judging.<</s>> I was a bit more straightforward about my opinion, to which <<light Henry>> nodded. <<s Henry>>Them and their stupid signs.<</s>> He was looking at a particular one. <<picmid "events/henryevents/ytworld10-2.jpg">> I looked at the sign he was pointing out. I'd seen these letters before. <<s Author>>ACAB... All Cops Are Bad?<</s>> <<s Henry>>No. All Cops Are Bastards.<</s>> He clarified the meaning of the sign that seemed to really get on his nerves most. <<s Henry>>These people don't see the anarchism that their movement causes. They want to dismantle systems, without proposing an alternative. Because chaos benefits them. They want to undo borders, and bring it just anyone, to create a chaos that only benefits the shittiest people in the world.<</s>> He was getting emotional, though his emotion came from a real place. <<s Henry>>They proclaim bastardly cops, yet they are often the sons of bastards, and they are the ones that are forcing the hand of law to come down harshly and deal with them.<</s>> The man was infuriated, and he was speaking with such clear intent... <div id='choices'><<link "He's right.">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Henry" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're absolutely right.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Author>>They bring this onto themselves, when all cops and people like me want is justice. Order.<</s>> He seemed to really like what I had to say about the topic, appreciating my outlook on things. <<s Henry>>I knew you were one of the good ones.<</s>> He said. I smiled at him. We saw eye to eye. //After all, we were speaking the honest truth, were we not?// The protest would not take long to move on from there. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He's not right enough. All Blacks are Bastards.">><<less "bbcworld" 2>><<add "Henry" 3>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Even then, you're giving them too much credit.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>All Blacks are Bastards.<</s>> <<light Henry>> was shocked by my statement, though I didn't know if his true opinion was positive or negative. I wasn't going to hold back on my opinion. <<s Author>>ABAB. They need to be put in their place, and if some of them have to die for it so be it.<</s>> I was done apologizing for myself. <<s Author>>You have no idea how happy I was to see you come to school. There were already too many of them around, you and Eric brought balance.<</s>> His face betrayed a smile. <<s Henry>>Woah... You're way better than I thought.<</s>> He was into it. Deeply into it. And the sparkle in his eyes told me that. //After all, we were speaking the ugly truth, weren't we?// The protest would not take long to move on from there. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It's more nuanced than that">><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think it's more nuanced that that.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Henry>>Listen I know it is, but them denying it and going for the attack instead just doesn't sit well with me.<</s>> He proclaimed, <<s Henry>>That's all I'm saying.<</s>> I wanted to agree with him, but I knew the truth wasn't so black and white. //Ironic, the topic at hand being what it was.// <<s Author>>Your hurt is understandable... But I think so is theirs.<</s>> I might not agree with their movements or their slogans, but at least I knew I kept an open mind as to the reason behind them. The protest would not take long to move on from there. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $randommessage is 1>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<messaging "Unknown Number">><<them>>Hey babe<</them>><<me>>Hello. Who's this?<</me>><<them>>We don't know each other.<</them>><<me>>Oh.<</me>><<themcon>>I saw that video of yours with the HRC, whatever that is.<</themcon>><<them>>You're hot.<</them>><<me>>Thanks I guess.<</me>><<them>>Wanna meet up sometime?<</them>><<me>>Are you like a student or something?<</me>><<them>>No. I already know everything I need. And I know you'll want to meet me soon girl.<</them>><<me>>Okay... Nice meeting you gotta go.<</me>><<them>>Take care bbgirl<</them>><</messaging>>That was definitely an odd conversation. Hope he doesn't feel entitled to anything. <<elseif $randommessage is 2>><<messaging "Julio">><<them>>Hey <<print $name>>! Got time?<</them>><<me>>Hey <<light Julio>>. How'd it go with the principal?<</me>><<themcon>>That's exactly what I want to talk to you about.<</themcon>><<them>>These racist fucks do not see what they're doing wrong, and it's really been getting on my nerves.<</them>><div id='choices2'><<link "Show sympathy">><<replace "#choices2">><<me>>I'm sorry that this is happening. Wish I could help.<</me>><<them>>Actually you could, but I know I'm asking a lot.<</them>><<me>>Tell me. I'll see what I can do to aid you.<</me>><<them>>I already have my people in line with it, but what we really need is someone like you to help us with the statement.<</them>><<mecon>>I'm intrigued.<</mecon>><<me>>What are you planning on?<</me>><<them>><<if $costumechoice is 1 or $costumechoice is 7 or $costumechoice is 9>>Remember that costume you wore for last month's project? You might need to bring it back.<<else>>It has something to do with costumes and dressing up. Something simple.<</if>><</them>><<me>>Oh! What did you have in mind?<</me>><<themcon>>I want to dress you up as a slave, to drive home a point that slavery is still relevant because it can still create shock value.<</themcon>><<themcon>>If you dress up as a slave, us your owners, and it causes a reaction in that stupid professor and principal, it would just further prove my point.<</themcon>><<them>>So, what do you say?<</them>><<me>>I'm intrigued to say the least.<</me>><<themcon>>Will you do it?<</themcon>><<them>>For me?<</them>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's do this.">><<set $randommessage to 0>><<pickup $blackonly 'slaveforaday' 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<mecon>>Let's do this.<</mecon>><<me>>I'm in.<</me>><<them>>I knew I could count on you. Just make sure that you wear it for the upcoming history class.<</them>><<me>>I won't wear the clothes to school. I might get arrested on the way. I'll wear them right before class.<</me>><<them>>That's exactly my point, but yeah let's leave it to class.<</them>><<me>>LOL deal<</me>><<them>>You're cool, <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>You're not so bad yourself.<</me>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't think that's a good idea.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I don't think that's a good idea, I'm sorry <<light Julio>>.<</me>><<them>>Was kinda hoping this would go differently, but I understand.<</them>><<me>>Sorry.<</me>><<them>>It's okay. Gtg bye.<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $class.has("BH HenryTalk")>><<link "Try to get information out of him">><<replace "#choices2">><<me>>I'm sorry that this is happening. Wish I could help.<</me>><<them>>Actually you could, but I know I'm asking a lot.<</them>><<me>>Tell me. I'll see what I can do to aid you.<</me>><<them>>I already have my people in line with it, but what we really need is someone like you to help us with the statement.<</them>><<mecon>>I'm intrigued.<</mecon>><<me>>What are you planning on?<</me>><<them>><<if $costumechoice is 1 or $costumechoice is 7 or $costumechoice is 9>>Remember that costume you wore for last month's project? You might need to bring it back.<<else>>It has something to do with costumes and dressing up. Something simple.<</if>><</them>><<me>>Oh! What did you have in mind?<</me>><<themcon>>I want to dress you up as a slave, to drive home a point that slavery is still relevant because it can still create shock value.<</themcon>><<themcon>>If you dress up as a slave, us your owners, and it causes a reaction in that stupid professor and principal, it would just further prove my point.<</themcon>><<them>>So, what do you say?<</them>><<me>>I'm intrigued to say the least.<</me>><<themcon>>Will you do it?<</themcon>><<them>>For me?<</them>> <div id="choices"><<dark "Let's do this" "I'm not his ally!">> <<link "I can't do this myself, anyone else you can trust?">><<set $randommessage to 0>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<mecon>>I'm sorry, I can't do this myself<</mecon>><<me>>Anyone else you can trust?<</me>><<them>>Yeah yeah no worries.<</them>><<them>>Jasmin will do just fine.<</them>><<me>>Sorry I couldn't help.<</me>><<them>>It's okay. Gtg bye.<</them>> <div id='choices3'><<link "Share the news with Henry">><<pickup $class "BH Spy" 1>><<set $randommessage to 7>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("RandomMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Don't">><<replace "#choices3">>I won't share that news with <<light Henry>>. Let <<light Julio>> go along with his plan.<</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't think that's a good idea.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<add "jasminaddict" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I don't think that's a good idea, I'm sorry <<light Julio>>.<</me>><<them>>Was kinda hoping this would go differently, but I understand.<</them>><<me>>Sorry.<</me>><<them>>It's okay. Gtg bye.<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "End the conversation there instead">><<set $randommessage to 0>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<mecon>>I'm sorry to hear that.<</mecon>><<me>>Good luck with whatevver you decide to do!<</me>><<themcon>>...<</themcon>><<them>>Thanks <<print $name>>.<</them>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $randommessage is 3>><<messaging "Lateen Clothing">><<themcon>>Hello <<print $name>>!<</themcon>><<themcon>>We are Lateen Clothing, a clothing company specialized with clothing for late teens, a growing brand that looks to expand its viewership.<</themcon>><<themcon>>We were looking for interesting influencers that had the potential to truly enhance our brand identity when we came across your page.<</themcon>><<themcon>>And we were immediately impressed by the kind of content you've created for yourself, and are interested in working with you.<</themcon>><<themcon>>That is why we reach out to you here to hopefully find a deal with you that would be mutually beneficial.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Our latest creation, the all-brown set, is one that we're certain will look fantastic on your skin tone. We are willing to send you a free shipment of the full set as well as an additional 50$ once your post is created.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You are free to promote our product in any which way you prefer, as we do find that you're perfectly suited to advertise our brand.<</themcon>><<themcon>>We look forward to working with you in creating awesome content, and are available should you have any questions or concerns about our brand and product.<</themcon>><<them>>A bientot,<br>Lateen Clothing.<</them>><<if $friendsevents.has("Media50Deal Accepted")>><<mecon>>Hello!<</mecon>><<mecon>>I would be absolutely thrilled to be working with you on this brand deal.<</mecon>><<mecon>>Here's my address for the shipment, I look forward to receiving everything from you!<</mecon>><<mecon>>REDACTED<</mecon>><<me>>Thank you for the opportunity!<</me>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Media50Deal Rejected")>><<mecon>>Hello.<</mecon>><<mecon>>Unfortunately I am currently unable to make such a brand deal and commitment.<</mecon>><<mecon>>I thank you for your offer, but have to turn you down.<</mecon>><<me>>Best of luck for your future endeavors.<</me>><</if>><</messaging>> <<if $friendsevents.count("Media50Deal Accepted") is 0 and $friendsevents.count("Media50Deal Rejected") is 0>>That was an interesting proposal... I probably should think a bit longer about it first...<<else>>Now that this has been dealt with, it's time for me to move on.<</if>> <<elseif $randommessage is 4>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<set $randommessagepre to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging "Spencer">><<themcon>><<pichead "work/snm/spencer-project3-3.jpg" "A beautiful nude">><</themcon>><<them>>Hope you also like what's underneath the costume babe ;)<</them>><<me>>Omg Spencer! Naughty!<</me>><</messaging>> <<elseif $randommessage is 5>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Jamila>><<them>><<pichead "events/patreonevents/jamila-seduction-online1.jpg" "Another seductive picture">><</them>><<me>>Jamila wtf!<</me>><<them>>Don't act as if you don't like it you prude.<</them>><<me>>I'm in a relationship.<</me>><<themcon>>That's never stopped me.<</themcon>><<themcon>><<pichead "events/patreonevents/jamila-seduction-online2.jpg" "Tasty ass(ets)">><</themcon>><<them>>Besides who is it with, Yara?<</them>><<me>>Why are you doing this?<</me>><<them>>Showing you what she's about to receive.<</them>><<me>>What do you mean?<</me>><<them>>I mean I want her number.<</them>><<me>>Seriously?<</me>><<them>>Why not? It's not like she's satisfied with you.<</them>><<me>>Now you're just pulling my leg.<</me>><<them>>Ok ok, I'll calm down.<</them>><<me>>I was just taken aback, that's all.<</me>><<them>>So you do like it then.<</them>><<me>>I wouldn't be entertaining this conversation if I wasn't.<</me>><<them>>That's true, you haven't done anything wrong.<</them>><<me>>Exactly.<</me>><<themcon>>What do you say, then?<</themcon>><<themcon>><<pichead "events/patreonevents/jamila-seduction-online1.jpg" "A seductive picture">><</themcon>><<them>>Will you give me her number?<</them>><<mecon>>Woah!<</mecon>><<me>>What will you do with it?<</me>><<them>>Well send her nudes, of course!<</them>><<me>>Seriously?<</me>><<them>>Already done it, remember?<</them>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "As you wish, ma'am.">><<if $yaracharacter is "Sub Bisex" or $yaracharacter is "Bisexual">><<else>><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Fail" 1>><</if>><<replace "#choices">><<them>>So?<</them>><<me>>As you wish, ma'am.<</me>><<them>>Good Girl.<</them>><<me>>+1 (xxx) xxx-xxxx<</me>><<themcon>>I'm proud of you.<</themcon>><<them>>Time to seduce your athlete.<</them>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yes ma'am" "Not submissive enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not sure...">><<replace "#choices">><<them>>So?<</them>><<me>>I'm not sure...<</me>><<themcon>>I see you.<</themcon>><<them>><<pichead "events/patreonevents/jamila-seduction-online4.jpg" "A sexy glimpse">><</them>><<me>>No, that's not what I meant.<</me>><<them>>It's okay, don't be shy. I like this.<</them>><<me>>I like it too.<</me>><<them>><<pichead "events/patreonevents/jamila-seduction-online5.jpg" "Beauty revealed">><</them>><<me>>Woah<</me>><<them>>Poor Yara being left out though.<</them>><<me>>Lucky me.<</me>><<themcon>><<pichead "events/patreonevents/jamila-seduction-online6.jpg" "Glorious seduction">><</themcon>><<them>>Not for long, I need her number.<</them>> <div id='choices2'><<if $yaracharacter is "Full Domme">><<link "Warn her that Yara's dominant">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Dominant Warning" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<them>>Come on babe.<</them>><<me>>Okay okay.<</me>><<them>>I'm waiting.<</them>><<me>>+1 (xxx) xxx-xxxx<</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<me>>I gotta warn you though. She's pretty dominant.<</me>><<them>>I've broken them down before.<</them>><<me>>She's different. Never showed weakness.<</me>><<them>>I like a challenge.<</them>><<mecon>>Good luck!<</mecon>><<me>>Any more for me?<</me>><<them>>You'll see more when you see her in bed with me.<</them>><<me>>I knew I shouldn't trust you.<</me>><<them>>Oh come on, you love it.<</them>><<me>>I do.<</me>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Here's her number, good luck.">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Fail" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<them>>Come on babe.<</them>><<me>>Okay okay.<</me>><<them>>I'm waiting.<</them>><<me>>+1 (xxx) xxx-xxxx<</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<mecon>>Good luck!<</mecon>><<me>>Any more for me?<</me>><<them>>You'll see more when you see her in bed with me.<</them>><<me>>I knew I shouldn't trust you.<</me>><<them>>Oh come on, you love it.<</them>><<me>>I do.<</me>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $yaracharacter is "Half Domme" or $yaracharacter is "Submissive" or $yaracharacter is "Romantic">><<link "Warn her that Yara's a lesbian">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Lesbian Warning" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<them>>Come on babe.<</them>><<me>>Okay okay.<</me>><<them>>I'm waiting.<</them>><<me>>+1 (xxx) xxx-xxxx<</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<me>>I gotta warn you though. She's a full on lesbian.<</me>><<them>>I've broken them down before.<</them>><<me>>She's different. Cocks turn her off.<</me>><<them>>I like a challenge, but thanks for the warning.<</them>><<mecon>>Good luck!<</mecon>><<me>>Any more for me?<</me>><<them>>You'll see more when you see her in bed with me.<</them>><<me>>I knew I shouldn't trust you.<</me>><<them>>Oh come on, you love it.<</them>><<me>>I do.<</me>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Here's her number, good luck.">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Fail" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<them>>Come on babe.<</them>><<me>>Okay okay.<</me>><<them>>I'm waiting.<</them>><<me>>+1 (xxx) xxx-xxxx<</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<mecon>>Good luck!<</mecon>><<me>>Any more for me?<</me>><<them>>You'll see more when you see her in bed with me.<</them>><<me>>I knew I shouldn't trust you.<</me>><<them>>Oh come on, you love it.<</them>><<me>>I do.<</me>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "She'll definitely rope Yara in.">><<replace "#choices2">><<them>>Come on babe.<</them>><<me>>Okay okay.<</me>><<them>>I'm waiting.<</them>><<me>>+1 (xxx) xxx-xxxx<</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<mecon>>Thanks<</mecon>><<mecon>>I have no doubt you'll be able to get her.<</mecon>><<mecon>>Good luck!<</mecon>><<me>>Any more for me?<</me>><<them>>You'll see more when you see her in bed with me.<</them>><<mecon>>Fuck that's hot.<</mecon>><<me>>I knew I shouldn't trust you though.<</me>><<them>>Oh come on, you love it.<</them>><<me>>I do.<</me>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "I'm not doing this.">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<them>>Come on babe.<</them>><<me>>No fuck it I'm not doing it.<</me>><<them>>What a fucking tease.<</them>><<me>>I'm not doing this Jamila.<</me>><<them>>That never stopped me from getting what I want.<</them>><<me>>I should never have allowed you guys to talk.<</me>><<them>>I always get what I want.<</them>><<mecon>>I've done nothing to you. Come on.<</mecon>><<me>>Jamila?<</me>>Fuck.<</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not doing this.">><<pickup $friendsevents "PSB Jamila 1 Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<them>>So?<</them>><<me>>I'm not doing this Jamila.<</me>><<them>>That never stopped me from getting what I want.<</them>><<me>>I should never have allowed you guys to talk.<</me>><<them>>I always get what I want.<</them>><<mecon>>I've done nothing to you. Come on.<</mecon>><<me>>Jamila?<</me>>Fuck.<</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $randommessage is 6>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<include "Messaging Elise">> <<elseif $randommessage is 7>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Henry>><<mecon>>Hey Henry<</mecon>><<me>>As you expected, Julio has something planned for class<</me>><<them>>Hey <<print $name>> hope you're having a good day.<br>What is it?<</them>><<me>>He wants to create a presentation with <<light Jasmin>> as slave in it.<</me>><<them>>What do you mean?<</them>><<me>>He's going to ask her to dress up as his slave, to show that it is a shocking sight.<</me>><<them>>I see. I'll tell the professor that, and prepare something of my own.<</them>><<me>>You won't need me tied up and in skimpy clothing, I hope.<</me>><<themcon>>Not in front of the whole class, I won't.<</themcon>><<them>>Talk to you later.<</them>><</messaging>> <<elseif $randommessage is 8>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<include "Easter Messaging Elise">> <<else>>There are no messages here.<<set $randommessage to 0>><</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>Great job on bringing such a beautiful message of peace and acceptance in your video. I was impressed.<</s>> I looked at him, not quite understanding what he's talking about. Then it hits me. <<s Author>>That's the minimum I could do. It's your right.<</s>> I smiled back at him, doubling down on my black only statement from the HRC video. <<s Jerome>>I look forward to holding you up to that promise girl.<</s>> His confidence is entrancing, as I notice myself following him with my eyes across the corridor before shaking myself out of my infatuation. //I can't wait to find out what he meant by this!// <<link "Convince him to film a video himself" "JeromeBLM">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRCBLM3 Jerome" 1>><</link>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<pic Anna>><</pic>> <<s Anna>>You work here?<</s>> One of the highschoolers I've seen around had addressed me as I was filling in orders at the counter. <<s Author>>Yeah I do.<</s>> I vaguely remembered her being one of the cheerleaders at our school. <<s Anna>>Oh that's... cool.<</s>> She simply said before taking her coffee and leaving. Was it wrong for someone to have a job? Did it make me less? //I guess being famous means living off your parents' money!// <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>>

<<s stranger>>Hey <<print $name>>! Wanna play frisbee with us?<</s>> I looked at the person who'd called me over. The group was a bunch that I'd seen around school in the past, that usually hangs out together. And they were inviting me to join them in a game. I wasn't going to say no to that! <<s Author>>Sure!<</s>> <<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "reputation" 1>>It felt like a nice time to show off my athleticism, and I could see some were impressed by how far I could throw the frisbee in the team. <<s stranger>>Yo that's a greaat throw, <<print $name>>!<</s>> One tried to suck up to me. I was happy to spend time with strangers like that; and see that people were starting to notice me more and more.<<else>><<add "athletics" 1>>While I wasn't the best player out there, I still was happy to be involved with them, to see that people liked my company. I had a few pointers, and could feel myself improve in agility as I enjoyed my time.<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<pic Angela>><</pic>> The head cheerleader was on a date with her boyfriend, the swim captain <<light Matthew>>. I knew a couple of things about these two already from their adventures at school, and now I knew even more as they'd placed their orders with me. <<s Angela>>You don't have Oat Milk?<</s>> <<s Author>>I wish. We have Soy.<</s>> <<s Angela>>You wish? What does that mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I mean I prefer it over soy or regular milk. It tastes better.<</s>> Unconsciously, it seemed, her face lit up as she let slip: <<s Angela>>I know, right?? It's way better.<</s>> She mentioned. Immediately after, she reverted back to her annoying self. <<s Angela>>Hmm fine I'll take whole milk then.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>So like what I ordered, cool.<</s>> He was a bit more abrupt in his approach to this "date". <<s Author>>Drinks will be right with you.<</s>> I promised them. For a moment there, <<light Angela>> and I were seeing things eye to eye. Just for a moment. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>>

The park at night was a dangerous place. Not to me. Not anymore. As I sat there on one of the benches of the large location, I felt at ease. It's not only because I knew my employer wasn't too far, it was because in this darkness, I could be this other character that people had no idea about. If anyone from school saw me here, what would they- //Shit that's someone from school!// I recognized the person before they had approached me, making sure to hide the lower part of my face with the mask I'd keep on hand. <<s stranger>>Do you... Are you the seller they told me about?<</s>> The familiar man, someone I'd seen in a couple of my classes before, asked. <<s Author>>You're new.<</s>> I was hoping I'd unsettle him, make him want this to be over quickly. <<s stranger>>I... Yeah. I just need some of the stuff.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>It's going to be 150$.<</s>> //Newbies don't know the price range yet.// He nodded, none the wiser, as he pulled the bills from his pocket. <<s stranger>>Here you go.<</s>> He said, handing them over as I handed him the bag. His eyes caught mine in that moment, and I could see in them that this may have taken too long. He looked like he recognized me. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 50>><<link "What are you looking at, boy?">><<less "goodevil" 1>><<add "money" 50>><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What are you looking at, boy?<</s>> I was quick to intimidate him, putting him on the defensive. <<s stranger>>N-Nothing!<</s>> He took a step back. <<s Author>>Get!<</s>> I shushed him off. He was quick to follow the command, just like a puppy would, rushing away as he no wonder played back the scene in his mind. Whoever he told to wouldn't believe him, and the way he shook told me with certainty that he'd still talk about me with reverence regardless. This world was mine, and I was slowly but surely claiming it. <<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "What are you looking at, boy?" "Not dominant enough (50)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte -50>><<link "Please don't tell anyone">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Please don't tell anyone.<</s>> I all but implored the man, equally worried about my reputation at school and what that would mean for what I was doing here. It seemed that was the admission he was waiting for as a nefarious smile spread across his lips. <<s stranger>>Give me a discount and my lips are sealed.<</s>> <<s Author>>Ok. 120$.<</s>> I know I was breaking too quickly, and he pushed me even further. <<s stranger>>You get 100 only.<</s>> I couldn't argue, he held all the cards. //Oh how quickly the tables have turned.// I handed him back a 50$ bill. <<s stranger>>I'll see you around, dealer <<print $name>>.<</s>> A jolt coursed through me as I saw him walk away, having called me by name and boasting his control over me. I folded far too fast. But then again, that was starting to be the habit with me... <<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Please don't tell anyone" "Not submissive enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Goodbye">><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>OK goodbye.<</s>> I said, walking away myself from this interaction. I felt bad over the way this entire thing went down, and looking back could see him still there looking at me, no wonder realizing what was happening. //I hope no one finds out about this.// I didn't want any more complications to what I was doing there, honestly. I already had enough on my plate. <<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Siraj>><</pic>> <<s stranger>>Hey <<print $name>>... Really loving your success lately!<</s>> One of the students, almost exclusively on his phone as far as I'd seen him, said to me as I walked down the corridors of the school today. <<s Author>>Oh thanks...<</s>> <<s stranger>>My name is Siraj.<</s>> He said, <<s stranger>>I was wondering if I could hhave a picture of you to post on my page, about the high-rising star of our school.<</s>> I looked at the man, his phone - one of the latest models - already in hand and ready. A bit too eager, a bit too odd. He wasn't the most talkative kind, or the most connected at school, so a part of me didn't quite see the attraction for it... <div id='choices'><<link "Accept to take the picture">><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Reputation 40 Shot" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "social-media/me/reputation40.jpg">> <<s Author>>I'm more than happy to have mmy picture taken! Make sure to tag me!<</s>> I was already excited to check out the post when it would be out. And I knew this was the right step for my continued reputational gain at this school... And beyond. All of it became clearer when I hear what he had to say next. <<s stranger>>I'm sure my followers will love to see butterflown. Make sure to check the new follows!<</s>> The account he had open on his phone - his account - had more than 10k followers! <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "They're leeching, I'm not sharing my success">><<less "open" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't think that's the best idea for me.<</s>> I said to the man, not quite wanting to be associated to them. <<s stranger>>Oh I see.<</s>> He said, a bit dejected, <<s stranger>>Guess you are too famous for my 10k followers.<</s>> <<s Author>>10k?<</s>> I couldn't believe the number. <<s stranger>>Yeah no, you're not the right one for me.<</s>> He said, walking away. //Fuck//, talk about a missed opportunity! Not that it would cost a lot, right? <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pickup $social "Insta March 1 Seen" 1>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/me/reputation40.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/elias.png">''@playfulbanter'': The one and only @butterflown , rising star of Egrogry High. Beautiful and Humble at the same time, sure is one to follow!</div><<comment "loverboy22">>She's kind of a bitch.<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Jealousy is a bad look @loverboy22<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Jealous Jealous Jealous!!!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Sure is an inspiration!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>She's the barista at creamart, and she's awesome!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>We love us a humble queen!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "An honor to be a part of this! <3">><<set _comment to "An honor to be a part of this! <3">><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Make sure to follow me guys!">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Make sure to follow me guys!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "@playfulbanter is always the sweetest person">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodevil" 1>><<set _comment to "@playfulbanter is always the sweetest person">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

/*Sub Event 5 */ <<vid "dreams/master-call.mp4">> Darkness surrounds me. Fear. And a sense of confusion and loss that I can't quite understand. A nightmare. A frightful feeling where I feel like I didn't belong. I look around, hoping to find an answer. I notice I'm on my knees. I turn. I twist. And I see him. A dominating figure. A man in control, seated. Looking at me, yet I can't see his face. And his hands on his legs. In control. In control of his stature, the way he sits. In control of my attention. I look at him. He stares deep through me. Maybe it's not a nightmare... And it might still be. The stranger simply pats his knee. His meaning is clear. His intentions much less so. <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go to him" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Deny him" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>>

/*Dom Event 5 */ <<pichalf "dreams/dom1.jpg">> Clad in leather clothing, I find myself with breasts revealed, a sultry vision of sexual beauty. Yet I didn't feel oggled or seen in any predatory way. No. Even though my boobs were out for anyone to see, I could feel deep down that I was in control of the scene I was engaged in. Dominant. A beautiful word to describe a person in control of their circumstances. And one that I felt described me in that moment. Breasts revealed, yes, but still in control. And one that would not waiver. One that would withstand anyone else that would want to bring me down, see me fail. I was in control, and I'd exert that control on whoever dared stand in my way. <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I am dominant" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Am I really in control?" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>>

<<pichead "events/meevents/subdom15.jpg" "A Seat on a Bench">>Hanging out in the park, I found myself relaxing on a bench alone, enjoying the privacy and the cool air, a relaxing situation with no stakes... That is until an older gentleman, if you can even call him that, decided to join me on the bench. Men. They consider that they own the world, its people, and public spaces. <<picmid "events/meevents/sub15.jpg">> There was a lot of room for him to simply take a seat without imposing. And yet, he had decided to move close to me. Predatory close. And it was annoying as all hell. I didn't know how to react to that whole thing. I didn't know what was the right thing to do. It was my personal space, and yet the guy was manspreading just at where I was... I felt robbed of my freedom. I needed to speak up. The man turned to look at me. His raised eyebrow asked the question he would've asked, had he cared to do so. //<<s stranger>>Am I bothering you?<</s>>// <div id='choices'><<dark "Yes, you're bothering me, you piece of shit" "Too submissive for that (15)">> <<link "No, I'm not bothered.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite what I felt deep inside, another part of me argued against standing up to the man. So what if he was manspreading? He had the balls for it, and he needed the space. A space that I didn't need myself. So what if he forced himself on me like that? It's not like he was assaulting me! He was just sitting, and I was sitting, and we just so happened to be close. So what if I couldn't find it in me to fight him over this, to argue against his closeness, to defend my freedom and personal space? It's not like I am being molested in public! He's just sitting! So all of that inner monologue of pushing him away, making him feel bad for being so close, for spreading his legs... Needs to shut up. The man was taking a seat, I just so happen to be where he needed to sit. It's my fault. So I should just shut the fuck up and accept his presence, like a good girl would. //Good girl...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just leave">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no point arguing, standing up to him showing any confidence or power. He had taken over the bench, and I wasn't willing to fight for it. He, a man, had claimed something he saw, and I just let him have it. I felt weak, cheated, as I stood and moved away. I could feel him laugh at me, at my actions. I don't know whether it was because he was a man, because I was weak, or whatever other reason was behind my actions... I felt unable to stand up to what I believed was right. If I don't grow a spine, I could possibly be seeing at more instances where people take my choices for me... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "events/meevents/subdom15.jpg" "A Seat on a Bench">> Seated alone on a bench, I saw a woman enjoying her privacy. And yet it was the only bench that was available. I decided to take a seat next to her. She shyly moved away just a bit, giving me my space. //Interesting.// I smiled to myself at this advancement. That woman had deferred to me. There must've been something either in me or in her that made her so... Deferential. I decided to move just a bit closer to her, looking to see if she'd react in any way. She looked at me, I made it as if I was unaware of her presence. And she submissively moved away once more. There it was. I had that girl under my thumb, and I'd find out just how far I could take her. <<picmid "events/meevents/dom15-1.jpg">> I initiated conversation with her, smiling throughout and making her feel somewhat comfortable. As comfortable as you can be when someone is asking you details of your life. Her furrowed brows told me that I might be pushing it a bit far, but a part of me really wanted to see how deep I could go with her, how much confidence I could exhude and make her accept... <div id='choices'><<dark "Apologize for my behavior" "I'm too dominant to back down now (15)">> <<link "Ask her about her underwear's color">><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/meevents/dom15-2.jpg">> <<s Author>>By the way, what's your underwear's color?<</s>> My question was met with an immediately closed-off response. The girl wanted nothing to do with me. <<s stranger>>What the fuck?<</s>> She asked, weirded out. <<s Author>>Your underwear. What color are they?<</s>> I pushed, knowing that I was in the wrong, not caring. <<s stranger>>There's a certain modicum of respect that needs to be had. Go fuck yourself.<</s>> She said, standing in a huff and leaving me behind on my own. I thought about what I'd done. Yes, I'd been dominant and confident, but I never cared about her feelings and what she'd do... I'd probably learn more and appreciate more by understanding the person I'm looking to lead. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Talk about yourself, lure her in">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/meevents/dom15-2.jpg">> I started musing off about my life, my own dreams and hopes, using her as my therapist basically. And she listened, almost intently, as I continued talking about myself. <<s stranger>>Prom queen?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I admitted, smiling wide. <<s Author>>That's the goal, at least.<</s>> She smiled at me. <<s stranger>>You probably could do it.<</s>> She said, smiling. Oh with one conversation she thought I'd have my goal be achieved. I wonder what a date would get me... <<s Author>>You're too kind.<</s>> <<s stranger>>No seriously, I mean it!<</s>> She said. Oh to control people's thoughts was delectable, and so easy! I wonder who else I can influence like that... //Someone closer...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "dreams/sub-2.mp4">>/*Sub 20*/ Feminism, the fight for equality and rights for all. And I was a betrayer, an eager slut that wanted nothing more than to be outed as a traitor to the movement, hiding my true submissive naughty self behind false slogans. I knew, despite my fights for rights and equality, that not all men and women were created equal, and that I was indeed inferior to many others who'd constantly prove that as fact. My weak attitude had only grown weaker in these past few week, and it would continue to weaken as more situations put me even further in my place. I might not yet be fully aware of it, but my subconscious was already in action...

<<picmid "dreams/dom2.jpg">>/*Dom 20 */ With a toy between us, I enjoyed myself as I watched my partner moan out in submissive delight in front of me, as I brought her closer and closer to her orgasm, pushing her over the edge. <<s Eva>>Oh god it feels so good!<</s>> The naughty submissive woman said. <<s Author>>Beg me. Beg me to allow you to cum!<</s>> I heard myself say back to her, eager to see her make her request. I found myself enjoying this sight, this position of control. Is this what it's like to be the one who holds power? //I want this. Always.//

<<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "Working at S&M">> As I started my job today, I noticed the entrance of a particularly interesting individual, a young female that was not part of our school, attractive in appearance and a bit out of place. <<s Spencer>>A free bird.<</s>> My co-worker stated, seeing the same person, and ushering me to take care of her, an easy target to practice my persuation skills on. <<s Author>>Hello there!<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>How may I help you?<</s>> Her shyness was cute, as she stumbled with her words trying to explain the reason behind her visit. There was something undeniably attractive about someone so innocent, so pure. <<s Author>>Worry not, I've got you babe.<</s>> I said as I brought her to a different room, only the two of us there. <<s Author>>Off with the baggy dress, let us see what we're working with.<</s>> I requested nonchalantly, not to put her at an unease. <<s stranger>>I don't know if I... Can't you do it without?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey don't worry. It's just us girls here, you are safe.<</s>> I said. When I noticed that there was hesitation on her part, I figured there was only one way to truly make her relax... <<linkreplace "Take off my own bottoms">><<pichalf "work/snm/my-clothing/domdress-1.jpg">>I stood in front of her in a vulnerable position myself, enticing her to join me. It didn't take long for her to do the same, in her underwear as well and a vision of beauty that tried to match my own. The confidence I held was not translated in her own position and appearance, a prey in front of my predatorial glances. And someone I was interested in seducing. She was too sweet to pass under my radar, wasn't she? <<vid "work/snm/dom30-start.mp4">> I slowly pushed her against a wall, my breath shallow as she let out a sudden gasp. <<s Author>>Let's truly see what we're working with.<</s>> I whispered to her as I felt her breath heavy on mine, equally eager but hesitant. <<s stranger>>Is this usual?<</s>> She asked, her whisper a bare breath. I could concentrate on the sale, on the clothing side of the business, or I could concentrate on what it took to make her truly satisfied with her experience. Yet a part of me knew what it wanted to do, how it wanted this to go. The dominant side of me saw someone eager to be dominated, controlled, and wanted to fulfill that need in her. And I wouldn't let that opportunity pass up just like that, would I? <div id='choices'><<link "Clothes off">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<vid "work/snm/dom30-takeoff.mp4">> Pushed down, the girl didn't argue as I worked on removing her hoodie, revealing no bra underneath. <<s Author>>How naughty of you, no bra!<</s>> I said teasingly as she merely moaned out in acceptance. <<s stranger>>I... I didn't expect to be changing in front of you.<</s>> She said. I laughed. <<s Author>>No one does, until they just embrace it. Why don't you?<</s>> <<s stranger>>It's not you... It's just that I've never been with anyone like that...<</s>> She hesitantly said. <<s Author>>Am I your first?<</s>> I asked her. She nodded. <div id='choices2'><<link "Let's show her what she's been missing out on.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/dom30-push.mp4">> The taste of her lips on mine, the fact that this was an innocent soul that I was corrupting... It was a beautiful drug to me, as I kissed her with passion and intensity. Her moans, first of stunned protest, quickly turned into appreciative encouragements, as she panted in between kisses. <<s stranger>>Oh fuck...<</s>> My hand had drifted lower to explore her lower folds, spreading her pussy lips and inserting myself, slowly and expertly thrusting my fingers into her. <<s Author>> Like that, you virgin slut?<</s>> I asked, using just the naughty words needed to put her in the right mood. The power I felt over her was intoxicating, the feeling of control, the naughtiness of it all. A beautiful, fulfilling feeling, one of true domination. And she truly submitted to me, eventually being easy enough to twist and turn to my liking, and bring to a powerful orgasm to my whims. I revelled in the sense of control I felt, and knew that this was a feeling I'd continue to seek, especially with innocent individuals like her, especially with people so soft and pliable. //Dominating people came naturally to me, and I'd naturally make them come time and time again for me.// <<vid "work/snm/dom30-final.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not push her too far.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I figured, with such vulnerability, that this person is too weak of a person to conquer. <<s Author>>I see. I don't want to push you too far. I am a stranger after all.<</s>> I said to her. Her mouth slightly agape, trying to control her breath, she simply nodded, appreciative of my self-control. <<s stranger>>I... Thank you.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Can't promise that it would remain to be the case next time you visit us.<</s>> I teased her, a smirk on my face letting her know I was still being playful about it. <<s stranger>>Fair warning.<</s>> She stated back, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Come on, let's find you something that suits your body and character.<</s>> I said to her, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the racks of options. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not risk it.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I relaxed my stance, taking control of my emotions, and rather concentrating on the job I had at hand. <<s Author>>Let's get you in something sexier, shall we?<</s>> I said as I moved away to get her the right clothes. I'd do my job, and get paid well for it. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 50>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>>

<<if visited() is 1>><<s stranger>>You really gotta work on your employees, Flora. This one is too shy for her own good!<</s>> Honestly, the job was not supposed to have me crawl on all fours serving customers. And some of these people really had an authority issue, it seemed, as this woman so clearly showed. I'd helped her the best I can in choosing a dress for her daughter, but she was asking too much, wanting me to strip for her and try out the clothes myself, make a show of it. I was not her personal model. <<s stranger>>Go figure what you need to do to teach her some manners.<</s>> <<s Flora>><<print $name>>. My office, now.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> avoided eye contact, knowing full well what was awaiting me. I had no idea. <<link "Move along" "S&M Submissive 30">><</link>> <<elseif visited() is 2>><<pic Flora>><</pic>> <<s Flora>>Are we suddenly shy in trying out outfits for our clients? Are we too mighty for this job now?<</s>> My boss was unhappy with me. <<s Author>>This woman is a creep, she was looking at me all weird, like she wanted to undress me herself.<</s>> <<s Flora>>I know Angelica, that would have made the sale at least!<</s>> <<s Author>>What?<</s>> I couldn't believe what I was hearing. <<s Flora>>Oh stop being a brat and grow up, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My boss was really laying it on me, <<s Flora>>My shop is one that caters to the high end of society. You knew full well what you were getting into when you were applying even. What's prompting that change of heart now?<</s>> I hated that she had a point. <<s Author>>It's just... Humiliating.<</s>> I said. <<s Flora>>Is it?<</s>> She asked, <<s Flora>>And what about it is humiliating?<</s>> //What wasn't humiliating about it!// <<s Flora>>Use your words. Let's get to the bottom of this.<</s>> She said, standing from her chair to move towards me. <<linkreplace "The power dynamics">><<s Author>>The power dynamics. The fact that they go in already expecting me to serve them. Simply because of my job.<</s>> <<s Flora>>But it is your job. That's why I hired you, to serve your clients. To give them all they nneed, put them at ease, and make the sale.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>Though you obviously leave a lot to be hoped for, you still have to understand that it's through this servitude of the pre-established dynamics that you can get what you want out of them.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Flora>>I mean that the power dynamics are meant to serve you as a worker. How many times have you used them to make a sale that seemed impossible, simply because they realized how much you've helped them?<</s>> <<s Author>>My servitude is helpful?<</s>> That was an odd concept to me. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you really do have a lot to learn. But there's more. What more bothers you?<</s>> There definitely was more, especially about that last client. <<linkreplace "The age difference">><<s Author>>The age difference. It's humiliating.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>How they look down at me simply because of my age.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Now now, would you rather someone younger than you look down at you?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>That's not...<</s>> <<s Flora>>People are going to look down at you otherwise, because of where you still are in society.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>I was in your position. You have to act your part to perfection and accept that people will be devaluating you simply because of the position you fill in their lives.<</s>> I was being bombarded with new ideas, and none of them felt entirely... Right. <<s Flora>>Would you not rather it be these wiser women, women who actually have a status in society, looking down at you than random people that don't deserve it?<</s>> <<s Author>>I... Well yes.<</s>> I had to admit, at least in this kind of dynamic there was some sort of merit. <<s Flora>>But there is more to it. I can feel it.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>Beyond what they've instilled onto you, there's something deeper within that is at conflict.<</s>> I could feel it, deep down, an answer to my emotions. An answer to the way I've been viweing myself and my actions as of recent. <<s Flora>>Admit it. Admit it to me and to yourself, and free yourself from your own restraints!<</s>> My mis- my boss pushed the last button. <div id='choices'><<link "The fact that deep down, I kind of like it.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Flora" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I hate the fact that deep down, I kind of like it!<</s>> I admitted out loud, realizing just how much this shift in personality had been weighing on me. <<s Flora>>You deserve it. There it is.<</s>> She said. <<s Flora>>You deserve to like it, because it is right.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know why, it's humiliating, and I shouldn't... But-<</s>> <<s Flora>>There is no shame in liking things.<</s>> Her voice was reassuring, <<s Flora>>And there is definitely no shame in admitting it to ourselves. There is power in it.<</s>> I could feel myself tearing up at the revelation. <<s Flora>>It's okay, I know it's a lot to unpack.<</s>> There was a motherly tone to her that I just melted for. I started crying. And she held me against her. <<vid "work/snm/subdom30-hug.mp4">> <<s Flora>>I struggled with it too, a long time ago.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>But once I started accepting it I started to move on from it.<</s>> I was surprised by this aspect to my boss that I didn't know of. But then again, I also knew I'd never be able to make use of it. <<s Flora>>Your case is different, you fit the role all too well.<</s>> She confirmed my thoughts, <<s Flora>>And that's okay. That's admirable. That's beautiful.<</s>> She moved me away from the hug, a longing staying deep in me towards my boss. <<s Flora>>You are beautiful.<</s>> She said, a kindness that was unsettling. <<s Flora>>You are a desperate submissive girl,<</s>> My heart jumped at the statement, confirming I enjoyed the slight humiliation, <<s Flora>>But you're so beautiful doing it.<</s>> I cried a bit more in her arms that shift, finally accepting the levels to which my submissiveness was starting to take me. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The fact that I know I'm worth more.">><<add "goodevil" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I know I'm worth more.<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>And that's what frustrates me.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Ah!<</s>> She exclaimed, <<s Flora>>But if you're worth more, how come you haven't done anything about it?<</s>> She did have a point. <<s Author>>I haven't had the chance.<</s>> <<s Flora>>It's frustrating that you lie to yourself, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>You so desperately want to be something you're not.<</s>> That wasn't the case. <<s Flora>>Until you admit that you like it, you'll never be at peace. Because otherwise you'd have done something about it by now.<</s>> Her words were hard to hear, <<s Flora>>You've been acting submissive, not because you have no choice, but because that's what you truly are, deep down.<</s>> Was I? <<s Flora>>But you're too innocent to accept it in yourself just yet. Too naive in your "equality" thoughts.<</s>> She fired last, <<s Flora>>With time you're learn that not everyone is created equal, least of all people like you.<</s>> I was afraid of her implications. But I was more afraid that something deep inside me knew she was right. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</if>>

<<vid "dreams/sub-3.mp4">>/*Sub 30 */ A slave. That's all I was anymore. Stuck in a stranger's basement, I was tasked with serving him. Sucking him off. Chained to a wall, the thing around my neck a constant reminder of my status as an inferior person. A toy to be used for another's pleasure. Countless days and night spent chained to the wall, sleeping on a mattress with nothing to cover myself, always on display, my toilet being a bucket. A true submissive, absolutely humiliated beyond comprehension. And eager for it, embracing it fully. I meant nothing if I didn't serve my superiors. And now I meant something, after I've belonged to them. //That's my destiny, my one true purpose.//

<<pichalf "dreams/dom3.jpg">>/*Dom 30 */ Two beautiful women knelt next to me in bed, visions of beauty and naughtiness, that just called for my attention. Beautiful nymphs eager to be pleasuring me. And I was enjoying their attention. <<s Eva>>What do you want us to do now, mistress?<</s>> One of them asked. <<s Yara>>We're here to serve.<</s>> The other announced. //Mistress... That sounds nice.// I embraced the role, ordering them around as they served my superior body. //It feels good to be in control!//

<<picmid "work/creamart/subdom-header.jpg">> <<if $subdom gte 0>><<s stranger>>Are you sure you added enough milk to the coffee?<</s>> A customer is always right, supposedly. But this man was right there and saw me pour his drink for him. <<s Author>>Our quantities are precise sir, yes.<</s>> I tried to be as diplomatic as I could in front of the annoying presence. <<s stranger>>Nothing you could add, like a spit of something?<</s>> He was an annoying person, but one that still gave me an idea. <div id='choices'><<link "Do as he asks, spit in his drink">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "goodevil" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to deny a man his pleasure. <<picmid "work/creamart/subdom-spitme.jpg">> Pursing my lips, I gave him exactly what he asked for, before handing him his drink. <<s Author>>Drink.<</s>> I said with a bit of a command. He was wide eyed, but I could see him shake just a tiny bit. Not from anger. From anticipation. From an odd type of excitement. He brought the drink to his lips, and drank. <<vid "work/creamart/subdom-drinkhim.mp4">> And I watched, as a feeling of weird domination washed over me, realizing that this man had just submitted to my whims in this moment of odd eroticism. <<s stranger>>I... Thanks.<</s>> The creep walked away, his drink exactly how he wanted it, a humiliating sight that none other was aware of. Could I get away with such behavior with people? Are some people that... Submissive? <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "This is too weird for me">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to satisfy whatever hidden kink this man had. Thinking that this was too weird for me, I simply laughed the whole thing off before moving the cup back to him. <<s Author>>Here's your entirely normal drink, sir.<</s>> He smiled, a chuckle that hid other truer intentions, before grabbing the drink to walk away. //What a weirdo.// <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<s stranger>>This drink is shit.<</s>> A random new customer was acting up, a well dressed, highly sofisticated businessman, spitting back the drink into the cup he held. Unfortunately for me, a customer is always right. <<s Author>>I'm sorry you feel that way, sir.<</s>> I said to him, trying to sound respectful. He scoffed. <<s stranger>>Taste it.<</s>> He said, handing the drink over. The drink he'd just rejected after spitting some of it back inside. <<s Author>>Sorry?<</s>> <<s stranger>>You better be. Taste it and tell me I'm right.<</s>> What an odd power trip this person was on. Him and his cup, full of his odd saliva. <<s stranger>>Go on!<</s>> //Who would ever??// <div id='choices'><<link "Take a sip to placate him">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to cause more of a scene, realizing people around were starting to get annoyed by the man. I grabbed the drink, and forced myself to take a sip. <<picmid "work/creamart/subdom-drinkme.jpg">> Forced myself to humiliate myself just because someone had ordered it. An odd mix of nervousness and submissiveness washed over me at that, as I realized how far I'd gone in losing my dignity for a paycheck. To please people. <<s stranger>>Now say it.<</s>> He was enjoying this public humiliation. <<s Author>>You're right sir.<</s>> <<s stranger>>What am I right in?<</s>> <<s Author>>M-My coffee is shit.<</s>> Debasing myself for a customer's pleasure. <<s stranger>>Fuck if I ever come back here.<</s>> The dastardly man left the place, having gotten the boost he'd wanted. //Is this what the service industry is now about?// <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Like hell I will!">><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Like hell I will!<</s>> I said to him. <<s Author>>You don't like it, you can take your business elsewhere, "sir".<</s>> The man was infuriated at that, vowing not to come back ever again. //I do not give a single fuck about him//, I thought at I threw away his cup, still shaking a bit from the intense confrontation. <<s Ria>>All good?<</s>> A classmate was there, studying for something, and had approached me. I nodded my head, putting on a smile. <<s Author>>All good. Anything I can help with?<</s>> <<s Ria>>You're a strong one, <<print $name>>, not taking his bullshit.<</s>> They seemed appreciative of my character, impressed with my behavior. It felt nice to be seen like that. <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

It unsettled me that this "rumor" was kind of true. The fact that I'd been more avoidant lately has been a weigh on my shoulders, and I couldn't quite pinpoint if it was something new I'd developed or something that was always a part of me. Regardless, it was being noticed just how shy I'd gotten, just how welcoming and compliant I've been. And it might impact my reputation, if I let it. Though after all... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>There's nothing wrong in being submissive. I won't let people step on me either way.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There's nothing wrong in being submissive. //I won't let people step on me either way.// After all, being submissive didn't mean that I was without convictions, without values that define me at my core. I was free to embrace that aspect of myself without fearing about my wellbeing. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Maybe I should be ashamed of it.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Maybe I should be ashamed of it. I should probably start proving myself a bit more, otherwise I might lose this race before it's even begun... <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

//Mommy?// Some of these students are weird. After all, I didn't have the body of a mommy. But the attitude... Yeah I could see myself as a leader, as someone that other wanted to follow - willingly or not. I could see people rushing to do what "Mommy" asked of them... There was something truly enticing about the imagery, and some sort of responsability that also came with it. After all, mommies are responsible for the wellbeing of their children. The question now was not who wrote this, but who I'd have wanted to write this. Who I want to care for... And I had a few names in mind. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>>

<<picmid "dreams/subdom4.jpg">>/*Sub 45*/ Feet on my back. Kneeling on all fours. A simple furniture item for another's superior legs. I was an object, made for my superior's pleasure. And that's all I'll ever be.

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